Berserk Griffith Vs Guts Novels & Stories

Lucas murmured as he passed her, “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on him.” “Don’t you dare,” she shot back, though worry shone in her eyes. The first clash was brutal. Grimhold moved with the kind of experience that made every strike count, while Lucas had the raw power and speed of a man who’d been forged in relentless combat. Grimhold dodged a heavy swing, hooked his arm, and sent Lucas sprawling into the dirt. The crowd roared. Lucas rolled, came up swinging, forcing Grimhold back with a barrage of blows that would’ve crushed stone.

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

Antonio’s voice came out as a snarl. “Palooka. Let's tackle this calmly—we can sort this” “There's nothing to sort. Let go of me—else I will make sure you don't get to witness the beauty of the next hour”. Antonio swore but Grinch persisted. “I’d never betray you. I swear—this could be a misunderstanding” “Shut up Bastard” agitated Antonio spat. He grappled ferociously and struck Grinch unexpectedly at the lower abdomen. The sudden gut-strike folded him.

This fight was becoming more and more perilous, but I wasn’t about to undermine him in front of his former beta. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “If he wants the pack, he can have it.” Griff downed the rest of his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not staying.” After another round, Boris left, and I continued sparring against Griff. The body I occupied was faster than my old one, with quicker reflexes that made up for the loss of strength. Even though Griff dodged most of my strikes, I still managed to land a few. We continued until Griff’s movements slowed, and he covered his mouth to hide a yawn.

Then he smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "Fine. If you think you can handle him, be my guest." Darren didn’t wait for further permission. He charged at Graham with renewed ferocity, his massive form barreling forward like a freight train. Graham barely had time to brace himself as Darren collided with him, the force of the impact sending him sprawling. Darren was on him in an instant, his claws slashing and his jaws snapping. The fight was brutal. Darren fought with the unrelenting savagery of a wolf desperate to prove himself, while Graham relied on his wits and agility to stay one step ahead.

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

Rippling black fur coats thick muscle, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. He doesn’t look at me. He keeps his gaze locked forward as low growls vibrates from deep in his chest. When the Berserker lunges, Cain meets him in mid-air. His jaws snap around the Berserker’s throat and I hear the sickening crunch of bone. In retaliation, the beast’s horns lash out. I watch in horror as one gashes Cain’s shoulder, while the other spears his side. Snapping out of it, I reach for my Berettas, but stop when pain suddenly tears through my back. My body lurches sideways, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat as my knees buckle.

Across the cage, Gargan froze, his chemically enhanced muscles spasming wildly as his core backfired. Rhys didn't miss the window. With a terrifying, primal roar, Rhys drove his right fist straight through Gargan’s unguarded chest guard, the Apex harness discharging fifty thousand units of pure, unadulterated kinetic impact directly into Gargan’s sternum! THWACK! Gargan’s massive six-foot-six frame was lifted clean off the canvas, flying twenty feet backward through the air before crashing violently against the titan-mesh wall, unconscious before he even hit the mat.

"You're no match for me," the Ghost Valley Sage said with an air of indifference. Grunt's face darkened as if he had received the worst humiliation in his life. "Stop that nonsense and give yourself up!" He increased his speed. The Ghost Valley Sage chuckled softly and blocked Grunt's attack with his right hand. Then, a fierce battle ensued in the air. In the beginning, Grunt could block all of the Ghost Valley Sage's attacks easily, but as time passed, he found it more and more difficult to do that. Finally, he was completely suppressed by the Ghost Valley Sage.

“Don’t let me catch you here again or anywhere near my team. Got it? General Abtez.” He glared at me, his eyes flickering ice blue again. I did not need him to go into a rage in my camp. I met his gaze and refused to back down. Berserkers respected strength and power, so I refused to show weakness to them.