Novel & Cerita Battle Beast Vs Omni Man

This gave the beast another advantage. The creature was kiting the scout to come under the blind spots of the other two. The beast was using him as a meat shield. Combined with his ability to create crafty afterimages, it became almost impossible to touch the beast no matter how hard the three people tried. The glints of sparks glided across the air while the silhouettes of the four shadows fluctuated over the entire area. The battle had such an insane pace and volatility that it absolutely freaked the bleeding woman at the foot of the tree. She knew that three people were several notches better in terms of coordination and combat techniques, but that still wasn't enough to cage this infant

I didn't want to draw the attention of the heartless man sitting next to me. "Lady Vee, this is the new maid. Teach her everything she needs to know and keep an eye on her". He told the woman who was smiling so widely. My eyes widened, I thought he said he wanted to interrogate me? How did that connect with working as a maid? I am the daughter of a Beta. That's what omegas do. But I guess I will have to slam my mouth shut if I want to live. "Come on dear what's your name". The woman said grabbing me immediately. Why was she smiling at me? Didn't she know that I was a werewolf or was she pretending because her leader asked her to take me?

This time, Samson joined in. The apex overbeast sensed the challenge. Its fury erupted like thunder, and its immense energy condensed into a colossal warhammer that came crashing down. "Ugh!" With a single blow, Gideon, Samson, and Orabella spewed blood violently, their bodies sent flying like broken kites. The apex overbeast extended its massive claw once again, reaching to crush them in midair and squeeze the life out of them. Its supreme energy was locked onto them completely. "Damn it!"

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

He thought as he looked into the zombie eyes of the controlled warrior, seeing zero emotion. Meanwhile, Luna had engaged in battle with the second warrior, letting the mayhem commence. The beastman warrior was large and powerful, his features that of a striped tiger with large muscles. The beast smashed its axe down, aiming to cleave Luna in half with one mighty blow. Thankfully, Luna was swift and easily avoided the blow, darting to the left before she used her claws to slash at the Tigers knee. The best man's muscles weren't only for power though, as it quickly moved out of the way, spinning back before it unleashed a kick.

Defeated. I collapsed backward, gasping. Blood dripped from my arm in heavy, warm rivulets. My head spun so violently the arena tilted sideways. I was almost done. The eighth opponent, however, was worse. He was a lion beastman. He was bigger than Rekkor, bigger than the bear, wearing armor reinforced with metal bands. His mane flowed down his shoulders in golden streaks, and when he roared, the entire Colosseum shook. By then, exhaustion clung to me like chains.

She was indeed a Battle Beast, for even a normal strike had this much power. But Mane didn’t let that daunt him. If something like this could faze him, he wouldn’t have lived this long, neither would he have had the gall to claim that he was one made for war. After he ducked, he threw out a punch of his own. His feet pushed off the ground, destroying the platform below him as he gathered power into his right arm. Several small explosions occurred on his arm as lightning and fire intermingled with each other and a small ball of their combined might formed upon Mane’s curled up fist. “Hah”

Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. The silence that followed my words felt eternal. Then came his voice, deep and sharp as steel. “Repeat that.” I took a shaky breath, feeling the eyes of everyone present in the room. My legs trembled, but I straightened my shoulders, meeting his icy blue gaze. “I volunteer… to be your mate,” I said again, my voice steady this time. The room erupted. Some people gasped; others burst into laughter. “She’s committing suicide!” “A poor little omega? The king will tear her apart!”

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

An Omega would take far longer. Almost like nature wants us to know our place. “Rodmon should forfeit,” Corrin says, focused on the two men in the arena. “Yeah,” Celeste agrees, “I don't like how Barther is looking at him.” Sometimes an Alpha can lose to a beta. It's mostly due to inexperience on the Alpha’s part, but sometimes there's a Beta so powerful that he's stuck just at the edge of being called an Alpha. Neither of those applies to this match. His opponent is Barther—right hand of the prince with a reputation of breaking limbs.