Bardocks Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe they make their final choice based on whether they win or not. The crowd sets off Modok's fight with the traditional growl, and the Bronkark makes the first move. He charges and swings at Modok with all his strength, but Modok dodges easily. Almost as if he knew the large Bronkark would use the move. The Bronkark recovers from his miss quickly, but Modok again predicts his next swing. This time the missed blow throws the Bronkark off his footing, and Modok strikes. He punches the Bronk in the throat and the orange giant gags. Modok doesn't give him a second to recover. He kicks out his left knee and the bronk falls to his uninjured knee. Modok elbows the top of his head and the massive

Author's POV. It was a big day for Xavier . He has the fight with the man who had always won his every single matches . 'Lucus Cole' , a champion and has never lost any of his previous boxing matches. He has the record of winning ninety nine fights and this will be his hundred win if he could defeat Xavier . The man was double the size of Xavier and pretty much stronger as well .....

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Adam, and the owner of this host body is called Barker." Adam cleared his throat, then explained, "Barker and I made a spirit contract a thousand years ago, and he's been cultivating the law of darkness under my guidance ever since. He's gotten to live much, much longer than he normally would. What I'm trying to say is that Barker and Senior Fremont are both cultivators who have lived up to a thousand years. Yet, the fact remains that Barker's no more than a host body I'm borrowing. You're much better off becoming my pupil than Fremont Skye's, you know?"

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!" Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody—neither of them had brains. "What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?! They're dead now!" Death aura spilled from his body—he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!" Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son?

'He must be scared silly.' Kendrick walked up to Andro. "Now it's your turn!" While saying that, he threw a punch. At the same time, his fist glowed fiery red. He was a fire-element 1-star Martial Artist. Andro merely stared at the fist without dodging. Right before it reached him, he also threw a punch. Boom! A loud boom echoed. Kendrick, who looked smug a moment ago, suddenly let out a scream. His body flew backward and crashed onto the ground with a thud.

I lifted my hand to return it, but the trainer’s cold voice cut through the air. “Well, if it isn’t the early bird herself, Miss Kylie.” A shiver crawled up my spine as my hand dropped. “Mr. Barkov...” I murmured. Alpha-ranked, giant girth and absolutely terrifying, Barkov had his piercing violet eyes locked onto me. A deep scar ran from his temple down to his ear, making him appear even more intimidating. Cubs never failed to cry at the sight of him. “Must be nice to have the whole pack waiting on you,” he said casually, the sarcasm evident in his voice.

In the same swift moment, he spun around with a round house kick, sending the beta to the floor, beads of blood flying out his open mouth. What the hell? “Who the hell is this guy?” I asked Xavier, my voice barely audible. Xavier sighed. “Said his name is Zack Biko. Beta from the Parsus Pack. Said he's here for a business project.” “So, how is he here?” “Came in yesterday evening and requested to see Lloyd,” Xavier began. “I assumed it could be one of Lloyd's friends during his quest and invited Lloyd. The guy rambled about how he hates sorcery and wants to help. Said he'd like to join the beta.*

One by one, every member of my club echoed the sentiment. Family stays. I blinked back tears. "All right. Let us do this." We rode in formation. Loud. Visible. Announcing our presence. Marcus stood in the center of the garage, flanked by his soldiers. And beside him, tied to a post, was Victor. Barely conscious. Barely alive. "Jenna Carter!" Marcus called out. "Right on time. I appreciate punctuality." I climbed off my bike, walking forward slowly. Deliberately. "Let Victor go. This is between you and me."

Bardo yelled, as he looked at me. He was only two years older than me, but I was taller and more solid. His lack of training showed, and I looked at the Zeta next to him. Gregos. He was much taller than me and bulkier, and I almost smiled as I looked at him. Big guys like that always thought their size scared people off. “You are being informed now,” Duncan said.

Then Robert appeared, equally drunk, wielding a baseball bat. "Jesus," Valentina breathed. The two men fought. Robert swung the bat. Connor ducked, ran toward the barn. Robert followed. Minutes passed. Then Duke came running from the house—fifteen years old, skinny, terrified. He had something in his hand. A kitchen knife. "He was trying to help," Valentina realized. "Connor called him. Or he heard the fighting." Duke disappeared into the barn. More time passed. Too much time. When Duke emerged, he was alone. Covered in blood. Crying. He collapsed in the yard, curled into a ball.