humiliation

Avril's POV

After saying that, I didn't give him a chance to retort and turned around to leave.

Soon, the pairs training competition started.

The coach stepped aside and said sternly, "This is a real training match. Please respect your opponents and show them no mercy. Otherwise, you may lose your lives. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Coach!" Everyone replied in unison.

Soon, it was Carl's turn to fight with the strong gray wolf.

Carl started to shiver before he could take a step.

But the strong gray wolf didn't let him go, he grabbed Carl's arm and threw him to the ground.

A few minutes later, Carl was knocked out.

He looked just like a dumb guy.

Watching this scene, I couldn't help laughing.

I thought to myself, "Carl was too cocky, and now he finally got his punishment!"

While I was happy, the coach suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

He came up and said, "What they just did was wrong. He didn't even fight back for himself when he got beaten up by his opponent. That was wrong!"

Then he patiently taught them how to protect themselves.

Afterward, the coach looked at Carl and asked, "Do you understand?"

Carl's face had turned pale after being dropped to the ground several times.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, so he immediately crawled to the side and vomited.

Even after seeing Carl vomit, the coach was not anxious at all. He said, "If you are not ready to fight back, you will only get beaten. I hope each of you will remember that."

The crowd nodded their heads.

Then the coach told Carl to take a break and continue training.

Marcia saw Carl's miserable state and turned white with fear.

"Avril, I just got a call, something needs to be taken care of, I ..."

Just as Marcia was trying to find an excuse to leave, the coach shouted to us, "Avril, Marcia, it's your turn!"

I stood up confidently and looked at Marcia with a pure smile on my face.

"Don't worry, we'll be done soon. When it's over, it's not too late for you to take care of things."

Marcia felt so scared that her legs were already trembling.

She said loudly to the coach, "Coach, I'm not a trainee here. There's no need for this training, is there?"

To her disappointment, the coach did not allow her to do that.

He said with a serious face, "Whether you are a student here or not, as long as you are here, you have to participate in all the scheduled training!"

Despite what the coach said, Marcia was still reluctant to participate in the training.

I knew she was scared and couldn't help but smile inside.

Then, I approached her and said with a smile, "Marcia, don't hesitate anymore. Is it hard that you are afraid that you can't beat me?"

"But ..." Marcia bit her lips and hesitated.

I pretended to comfort her again: "Are you worried that you might get hurt? Don't worry, you are our valiant female warrior of the Silver Lake pack, and I am just a loser who uses nothing. You won't be afraid of me, will you?

When Marcia heard my words, she had no choice but to force herself to do it.

I looked at her and smiled gently.

However, I was not forgiving to her at all.

When the training began, without waiting for her to launch an attack, I grabbed her by the collar and threw her over my shoulder.

Marcia immediately screamed.

When I realized she was in pain, I quickly pretended to be nervous and ran over to check on her.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to...are you okay?" I asked.

Although Marcia was in pain, she could only barely shake her head when she saw that I was concerned about her and said, "It's okay."

She thought by saying that, everything would end here.

But then, the coach suddenly said, "Since you are fine, you guys do it again!"

What?

Marcia was surprised.

I had no choice but to shrug my shoulders and say, "We don't have a choice, do we? Then let's do it again."

Marcia's heart was filled with pain, but she could only continue to endure.

This time, however, I had turned my attention to her lower back.

Without warning, I ran up to her and kicked her directly in the lower back.

This pain was different from the pain of falling on a thick mat.

This time, she felt a solid pain.

Not surprisingly, Marcia screamed hysterically again.

I pretended to be concerned and asked her, "Marcia? Oh, I'm really sorry. I seem to have pushed a little too hard."

Marcia's heart was filled with hate, but she could only shake her head and pretend she was fine.

She thought it was about to end, however.

: "One more time!" The coach said

"Again!" Marcia almost fainted at those words.

But I wasn't merciful to her, and the next thing everyone saw was Marcia was like a soft sandbag, getting beaten up hard by me.

After a few falls and kicks, the whole room was filled with Marcia's screams and the whole scene was unbearable.

I was so happy to see her bruised and battered.