Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 405 Create A Desperate Situation

Leonard’s POV:

I took Sylvia to the eighth floor, which had a variety of equipment for basic strength training.

“Come on, start punching the sandbag. Don’t stop unless I tell you to.” I tossed the boxing gloves to her and sat on the sofa on one side to enjoy my coffee.

As Sylvia grudgingly pulled on the gloves, she glanced at me and muttered, “There is even coffee here…”

I calmly took a sip of my coffee, feeling very content in my heart. This type of training program was pretty good. With an excellent student, I didn’t have much to do, and coffee was available too.

Sylvia started a series of basic training exercises under my instructions. Seeing her so reluctant had me intrigued.

“What are you doing? Haven’t you eaten lunch? Use more f0rce.” I sat in a relaxed position and urged her on every now and then.

Sweat trickled down her forehead. I could hear the thumps when her fists connected with the sandbag.

already been well-trained in basic strength and sK*lls over the past few months of school. I had ordered her to do the strength training right now just to exhaust

special

unlikely to surface under normal

remind her of the feeling of that power, so that she could

create a desperate situation for her

training, Sylvia was

handed her a clean

was too out of breath to speak. She nodded and wiped her sweat with the towel. I smiled kindly and said, “No, I don’t think you’re tired enough. Come on. Now ten

almost rolled her eyes when she heard what I said, but she finally obeyed and began doing them. Although she was extremely fatigued, her movements were still regular, but her bright

like I was starting to push her limits. I was very

enough, because I wanted to make her so tired that she had no strength left to be fierce also. “Don’t slow down, or you’ll have to do

another round of training, she instantly lay down on the floor,

jumps? I don’t think you’ve done

losing her temper, her face bulging like a steamed bun. “Are you torturing me on

and pretended to

her hands on the back of her head,