Blue Lock 11 Formation Novels & Stories

"How are things going out there?" “Threat of a breach,” he corrected. He’d opened the door a little wider, leaning on the frame. “We found nothing, but just to be certain, we’ll stay out there.” “Do you need…” “I’ve got company, Annie,” he interrupted quickly, throwing his head over his shoulders for a fraction of a second. But I caught it. How could I miss it when every part of me was attuned to him? “I’ve got to go.” And then, the rose appeared from behind. He stretched out a hand to me, angling his head. His hair grazed the under of his ears softly, even if there was nothing soft about the Enforcer of the Blue Moon Pack.

Swoosh! A series of sounds of something breaking through the air echoed, and these eyeballs suddenly flew out in many directions around them. "What are you doing?" Handsome got more confused. "The Blue Feather Sect wants to trap me, but it also needs to prevent people from discovering this. Hence, the range covered by this formation must not be large, and the closer to the sky, the less likely the formation will exist. As long as the Eyes of Insight I released fly beyond the range of the formation, they can naturally help me see the range covered by the formation. Moreover, the Blue Feather Sect arranges the formation on Thousands Spirits Island. Thus, it's impossible to prepare additional m

And now, they were doing their best to stick on keeping their lives for their loved ones… for their packs. Alpha Liam howled his command. “Now!” Switching to his prominent hand, the left hand was now flailing to form an x-shaped pattern—the signal for the vic formation. The vic formation was a three-arrangement-formation that would form into a v with the leader at its apex. As he nodded at the southern alpha who got the highest authority among them in this territory, Alpha Dylan flew towards him, followed by the frowning Alpha Cameron. Before Alpha Liam maneuvered his griffin towards his comrades-in-arms, he scanned the chaotic scene around him. “Cameron!” Alpha Liam yelled to call his broth

Five beams of light suddenly rose into the air. Five Spiritools materialized around Violet, forming a formidable defensive formation that seemed to have sealed her off from the world around her. Logan had come prepared. “Five Elements Void Formation!" The formation resembled an impenetrable fortress, impervious even to a Chyropoeia Grade attack. An Earthly Celestial would need to relentlessly attack it for a whole day to break through. Logan had collected numerous Spiritools, merging the ones he no longer used into a formation that Violet now employed for her protection.

They were like sitting ducks, just ready for the plucking. Blake looked pissed. How could he have led them into an ambush? He should have listened to Jax and brought more men with him. There was no way that the ten of them could take on all of these wolves. Yes, they were amazing fighters, the best you could find, but they were greatly outnumbered. Connor’s men began closing in on Blake and his pack. Blake and his men turned their backs to one another and made a circle formation so that they couldn’t be surprised when attacked from any angle.

"As for this formation, it was set up by a total of forty-nine formation cores. Thus, only forty-nine stars are the key to breaching it!" "Senior Brother Lie Sha, you don't have to worry about anything. Once you enter, immediately attack the illusion of the seventh star in front of you." "After your attack, the rest of the formation core will shift again, but it will mainly rely on the pattern of the 49th formation core, so there won't be too much deviation... So, senior brother, after you take 49 steps to the left, shatter the seventh formation core on the front..."

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

The decapitation formation was specifically developed for situations where there are multiple opponents against a single one. Bluebird was definitely familiar with this formation. However, for Bluebird, who was alone, even though she knew this formation, she had no way to counter it! And the situation turned out exactly as they expected. Up ahead! After Bluebird avoided the first wave of bullets that rained down like a storm, her internal energy fluctuations caused her to momentarily pause. But it was during this brief instant that one of the snipers from the Bastion Squad seized the opportunity. Bang— A gunshot rang out, and a 12.7mm sniper bullet sliced through the air, heading straight to

Adrian waved his hand, signaling Taya to continue, undeterred by the price. Taya then led Adrian to the second floor, where they found a simpler counter. The formation flags and discs here were sparse and less ornate than those downstairs, giving off an ancient, unrefined vibe, suggesting they were based on older designs. “This formation is called the Spirit Locking Formation. It should meet your needs,” Taya said, pointing to a formation disc. “Spirit Locking Formation? What’s special about it?” Adrian asked, intrigued by the name.

The guys and I end up in Blake’s group. He leads us toward the sparring area closest to the tree line, which is mercifully still in the shade. The heat is already brutal, sweat clinging to my skin, my shirt sticking to my back. “Right,” Blake says, turning to face us. “We’re matching you up by rank. Each team will rotate through offence and defence.” His eyes scan the group slowly, deliberately, clearly categorising who he’s pairing against whom. Then he reaches back, grabs the bag slung over his shoulder, and pulls it off.