Beyblade Metal Masters Yu Novels & Stories

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

Buzz! In an instant, Caelum Sword spun around a few times as if it were very angry. The tip of the sword bent over and stared at Alliance Master Yarn before it wrote angrily on the floor: [Old man, I’m much older than you. You should call me Aunt, alright! Hey, you actually have the bloodline of Little Kai in your body. Although it’s very faint, it’s not bad.] Alliance Master Yarn and Benny were stunned at the moment!

I informed as I went in to pick it with my handkerchief. I could feel the hum of power buzz the second I touched it. I just knew. The artifact hummed a rhythm that wasn’t of here. It didn’t belong . It was obsidian blade, straight like the mini sword it was. It’s edges glimmered like light hitting diamonds and I could feel the runes that throbbed faintly in sync with my own pulse. Not a mortal weapon that should have killed someone like that from what I have gathered. It was a purging dagger.

The blows seemed light and airy, but they held immense internal energy. Just then, Yargon and Rocky exchanged a glance. Then, without hesitating, they channeled their internal energy to cast blows of their own in response. Although there was already a clear winner, they could not bring shame to the Metal Alcove Sect either. The next second, the four blows collided. Yargon and Rocky let out dull hums as they staggered backward, falling out of the duel stage at once. "Elder Martin is indeed powerful. I humbly accept defeat."

She was intentionally engineering a direct, head-on collision between Rezon and Yohan—purely to test if they truly recognized one another. With her own eyes, Moza was determined to witness whether a trace of recognition, sudden shock, or overwhelming guilt would manifest within the clinical gaze of the Fifth Young Master. This was the absolute opening salvo of her calculated retribution.

“Y-Young Master-” “What did you show Heidi on your phone?”

said 288. “There’s only nine of them,” I pointed out. “All the war golems together wouldn’t be able to defeat one of the Masters.” “That can’t be right,” said Maurice. “They were knocking each other’s heads off out there. If they can do that, it means they can be hurt, doesn’t it?” “The Masters do not use their full abilities during the tournament,” said 288. “The mountain would fall down if they did.” I wasn’t sure about this. Cheng hadn’t looked like he was holding back during his match, but perhaps he was an exception. If the rest of them had restricted their abilities in some way, it wasn’t in how hard they tried to rip each other’s limbs off.