Beyblade Metal Tip Novels & Stories

' look but I averted my gaze towards Pear before standing beside Maze. I ignored Mac when he patted my back to stop me. But I can't take this anymore. I can't handle seeing the both of them flirting in front of me. It makes me want to puke. I took the remote from Maze abruptly to show them the next slide. I ignored his gaze even though I feel like it's piercing through my soul and I looked at Pear coldly.

He already knew that the first to third-grade weapons were low-ranking, the fourth to sixth-grade weapons were middle-ranking, and seventh to ninth-grade weapons were high-ranking. James let him choose a low-ranking weapon, so he could only pick one from first to third grade. There were many sharp weapons to choose from, but Caspian already targeted picking a third-grade spear. The spear was named Silver Scales. Just like its name, the spear's surface appeared as if it was coated with silver. At the same time, it seemed as if it was covered in a thin layer of scales. The most baffling thing about the scales was if you looked straight at the blade of the Silver Scales, it would just appear to

The blades looked lighter, a chill ran through my spine the moment I recognized it. Silver.

It could cleanse all evil in the world, and it shot right toward Titanzilla. Hardy, the Silver Moon Sky Wolf, unleashed his most talented Divine Technique, Cathode Freezing Light. A white flash of light pillar shot out from the silver moon on his forehead. The freezing aura coming from it chilled everyone's hearts. Andre, the Andromeda Tiger, roared. His roar shook the sky, and golden blades fell onto Titanzilla like a shower of flowers from the sky. As a metal-attribute Divine Beast, every golden blade was equivalent to divine-level mid-grade weapons. They were exceptionally sharp.

It was really satisfying for them, knowing that all of them have improved their personalities during their test. Luna's wooden bow was remade with silver metal covers and beads of white crystal. The arrows had the power to turn an enemy's body into a stone once the tip touched the enemy's skin. Maison's axe turned into an axe made of silver with three claw-like gold blades in between its toe and heel. There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it.

They shapeshift into different things to show their love for their master. “Alright my friends it is time for us to have one last fight. Are you both ready?” Kalen asked them. Diablo and Star shook their bodies yes. Kalen saw Merlin holding a cylinder in his hand. Kalen was confused when he saw it. “Steel thought you might need a new spear for this fight. This spear is created from spectral metal, and it is the most powerful weapon he has ever created. Use it well,” Merlin said as he hands Kalen the cylinder.

I choked back a scream as he violently drove me down to my knees. "You fight for the girl," the stranger whispered, leaning over my shoulder, his breath smelling of ozone and dead leaves. "You fight for territory. How incredibly small." With his free hand, he reached into the tactical vest at his chest. The moonlight caught the wicked, metallic gleam of a long, heavy object. It wasn't a dagger. It was a massive, solid silver stake, its surface etched with intricate, glowing runes that hummed with a low, menacing frequency.

If he failed, the metal would cool a little and remain unchanged. Zen also learned that not all his hits had to be hard. It was actually better to watch the colour of the metal to decide if a hard hit or a soft heat was required. If he was working with a metal that was bright red, he should hit it softly. Hammering it too hard could cause it to break or go out of shape. Once the metal cooled a little and a green shade appeared, Zen should go all out and use all his strength to hammer the piece of metal as long as the moving meter fell within the strike range. Applying Bladeless to trigger a three-strike combo move when the moving metre was within striking range proved to be a pro-gamer move.

“Attack!” The swirled black wind turned into numerous wind spikes and rose behind him before shooting toward Malikul. “Imitation.” Malikul breathed out at ease. The same design of those black spikes was created 10 times faster before launching at those black spikes as well. BOM! BOM! BOM! BOM! A few missed black spikes were cut down with his black-reddish long blade, also anticipating something amongst those lively spikes. Anticipating something, the corner of his lips curled up.