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Chapter 49 One On One
Chapter 49 One On One
Sylvia's POV:
"Harry! Are you insane? I told you to deal with Sylvia, not me!" Cherry shouted angrily. She couldn't believe that Harry just kicked her off the stage.
The whole thing happened so suddenly and fast that everyone was shocked.
"I'm not your lackey. I don't have to do as you say." Harry looked down upon Cherry from the stage. Suddenly, I felt the urge to fix my eyes on him. Despite his unruly head of hair that made him look like a talking pineapple, I couldn't help feeling a surge of respect and admiration for him. In my eyes, he glowed with bright, holy light like a true warrior.
Cherry's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in fury. When she was about to say something else, a judge asked her to leave. "An eliminated student cannot stay in the venue. Leave or your comprehensive score will be zero." Overwhelmed with rage and humiliation, Cherry burst into tears on the spot. She started wailing as if she was a victim of unfair treatment. The judge who asked her to leave had to get the guards to forcefully drag her out.
But I was not in the mood to worry about her. I still had a competition to win. Harry didn't fight with me. Instead, he turned around and targeted Cherry's pursuer, Allen.
Although I was surprised, I didn't read much into Harry's decision. I just focused and fought with Davin a. Davin a lost her backbone after Cherry was thrown out of the room. The way she threw punches became ridiculously erratic, as if she had lost her soul. It was only a matter of time before she attempted a miscalculated attack that I easily countered, and I knocked her off the stage.
Soon, Harry had also defeated Allen. He looked right at me. Although he still looked arrogant to me, he no longer annoyed me like hell.
"I underestimated you, slave. You did a fine job in the first two rounds of the competition. Didn't you want to fight me alone? Well, here's your chance. Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot." Harry straightened his back and put on a smug smile.
With that, I suddenly changed my mind about him being annoying. But although he could be painfully conceited, he wasn't an evil werewolf. He was strong, and he was a formidable opponent. I supposed that earned him the right to be lofty.
"My dear, how about you forfeit now? You have already secured second place in the group. Even if you admit defeat, you will still enter Class C. You may not be able to defeat Harry, and the judges may deduct points from you if you go on fighting," Yana reminded me in a low voice.
I eyed Harry carefully. Yana's words made sense, but I didn't want to admit defeat. I wanted to fight to the end.
"All right. Let's fight!" As soon as I finished my words, I threw a punch at Harry.
I watched in horror as he smoothly sidestepped out of my way and let my fist touch nothing but air. He was unbelievably fast and sure-footed. I immediately thought that if I moved like he did, I'd be infuriatingly pompous, too. Cherry and her followers were absolutely no match for him.
Before I could recover from my miss, Harry went on the offensive, and I scrambled to either block his attacks or get out of his way. He didn't have his hand on me, yet I felt like he was pinning me down by the neck. I couldn't find an opening to land a single punch, which reminded me of the time I fought Rufus.
After a few minutes of nonstop strikes, Harry backed off and let me catch my breath. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"You're too slow and weak. Defeating you will bring me no honor. Just forfeit, will you?"
The disdainful look on Harry's face reminded me of Rufus. Yes, Harry was stronger than me, but I still believed that I could knock him out. When I faced Rufus, I was really unable to fight back. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
The thought of Rufus calmed me down. Memories of our unforgettable fight flooded my head. He really had me then and never allowed me to land a single blow.
I chuckled. "You are too confident in yourself, Harry. I have fought with someone much stronger than you."
"You're bragging when you couldn't even defeat me? Let me tell you something—no one is stronger than me. Otherwise, I would've met him or her already." Harry was unconvinced.
"Maybe you're already looking at her." I flashed him a defiant smile.
"Oh, really? Well, maybe I should just quit being considerate and teach you a lesson." Harry waved his fist at me, and his facial expression became serious.
I turned my head and easily dodged his attack. Then, I clamped my hand on his shoulder, imitating the move Rufus used. As my heart sang and burned with surging fighting spirit, I sneered, "I'd like to see you try."