Battle B-daman Show Novels & Stories

stated Damien. Mr Black didn't say anything. He took out the phone from his pocket and showed a video to Damien. "Look at this video. Dominic is fighting on the streets." Mr Black said while handling the phone to Damien. Damien saw the video. In the video, Dominic was fighting in a street fight ring. Though Damien was a street fighter; his skills were something that made him the champion of the street fights. Damien just rolled his eyes while looking at the video. "Why are you showing me this video, Dad?" asked Damien in a bored tone.

she said between gasps. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Are you watching the fight?” “What fight?” She wiped at her tears with the back of her hands. “There are demon hunters in there now, and they sound terrifying.” “Brandon and Dax are under fire at the Colosseum. Brandon’s leg is shattered from the fall.”

she said, breath steady despite the run. “Still not luck?” I teased. “Hell no.” She bumped my shoulder lightly. A rich laugh escaped from her lips. “It was skill. Controlled chaos. Welcome to the fight.” I found Damon waiting outside the barracks again. Just like I had imagined he would be. Like he never left. He watched me approach, his expression unreadable. But his eyes held a strong emotion. “Well?” I asked. He didn’t answer. Just stepped forward and took my hand in his, pressing his forehead to mine.

Aiden snapped next to Rafael. "Oh! It's good that you want to play with us." Daniel replied, looking lopsidedly at Rafael and Aiden. Finally, there was a scuffle between three against two. Diki, who is good at self-defense, easily breaks Rafael's hands. Likewise Daniel deftly hit Aiden's face so hard that fresh blood flowed down his face. Meanwhile, Budi, don't expect him to be just a spectator of the attractions that Budi shows in front of him.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

raised an eyebrow "You're defending because it's just like you, a bitch like your brother Matt ... That was the drop that spilled the glass, after that bio all red. He released the first punch and from one moment to the next he was already hitting him all over his face. The boy who was under his body was not left behind with the blows, but Matt had a great advantage and was that he was born in the slums and that place taught you how to survive at the point of blows. He took it by the neck to raise it, then he slammed it against the floor making a dull sound that was heard all over the place. He was pushed towards one of the tables, causing his back to collide with this one, giving him a moan

Ramon pressed a kiss to her forehead, his expression a mix of relief and determination. But their moment of peace was fleeting. The council’s wrath was inevitable, and Ryker’s lies would only make the coming storm more dangerous. Jasmine stirred, her eyes meeting Ramon’s. “He won’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Ramon tightened his hold on her, his resolve solidifying. “Then neither will I.” The battle lines had been drawn. The Mate Bond Brawl was far from over.

Pain flared briefly, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the rhythm of battle, letting the pendant’s warmth guide her movements. “Hazel!” Damon called, parrying a strike from a creature larger than any she had seen. Its skin was rough, mottled, and slick with a strange, dark residue. He swung with precision, but the enemy’s strength was formidable. Hazel leapt to his side, her blade cutting a clean line across the creature’s throat. It collapsed with a shuddering hiss, vanishing into the shadows.

The first existence turned toward him. "What have you done?" The boy walked closer. "Nothing." A pause followed. Then he looked directly at Evelyn. "I simply asked someone outside to help me." The entire white world shattered. Evelyn saw the Bell Tower again. She saw Rowan, Serah, Elara, the Blood God and the First Judge. All of them were fighting. But not against the Void Emperor. Not against the creatures beyond the Door. A familiar figure stood at the center of the battlefield. A man with crimson eyes.

The crowd held its breath as the two squared off, the battle about to begin. Damon moved like lightning, striking with precision and strength. His punches landed with bone-shaking force, a clear display of dominance. The young Protector barely lasted 7 seconds before crumpling to the ground, groaning in pain as a healer rushed to his side. The next Protector fared little better, though he fought with all his might. Damon's skill was beyond compare, his movements fluid and calculated. Every strike was intentional and devastating. Within 20 seconds, the second Protector lay defeated.