Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 116: Counterattack

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I clutched my stomach and looked up at Angel. She didn’t take the opportunity to continue attacking me. Instead, she walked up to me and looked down at me.

Gasping for breath, I pulled myself to my feet.

“You’re as useless as I thought.” Angel stood in front of me with her hands cupped. She was taller than me, and even though I was on my feet, I had to look up to see her eyes.

I couldn’t beat her.

I recognized this reality more than ever before.

The difference between our combat skills was not small. I had already used all my strength just now, but Angel easily neutralized my attack. I felt that my heart was as heavy as my legs, as if it was filled with lead. I was indignant but helpless. I wanted to become stronger.

What exactly do I have to do to bring her down??I wondered.

“You started it. Now it’s my turn.” Angel stretched her arms and looked at me sharply.

At this moment, she seemed to have finally removed all her pretense. Her eyes were filled with undisguised hatred.

“Your moves are too slow and there are too many flaws. Let me teach you how to do it.” Angel walked back and forth in the middle of the arena.

I also raised my fists and assumed a defensive posture as I looked at her warily.

We circled slowly in the middle of the field.

“Trying to defend yourself against me this way? That’s not enough.” Angel was still talking. A malicious smile appeared on her face. “You can only imitate my rhythm in a clumsy manner. You’ll always be on the defensive. I’m going to punch. Can you predict which direction I’m going to hit you in the face from?”

I concentrated on observing her movements. The rise and fall of her arm muscles would indicate the direction in which she was moving. As long as I could see the direction in which she was moving and dodge in time…

“Ugh!” I let out a muffled groan.

Instead of attacking me with her arms, as she’d said, Angel swept her leg to my waist.

Her angle was very tricky as it happened to be the side of my abdomen that she had just hit. This attack directly affected my muscles and triggered a pain in my abdomen.

I couldn’t react in time and staggered to the side from the unexpected blow. Fortunately, I didn’t fall this time.

I adjusted my breathing, mentally reassuring myself that this was at least an improvement.

Angel was still circling in front of me.

“This time, I’ll count down to three, then I’ll start the next attack.” Angel raised her eyebrows in her trademark high-and-mighty look. “Are you ready for a beating somewhere this time?”

I observed the movements of her entire body and the rhythm of her breathing.

I wouldn’t hear or believe a word she said. I recalled in my mind the details Elliot had taught me about combat.

The other party might disturb you with words, but no matter what the other party said, muscle reactions wouldn’t lie.

Any attack must be charged before it was launched. Otherwise, your attack would be weak and pose no threat to the other party.

As long as you carefully used your eyes and ears to observe your opponent and listened to the wind, you could predict what the other party was going to do.

“Three,” said Angel’s voice.

The muscles in her left calf were tightening. Is she going to use her left leg? I wondered.

“Two.”

No, she was just adjusting the center. Her body was leaning back. It was a left!

Sure enough, Angel didn’t count to one before she threw a punch.

I raised both fists in front of me and blocked it!

Before I could feel happy about this, Angel quickly changed her move. She didn’t seem to have a time interval between the two moves. The force on her left fist was real, and her right fist attacked with great force.

I was forced back by her swift and fierce punches.

Her punches became more and more powerful. In contrast, my parry became weaker. I knew that my next punch would not be able to keep up with her speed and I was immediately knocked to the ground.

I had to find a chance to counterattack!

I made up my mind and retracted my hands. I took the punch head-on. Taking advantage of the opening, I threw myself forward and grabbed Angel’s waist, stopping her next punch.

Angel only paused for a moment for this change. She moved as fast as lightning. First, she retracted her arms and struggled out. At the same time, she bent her knee and aimed at my injured stomach.

My lower abdomen hurt, but I knew I couldn’t let go now no matter what.

This was no longer combat training, but a brawl.

Although my posture was not good, it could restrict Angel’s movements. After I grabbed her waist, she could not use her limbs for their usual attacks.

Since I couldn’t beat her in combat techniques, I would increase the area of contact with her body. When you were tightly pressed against something, any exquisite technique would fail. This was the only way I could restrict her from using combat techniques.

Since Angel was taller and thinner than me, I expected to have an advantage in weight and center of gravity. I could drag her down by momentum and we’d have a contest of strength.

However, I had underestimated the stability of Angel’s lower body. Even though I suddenly charged forward with inertia, I still failed to sweep her to the ground as I had expected.