Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 42
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
âToday is all about a test of different kinds of strength. Only the weak ones are too afraid and will aim to eliminate those they are scared of. The true strong ones do not care about how well their fellow competitors will do.â Blair chuckled haughtily, looking the werewolf up and down. âYou canât even walk straight anymore and your eyes and sunken. You probably have a kidney deficiency. I donât think you even finish the run just now, right?â
My eyes widened when I heard Blair speak. I did not expect him to go against the werewolf.
His words seemed to hit the werewolf right at his greatest weakness. With a pale face and clenched fists, he stomped his feet. âYou!â
The werewolves near him pulled him back and stopped him. âHey, give it up! Thatâs not just any werewolf. He finished first just now, didnât you see?â
âWhat? Why didnât you tell me earlier?â The werewolf muttered curses under his breath, panic flashing before his eyes. He withdrew himself awkwardly. âFine, Iâll let you off this time!â
He then scampered away.
Blair shrugged and looked amused. âStupid maggots.â
I burst into laughter, finally letting my guard down. âMy nameâs Sylvia Todd.â
âI was beginning to think you were going to ignore me the whole time.â Blair tried handing me a bottle of water again. âListen, I think the next round is going to be difficult for you. Itâs a strength test, and judging by your physique, you donât seem to have much of it left.â
âI was beginning to think you were going to ignore me the whole time.â Blair tried handing me a bottle of water again. âListen, I think the next round is going to be difficult for you. Itâs a strength test, and judging by your physique, you donât seem to have much of it left.â
I obliged and accepted the water, biting my l*p. My heart sank from what he said.
âWell, how exactly is the strength test going to be?â I asked Blair.
âThereâs going to be a stone that has been enchanted by a witch. It can bear more than a thousand pounds of force. The greater the force it receives, the brighter it will glow red,â Blair explained. He then looked at me with concern. âThose who want to be admitted in this school usually train for this test for years. We already know the extent of our strength. Even though you scored high on the speed test, you need to pass the strength test to get into Class C. And not just thatâ¦â
Blair paused, seemingly unsure if he should continue or not. âThe third round is going to test your fighting and combat skills. Iâm assuming thatâs got to be your biggest weakness of the three, am I right? If you want to keep your dignity, I suggest quitting the test now while you still have it.â
Blairâs words just made me want to succeed even more.
âBut how am I going to know if I donât even try? Iâm already here, anyway. Iâm not quitting.â My voice grew more determined. No matter the disadvantage, I was going to try my best to win.
âWell, well! Thatâs some spirit youâve got there.â Blair patted me on the shoulder.
It seemed he was unaware of his own strength, as his pat was strong enough to make me spit out water. âHey, easy. Youâre going to give me internal injuries with that tap alone.â
âOh, I have an idea. Try attacking me with all your strength right now,â Blair suddenly said.
I looked at him like he was crazy. Were all the werewolves here just really weird? Did they like to be abused or something?
âWhat? Donât you want to know how strong you are? Iâll help you test it out,â Blair explained.
It did tempt me little. But what if I end up hurting him?
Blair laughed as if he had read my mind. âI assure you. You canât hurt me. Donât worry.â
He was probably right, but his casual tone provoked something in me. I wasnât about to go easy on him. I was going to give his face the hardest punch I could throw.