Chapter 51: Victory


    Sylvia’s POV:


    Harry acted swiftly.


    However, I spun around and dodged him as I recalled the moves Rufus had used to attack him.


    "Why did you change your moves?" Harry was baffled.


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    He couldn’t fight back.


    I snorted and punched his face.


    "I’ve told you that I’ve fought with people stronger than you."


    "Damn it! Don’t hit my face!"


    Harry anxiously blocked my fist.


    "Who is stronger than me? Tell me.I want to meet them."


    "I’ll tell you if you defeat me!"


    I pressed my elbow on Harry’s shoulder.


    When he was distracted, I gave him a suplex and pinned him to the ground, pressing my hand on his


    neck.


    Harry was in a trance and looked at me in disbelief.


    After a while, he came to his senses and said, "I admit defeat."


    I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.


    If he didn’t adm?t defeat, I would have be exhausted and wouldn’t have been able to fight back


    anyway.


    I stood up and pulled Harry to his feet.


    Just then, a judge shed the card at me and said, "Thirty points will be deducted because your


    movement was not standard, and ten points will be deducted because you vited the rules of the


    competition."


    I was taken aback.I couldn’t understand what was going on.


    Perhaps my movement was indeed not standard, but as far as I knew, I didn’t vite the rules in any


    way.


    Just as I was about to question the judge, Harry lost his cool.


    He stood up and bellowed, "Have you all lost your minds? Are you giving the scores with your eyes


    closed? When did she vite the damn rules? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking rip your eyes off your


    sockets!"


    Harry was so angry that he wanted to beat that judge.


    I lunged forward and stopped him, fearing that he would get violent and attack the judge.


    "Calm down.I’ll handle it."


    I walked up to the judges and looked at them.


    "I would like to know the standard rules of thepetition.To my knowledge, I don’t remember viting


    any rules."


    The judges fell silent, for they didn’t know what to say.


    Finally, they nced at each other, and one of them said, "If I say you have vited the rules, then you


    have.What can a ve like you know?"


    Harry grew agitated.


    He grabbed the judge’s cors and shouted, "Change the score! Otherwise, you won’t be able to get off


    the stage today."


    Harry’s threat frightened the judge.He tried pulling Harry’s hands off his cor but failed.


    "I can change : the marks I had deducted for viting the rules, but her movement and techniques


    were not standard.That’s a fact."


    "A fact? Prove it then! How could you make such statements without any proof?"


    Harry tried stepping forward again, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head, gesturing for him not to


    be impulsive.


    The judge raised the card again, straightened his shirt, and red at him.


    "If I say her movement was not standard, then it wasn’t.How could a ve, who has never received


    formal training before, do standard movements? Who taught her?"


    Just then, the card in the judge’s hand was snatched away.


    "Who the hell…" the judge cursed under his breath and turned his head.


    The blood on his face drained as soon as he saw Rufus.


    "Your Highness, what are you doing here?"


    Rufus flipped over the card in his hand and looked the judge in the eye.


    "I taught her the moves.Got a problem?"


    "Well… No! Her movements were great!" the judge mumbled submissively.


    He was so terrified that he broke into a cold sweat.


    Rufus snorted and crushed the card.


    "Get out of here!" The judge’s face visibly rxed.


    He stood up and ran away without looking back.


    My heart skipped a beat when I saw Rufus’s tall, elegant figure.


    He looked at me, and our eyes locked.


    Then, he cast a sidelong nce at another judge.


    The judge immediately understood his gesture and raised the card in his hand.


    "The winner is Sylvia Todd!"


    A moment of silence pervaded before the arena erupted with apuse that seemed to grow louder with


    every passing minute.


    I even heard people cheering and whistling.


    My eyes widened as I looked around.


    The people no longer mocked or ridiculed me.


    They were all congratting me and celebrating my victory.


    "Sylvia, congrattions! You defeated me!" Harry said, his face beaming with pride and joy.


    "Thank you, Harry." Tears welled up in my eyes.


    I had received recognition from my opponent for the first time.


    "Oh, my dear, you made it.I’m really proud of you." Yana began to sob.


    "Don’t cry.My brain will end up floating in tears if you keep crying like this," I coaxed Yana.


    I didn’t know about the other wolves, but mine was an emotional one — it cried for both my sorrow and


    victory.


    Just then, a familiar scent wafted to my nose.I looked up and saw Rufus walking up to me.


    My heart began to race in my chest yet again.