Berserk Griffith Vs Guts Novels & Stories

" Vrionis bellowed. "Your cage is empty. I do have her now," Bertulf said with a calm disposition that made me proud. Vrionis lunged at him, tackling him to the ground, he barrelled blows at him in pure rage, slashing Bertulf persistently in the flank. I thought to intercede but saw that in Vrionis blind lashing he had given Bertulf a chance to stab him in the flank and he howled as Bertulf clawed his flesh out. He managed to detach himself from his brother's grip and quickly backed off. When he lunged again, I thought he was going for Bertulf again and almost ignored him but an instinct made me swerve away from my right to the left and his mechanical claws missed my neck by an inch.

Genesis scrambled to his feet, picking his hands up from the dirt before lunging at his brother, who crunches down in preparation. Stopping Genesis with a sharp kick, Giovanni then tackled his brother to the ground, wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing as Genesis grunted, pulling his shoulders upwards before driving a powerful punch to the side of Giovanni’s face, sending him sideways, giving Genesis enough time and opportunity to move and weakly get back on his feet.

Gary looked at Brend, who smiled and nodded with an unspoken question and answer and both men dashed forward toward Grub at the same time. With only mere paces of distance left for the two men to cover, Grub readied himself for a difficult fight but grunted in surprise and shock when both Gary and Brend were slammed into by a massive blur, sending them both flying to the side into a mass of tangled limbs. Taz flipped forward, end over end, stopping not far away from Brend and Gary, Grub looked from Gary and Brend to the lizard and smiled, ‘The big lizard save my life.’ He rushed forward to check on Taz who was laying unmoving on his side.

The tension in the air is palpable, and my heart races in sync with the anticipation of the fight. With a thunderous roar, Derrick charges forward, his powerful claws slashing through the air. Master Athan’s reflexes kick in as he swiftly evades each strike with a mesmerising display of agility. Their movements are a blur, a dance of strength and skill. The ground beneath them trembles with the sheer force of their blows, echoing the intensity of the battle. Every move is executed with precision, showcasing their expertise in combat and battle.

I pushed through the bodies until I found a good vantage point near the back. And there he was. Elias Motherfucking Graves. He was shirtless, covered in sweat and bruises, circling a man twice his size like he was the apex predator in this case. He moved with a lethal grace—the same precision Lucian had, but wilder. Elias was more unhinged. He ducked a heavy swing, then countered with a brutal knee to the ribs followed by an elbow to the jaw. The bigger man dropped like a sack of bricks. Well, that wasn’t entertaining at all. Why were these people clapping?

"You little bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Andrew did not even glance at her, turning instead to face Ernesto. This man had managed to block his Inferno Strike with just his sword, and it was not even unsheathed. His terrifying power might even surpass Alistair's. With a flick of his fingers, Ernesto summoned his sword back into his hand. He stepped forward gracefully, tilting his head as he looked down on Andrew. "I am Ernesto Griffith of Mistveil Peak. You've shown enough strength to at least earn the right to know my name."

The frantic, furious shout shattered his toxic brooding. Stephen jumped, his attention snapping violently back to the combat ring. The sparring match had completely halted. One of the Claw Mountain fighters was down on one knee, holding his jaw, while the Frost fighter—Gareth—was pacing aggressively, his chest heaving as the crowd roared in a mix of boos and cheers. "Stephen, are you going to do your fucking job?!" his fighter snarled from the dirt, spitting blood. "He threw a late strike after the grapple broke! Call the foul!"

Instead, he simply swung the Fishgut Sword, sending his own surge of sparkling water flying toward the shadowy figure’s attack! It was clear that the shadowy figure had forgotten that water triumphed over fire. As proof of that, the Titan Sword was only able to be obtained after the Fishgut Sword was pulled out. With that in mind, just like how water could put fire out, the Fishgut Sword could easily cancel out any of the Titan Sword’s attacks. With that in mind, Gerald’s surge of water easily put out the shadowy figure’s fiery attack! Naturally, this stunned the shadowy figure. He hadn’t taken this into account!

"You got the God Ranked Berserk x1." "God Ranked Berserk: Able to increase battle strength by 500 folds after usage." "Multiplying combat strength by 500 times?" Reading the introduction to God Ranked Berserk, Lucas' face was filled with excitement. Thinking of this, he was not afraid of Cory's master at all. "Se... senior?" Gerald looked at Lucas and hesitated. "If you have something to say, just say it," Lucas said lightly. Gerald, the master of the Blood Eagle Organization, swallowed his saliva and summoned up his courage to say to Lucas, "Senior, when are you leaving?"

The look of panic crossed Beth's face seeing that only one of her mates was present. Gerwulf shifted back to his mortal form, running as fast as he could towards the large vampire. The female guard stepped out of the way letting him in. He tackled the vampire down looking like an absolute mad man as he threw his fists down as fast as he could jerk them back up. The large vampire tried his best, snarling like a cage beast as he blocked his face in a desperate attempt. Gerwulf hooked his arm one of the vampire's, twisting it to the side. A sickening crack filled the air and the remaining vampires looked over watching as Gerwulf restrained his good arm, pummeling his face into a pulp.