Could Whitebeard Beat Kaido Novels & Stories

Then Kaid charged in with a thunderous roar. He was a monster in the best way—towering, covered in silver fur, fangs exposed, claws like swords. He slammed both fists into the ground, sending tremors through the forest. Kira staggered but raised both hands—and suddenly Kaid was yanked into the air and thrown against a boulder. CRASH! The ground shook. “KAID!” I shouted—but Caleb was already on her. He was smaller than Kaid but quicker—feral, efficient. He dodged her next blast, darted in close, and raked her shoulder with his claws.

The white-robed man looked down on warriors from third-grade worlds. Even if that warrior was skilled, the white-robed man would still look down on him. He felt like warriors from third-grade worlds were all beneath him. Working with the bald man was a forced option. Even two of them together might not be able to beat the Flaming Rhino. They needed help from a third person to kill the beast. Furthermore, the white-robed man planned on dealing with the bald man before dealing with the black-masked man as well. Even though they were both from second-grade worlds, it meant nothing in front of profit.

Kael didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at me with those black-storm eyes that weren’t his anymore. And then— Slow as death— He let go of my hand. The blade burned. My knees buckled. And I didn’t know if that was mercy— Or the prelude to ruin. Then Kael turned— And struck. The Warlord barely got his blade up before Kael’s power hit him like a tidal wave, black fire and golden ruin smashing into steel with a sound that split the dark like a scream.

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

“But you agreed to fight with him. I am scared. What if he kills you in this fight? What if you don't win? You know he just awakened from the dead and his powers are much stronger right now. He hasn't used his powers in any way for the past few years. How are you going to cope? I told you not to agree to this fight. I kept on signaling to you not to agree to his stupid talks. But then you went ahead to agree to him.” “I know you did this because of me. I know you did this because you wanted to protect me. But still, you shouldn't have accepted this fight. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to die in this fight.” “I can't die. Nothing will happen to me. Nothing is going to happen. I'm

Thankfully, the absence of light had added to its camouflage. Kaiden's situation had improved, and he no longer had to hold on to me for support. The wounds on his chest had started healing already, and no longer bled. It soothed my fears, because I had started to think that they wouldn't heal on their own. Now by the car, and away from imminent danger, I asked the question that had been bugging me. “What happened in the fight?” Kaiden shrugged. “I fatally wounded him, but the Council intervened before I could strike the killing blow. Told me that it wasn't necessary to kill him when it was evident that I had won.” He scoffed. “Like they would have cared if the roles were reversed.”

She parried a high blow, pivoted low to slash at his thigh, but he spun with surprising speed, driving his shoulder into her ribs and sending her sprawling. Pain exploded in her side. Her sword skittered out of reach. The wolf loomed over her, lips peeled back in a cruel snarl. Kaidon was a blur of motion. He slammed into the wolf’s side with enough force to crack bone, claws sinking into flesh, dragging the attacker off her before the killing blow could fall. His growl was primal, the sound rattling through Aria’s bones as he tore the wolf down. “You always find trouble,” Kaidon snapped, offering his hand.

“Can I speak to him…alone?” “Why are you taking permission from him?” Max said with a disgusted look. I turned back to Kai. “Yes,” he said. “After we fight,” he growled, still looking at Max. My heart began to race. Kai was a white breed. They were faster. Stronger. Max didn’t stand a chance. “Wait I have to speak to —” “No, Vanessa,” Max stopped me. “We fight now,” he snarled. I watched in stunned silence as Kai and Max dropped to their knees. Bones cracked, bodies twisted, and within seconds fur burst through skin. I gasped at the sight.

I saw the red bleeding into his irises. I didn’t stop him. "You’ll be begging for death when I’m through with you," Kaiden said, voice calm in that terrifying way. Kael laughed. "Fight me one-on-one. If you’re not cowards." I stepped forward. "You don’t get to talk to my brother that way. You lay a finger on him, and you’ll lose your fucking arm." Kael crouched, bones cracking as he shifted. His wolf burst forth, frothing, snarling, full of false confidence.

However, he finally broke his silence and said in a low voice, “Charlie, I’m sure people like Homer would have some martial artists around him. I’m afraid that these few ninjas may not be his opponent.” Charlie agreed, “Indeed, that’s a possibility.” Then, Charlie turned to Kazuo and said, “You don’t have to worry. If he does have some martial artists with him, I’ll take care of them for you.” Kazuo had no choice but to steel himself. Therefore, he bit the bullet and took his only chance at survival. “Understood, Master Wade! We are at your command!”