SWNOVELS Chapter 72 The Arrogant Peacock
Sylvia's POV:
"Sylvia, you got paired up with Warren," Harry said with worry in his eyes.
I nodded, pursing my lips and feeling uneasy. Even though I was used to people being hostile with me, I couldn't understand why Warren was being so rude to me when we haven't even had any interactions in the past. From afar, he was a silent and well-behaved werewolf compared to the other students. But how come he would act so differently towards me?
"You have to be careful. He might play some dirty tricks on you," Harry warned, squinting his eyes. He then turned to Flora and asked, "Wait, you're from the same pack, right? What do you know about this guy?"
"I know Warren isn't the type to play dirty. Back home, he's mostly an upright guy who doesn't even like conflict." Flora frowned in confusion. "In fact, it was very strange how he acted this morning. I've never seen him with that much emotion."
"Well, now I'm more nervous."
I looked at the gloomy Warren, who seemed lost in thought.
"Come on, Sylvia. Don't be nervous. You were able to defeat me! Warren is nothing. I'm pretty sure I can defeat him with just one finger. So can you!" Harry arrogantly waved his fists in the air. "Oh please, Harry! Warren is actually very strong. He's the strongest one in our pack's younger generation. He's just restraining himself here and not recklessly showing off like you are." Flora rolled her eyes at Harry and then took out some rat jerky to eat.
As the arrogant pomp that he was, Harry was not convinced by what Flora said. "Well, it just means your pack is weak. Him? The strongest in your batch? That's ridiculous."
"You'll know when you get to fight him one day. Don't come crying back to me." Flora rolled her eyes again.
"When that day comes, I will prove it to you! I can defeat a hundred Warrens all on my own!" Harry straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, shrugging. "I wonder why Blair didn't pair me with Warren instead. I'm the one who needs a stronger opponent. Have you seen the small, skinny kid he paired up with me? Does he really think that lowly of me?"
I casually glanced at the werewolf Harry was paired up with. It was John, whose hair was cropped neatly in a crew cut. He was very thin and short with fair skin. His eyes seemed too big for his face, which made him look like a bug that could easily be squashed.
"Be careful still. He might look weak to you, but he was ranked seventh. That's two places above you, Harry," I warned Harry, afraid that he would carelessly underestimate his own opponent just by judging the appearance.
Harry waved his hand in dismissal, not taking me seriously. I was expecting him to be this arrogant, so I knew nothing I said would change his mind anymore.
The first fight of the day was between Harry and John. After flipping his bangs, Harry jumped onto the stage with excitement. He pointed his finger at John and crooked it to provoke him. "Come here!" "This guy is a walking peacock!" Flora complained.
Flora and I had no choice but to watch helplessly. The expressions on both of our faces were too complex for words. Our friend Harry was just too arrogant.
Even though Harry could be rightfully cocky with his skills, John was not afraid to show that he had more right to be arrogant than his opponent. John took the first move, quick and powerful, leaving Harry no room to process. Within two minutes, John had Harry on the ground.
Harry cast his face to the ground and he hung his head low after the match.
I thought it was kind of funny. But at the same time, I was pleasantly shocked by John's choice of moves. He immediately went straight for the opponent's vital points, which didn't seem like the typical military fighting style. His style reminded me more of a silent assassin. John must have noticed that I was gazing at him and nodded back at me. He casually hopped off the stage like he wasn't even tired.
Two fights passed by quickly and soon enough, it was my turn.
"Go Sylvia! Knock him down! Teach him to respect you!"
With a low voice, Flora encouraged me.