Battle B-daman Show Novels & Stories

“This man knows death.” “I am an Invictus of the capital city and have been fighting here for almost one hundred years, so yes, I know a bit of battle,” Damen replied with a short nod. “I have been told to bring you back with me to be assessed.” “Assessed?” Rex asked.

Damaria "Today, we resume the games! for the starting match, we have the Legend herself, our undefeated Queen! Our Greatest Mage with an astounding amount of mana since her birth! Damaria Beatrice Revoltoir!" The so-called announcer said I went out to the arena and I looked towards Father and of course, he looks cold and distant as usual. I went to the middle of the Arena to wait for my opponent.

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

He didn’t have to. Kael tackled the stranger mid leap. Kaden shifted halfway, teeth lengthening, eyes blazing gold as he circled, ready to strike. Damon flicked his hand to send another shockwave. Darius blocked it. Blocked it. With his palm. The shockwave hit him like a wall of sound and light, but he didn’t fall. His boots slid against the stone, armor sparking, but he held his ground. Damon’s eyes widened. “You should not be able to do that,” Damon hissed.

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

"Make this day our real anniversary, shall we?" Right now, he's showing me a diamond ring. Wow? Is this the reason why he sang me one of the theme songs of Barbie in the Diamond Castle?! Our companions at the venue, on either side, Liam and Audrey were excitedly waiting for my answer. But the happiness Audrey has on her face is quite greater than Liam has. And when I looked back again to the man who was kneeling on the floor, I didn't know how to answer.

The battlefield in the inner compound of the VORTEX facility was still raging, and dozens of bodies lay across the compound, with some mangled so brutally that even the ground was covered with their various parts. The outer walls of the main building even bore the mark of the battle….gashes, bullet dents, and smears of blood. Damon stood at the center of it all, covered in blood, and waiting for the next wave of enemies with murderous intentions. His eyes still carried that wild look of a feral beast, and unrestrained power was pouring through him, pushing him to go for more carnage.

Rokon roared with great bravely as his face shown brightly for a while, Damon smile and nodded as he turned to face the huge crowd "Together we fight and together we fall, who are we??" Damon roared "We are the protectors of the Realm and we shall fight till our last breaths!!" The crowd roared as cheers filled and ranted the air, the wild breeze became tightened as all creatures roared with great bravery but it didn't last as the snaring and growling of several creatures could be heard miles away "Are you sure Lobana will save us?" Damon asked Alina as they walked towards the front of the of the battleground..

“They’ll warm up to you. You’re just… an acquired taste, that’s all.” Despite everything, I had to snort at that. “An acquired taste.” My brother grinned and swung the car door open. “Yes. Like a very moldy cheese.” … Hours later, Damon and I stood at the site of the battle along the eastern border of Moonshadow. It had apparently been quick but brutal and ugly, and multiple bodies—rogue and warrior alike—were littered across the trampled earth.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”