The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 295

Sylvia's POV:

As soon as I got back to the dormitory, Flora immediately pushed me towards the bathroom so that I could wash up and go straight to bed.

"It's already ten o'clock! Hurry up!" Flora's voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting dressed." Just then, my phone pinged.

Harry just sent me 10 GB worth of videos, all about fighting techniques.

I absentmindedly clicked on one randomly. Immediately, the video played and a dog's loud barking sounded. Startled, I muted my phone hurriedly.

"Sylvia? What the heck are you doing in there?" Flora knocked on the door a few more times impatiently.

"Nothing!" I looked around for an excuse. "There's still shampoo in my hair. I'm going to go rinse it."

As the sound of running water echoed in the bathroom, I continued to browse through the videos Harry sent me.

The one I had just clicked was called "Mad Dog Fist". It was a move that would take one's opponent by surprise. The fighter would strike the fatal weakness of the opponent in an unconventionally unexpected way. They would bark like a mad dog, which would throw off the opponent.

Although it was an unorthodox martial art technique, there were a few takeaways. For one, I should learn to fight my opponents without hesitation nor delay. A martial artist had to be ruthless in every move.

Scrolling through the list of videos, most of them were ordinary martial arts. I decided against watching any more clips. After all, I now had a general idea of what I should do, at least in theory.

Finally, Flora banged on the door, demanding that I hurry up. So I quickly finished up in the bathroom and headed to bed. Despite my restless mind, I forced my eyes closed and tried to go to sleep.

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The following day was quite sunny. All the students of the school were bustling, ready for the military parade that was held only once every four years.

The chaperon today was a young male werewolf who had just graduated from military school. He was still full of youthful vitality, and his passionate voice echoed across the square. He seemed be as flamboyant and proud as Blair himself.