Does Fighter D Get Stronger Novels & Stories

Some were even more seriously injured compared to Liam. Just like that, a few rounds of battles passed again. Even though they were fighting Liam together, they started to feel they were not as strong as they wished to be after dozens of rounds. Many of them got more and more injured, and their power gradually declined as well. Liam, on the other hand, seemed like he was getting stronger the more he fought. His fighting spirit was getting more and more intense. All of them were stunned by Liam's intense fighting power. Meanwhile, they all understood that if they did not take Liam out soon, they might very well be the ones to die that day.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my black field way and tried to keep my eyes only focused on Mrs Fudgison’s heavily caked face and glittering red lips. “The D levels have a considerable amount of strength but nothing an average human can't handle. You score three points per hit and three points for clean kills. The C level are tougher, about the strength of a muscled human and the ferocity of a wild animal. They will attack you just as much as you attack them and it is expected you will not win unscathed. You score five points per kill and extra four points for clean hits.”

Dick was a Tier-3 master fighter, and Zayn had been guiding him in his training recently. He had yet to advance to the next tier, but he had grown much stronger. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was at the peak of Tier-3 and was only one step away from becoming a Tier-4 master fighter.

“Not bad!” Fane looked at his fist indifferently. He seemed to be quite satisfied with his current strength. When he was at the fourth-grade ultimate god level, he was able to kill a seventh-grade fighter, and at that time, his combat prowess was comparable to an eighth-grade ultimate god level fighter! Now he had increased his martial level by three threes at once, and he was able to overpower a ninth-grade fighter. This made Fane felt that perhaps, he might be able to fight against a first-grade soul-penetrating level fighter as well.

I took the time to regain my momentum and massage my face. He got back up and soon, the sound of our fists connecting with each other's flesh filled the air. I could hear the occasional cheers of Ken's descendants blending with the relenting encouragement of my guards. Ken seemed to have gotten a whole lot stronger. I thought I was the best fighter in the pack. He's probably been training secretly for this. His strikes were harder and less predictable. He was once my Beta after all and I trained him so I should be able to beat him. Ken's unyielding strikes were starting to sting and it was taking more time for me to get back on my feet.

His change in demeanor surprised me, but I boarded their vehicle and we moved towards our destination. Felixe introduced me to his team. “Meet Carl Duncan, the leader of my army. He has served as Beta to the most powerful pack in North America, the Everridge Guardians. Carl’s unbeaten so far, and I am indebted to him for agreeing to help me with my mission.” I smiled at him, realizing where I had seen him. He was in the news for gaining victory on a very important mission. We shook hands, and he introduced the rest of the team.

She kept mulling over the entire battle one by one. 'What an interesting man!' 'And he also thinks he can learn my family's technique: Hollow Strike in just 40 matches. I am not sure if he really is some Veteran. He might not be as strong, but he seems pretty experienced.' 'Most of our generation's strength comes from gaining saturation points from the glitch, but he seems different. His strength is more fundamental than oppressive.' She mumbled, "Just as master Bakshi says, this world is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons."

Didn’t cut me open just to see if I’d bleed truth. When I held Laura, I saw Thea’s silhouette against the kitchen light. When I fucked Laura, I remembered the way Thea demanded to be on top, eyes locked on mine like a dare, like a claim. They were two different worlds. And it took me three goddamn years to figure out which one I could survive in. So when Austin Fletcher ran his mouth about me rigging the fight, claiming I couldn’t have won clean, I knew it would escalate. And it did. The press got wind of it. Words turned to fists. Fists turned into charges.

"If we're breaking through, we hit the front line and make a run for the woods behind the house." "Since when does Blackfist run from a fight?" Peter smirked, spinning his folding knife in his hand. "Starting now!" Bastian shouted. Bastian kicked what was left of the old wooden door, shattering it into pieces, then charged outside, only to be met by two crowbars swinging straight at him. With the deadly reflexes he'd honed in underground boxing rings, Bastian ducked beneath the iron swings. In one swift motion, he drove a vicious uppercut into the first thug's jaw. The man was launched backward and crashed to the ground.

It seemed that the more serious his injuries were, the more powerful his strength and endurance would be. If this continued, Fang Zhan would not even think that he was a match for Samuel, because his physical strength was being continuously consumed. Each time he threw a punch, the strength of his fist would become weaker and weaker, but Samuel’s fist would become fiercer and fiercer. He had to find an opportunity to kill Samuel. If this dragged on, not only would Fang Zhan not be able to kill Samuel, but he would also put himself in danger. Just then, a cold light flashed across Fang Zhan's palm.