The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 232

SIGRID

They called out to the long platform where the contestants fought while Alessandre watched, looking utterly bored, from a seat at the top of the stairs.

"The winner is Amelandra Grumon!"

Cheers erupted for a proud-looking redhead who was throwing flirtatious glances at our great-uncle.

Honestly, all of this seemed so ridiculous to me.

"Next contestants, Petra Sole and Electra De la Croix!"

Well, time to vent some of this frustration.

I climbed the wooden steps and took my place at one end, while she stood at the other. Her smug little smirk was really getting on my nerves.

The glass dome that protected the rest of the hall from stray spells began to rise and seal above our heads.

"Let the fight begin!"

The moment the signal was given, she lunged at me like a hyena.

We clashed in hand-to-hand combat—kick, dodge, punch, dodge...

I spun out of her grip and slammed a devastating elbow into her ribs. I heard them crack.

At this close range, this woman was no match for me.

I reached behind my back, my arm tightening around her neck, ready to conjure a weapon and end this quickly. But she sensed the danger and struggled, blindly striking backward in a desperate attempt to free herself.

I tangled my legs around hers, trying to drag her down and pin her to the ground where she’d be most vulnerable. But just as she was about to fall, she slipped right through my fingers.

She literally turned into liquid and flowed away from me in an instant.

"Well, well, looks like someone has been training hard. That last defeat really hurt, didn’t it?"

She spat a little blood to the side, her eyes filled with hatred, her lip split open. Meanwhile, I barely had a scratch.

"Less talk, more action."

I told her, resuming my combat stance.

No more holding back—I was going to destroy her in the next exchange.

However, Petra had learned her lesson. She was no longer acting cocky. From that moment on, she attacked exclusively from a distance, unleashing magic without restraint, her murderous intent crystal clear.

This woman wasn’t just trying to hurt me. She was out for Electra’s life.

She raised her hands, summoning storm clouds that rumbled overhead, dark and crackling with danger.

Lethal bolts of lightning began striking my position.

I activated a defensive spell that made them bounce off—a crystalline barrier surrounding my body. But with each hit, fractures spread across its surface.

It wouldn’t hold for much longer.

I summoned part of Electra’s magic. It was impossible for me to steal all of her power.

A dark forest suddenly sprang to life, rising from the ground and covering the battlefield. Thick fog curled around the trees—an illusion, a perfect hiding place. I blended into the shadows, moving silently between the trunks.

Petra called upon the wind to sweep my forest away.

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