Toby's POV:
The surging force made me fly out like a piece of rag.I slammed into the guardrail of the battle ring, which caused an uproar in the crowd.I fell to the ground in disbelief.
How could Sylvia be so powerful? She was so skinny.How could she knock me out with just one punch? I didn't want to believe it, but the pain in my chest told me it was real.I was beaten away by a mere slave.
There were noisy discussions around me, doubting my ability.I felt very embarrassed.
For the first time in my life, I was beaten away by a she-wolf.
Worse was, she was a slave I despised the most.
I clutched my chest and looked at the grandstand, only to see my father's gloomy and terrifying face.I endured the taste of blood in my mouth and tried to stand up as if nothing had happened.
But the power of Sylvia's punch was so great that my body didn't recover at all.So I fell down awkwardly again.
Sylvia looked at me condescendingly and sneered, "I'll give you only one chance.Concede now."
Those words sounded just familiar.
Didn't I say similar words to that weak she-wolf not long ago? This bitch Sylvia deliberately did it to humiliate me.
"No way!" I said without even thinking.
During battles, it was either I die or win.
Admitting defeat was something only cowards did.
Sylvia snorted coldly.Her face was full of disdain.
"Your struggle is just futile." She looked at me like she was looking at a piece of trash.
No one had ever dared to offend me like this, let alone a lowly slave like her.
My boiling anger burned up my calmness.I got up from the ground and attacked Sylvia again.
My fist brushed past her ear, and I stretched out my right leg towards her waist.
Sylvia quickly stretched out her left hand to block my attack.
Then she immediately squatted down and swept across my left leg.
For me not to lose my balance, I immediately took a step back.I looked at her coldly and said, "It turns out this is your real strength.It seems that you have been pretending weak.I was too careless just now.But don't worry.The show has just begun."
Sylvia didn't say anything.
Instead, she took the initiative to attack me.
Then she punched me again and again, almost knocking my chest down.I trembled with pain, feeling like my veins were about to explode.I kicked my legs in the air and struggled frantically to break free from Sylvia.
But she just pressed me firmly.
Blood oozed out of my mouth.
But since her hand still covered my mouth, I could only swallow it, suffocating to despair.
Just when I thought she would beat me to death, Sylvia suddenly removed her hand from my mouth and gave me a hard punch on the face.I was so scared that I lost my mind.I felt like I was going to die.
But Sylvia's fist stopped right before my eyes.
Then she put her hand down, stood up, and looked down at me coldly.
"It seems that Blair made the right choice."
I was dumbfounded and speechless for a while.I was only pulled back to reality by the sound of the referee's whistle.
"I surrender," I said and lowered my head dejectedly.
For the first time in my life, I felt so frustrated.
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