Book TRK
Chapter 296 Tryouts
Chapter 296 Tryouts
Sylvia's POV:
People would really find it difficult to be on a lucky streak three times in a row. It would be so strange if someone was lucky all the time. It was either this person had some superpowers, or God just favored him a lot.
Obviously, Flora passed the first two rounds because of pure luck.
And she was overjoyed that she wasn't assigned to any opponent in these rounds. She raised her chin proudly, fished out a small fan, and fanned herself. Then she looked at Harry with a seemingly annoying expression and said, "I want to show the results of the special training that Warren gave me, but it seems that I don't have a chance now. I'm in the top five now, and I'm qualified to go to the forbidden forest."
Harry was obviously envious of Flora. He took a deep breath as if trying to absorb her good luck. "Come on, wish me luck! Pass on all your luck to me."
It was Harry's turn to fight, and John would be his opponent again.
"Just wait and see. He'll be beaten to death today." Harry laughed out loud and stepped into the battle ring valiantly. His great momentum showed that he was hell-bent on defeating his opponent this time.
But much to his dismay, he was defeated soon. He screamed hysterically, covering his bruised eyes.
However, the strange thing was that John gave up in the third round after defeating Harry in the second round. This meant that Flora would have an opponent in the next round.
"It's okay. I'm qualified to go to the forbidden forest anyway. I can just abstain from the fight later." As she spoke, Flora fanned herself, looking fearless.
Harry snorted coldly and nodded in agreement with Flora. He squinted his swollen eyes, put one hand on my shoulder, and rested his chin on Flora's head, still trying to absorb some luck from her.
It was time for Warren to fight against Tom soon. Just as Harry said, Tom was strong enough to bear the beating, and he only liked using brute force. But even though he had a huge advantage when it came to size, he was still suppressed by Warren soon.
The competition went faster than I expected. During this period, I fought against a werewolf in Class B. It was relatively easy for me to deal with him. However, his moves had some features. He liked to outflank his enemies and make detours. This was his strategy to make them easily miss him. But in the end, I still won.
At the moment, only four participants were left. But only two would proceed to the final round. When the opponents were announced, it turned out that Warren and I would be fighting against each other, while Flora would be fighting against Toby.
I glanced at Flora, feeling a little worried. After all, Toby was famous for his fierce fighting.
Warren and I were the first to fight. We walked to the center of the battle ring and waited for the referee to whistle.
"Warren, just abstain!" Flora's hysterical roar attracted the referee's attention.
Warren straightened his back and stood firmly on the battle ring like a proud rooster. He looked at me seriously and said, "No, I won't abstain. It's against the principle that Alpha Leonard and my father had taught me since I was a child."
"Fuck you! You broke your promise." Flora was cursing below the stage. Fortunately, Harry was there to stop her. Otherwise, Flora would have blurted out our secrets.
I pursed my lips and smiled. "I respect you, Warren. Let's play fair."
Actually, I would feel more uncomfortable if Warren gave up directly. After all, it would prick my conscience if I won without using my strength.
And the greatest respect one could give to an opponent was taking the competition seriously.
As soon as we heard the referee's whistle, Warren and I started to fight. However, before I could even touch him, he flew out directly, hit the guardrail, and bounced to the floor. Then he rolled down the battle ring like a sack of potato. After he completely rolled down the battle ring, he stood up, turned to the referee, and said grimly, "I concede. My skills are not as good as hers." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
I was stunned for a moment. Then I looked at my hands in confusion.
What happened? I didn't even touch the hem of his clothes. How could he roll that far?
I was even more confused when I saw the sincere expression on Warren's face. It seemed that he was not acting at all.