Fight Class 3 Chapter 111 Novels & Stories

He let me go, and I stumbled before I could stand upright. He threw a water bottle at me and stormed out of the room. I rinsed my mouth and gulped down the water, before running after Callum to catch up to him. I guess he was right- it was either kill or get killed. And right now me dying would not do anyone any good. ****************************************************************************

He soliloquized while slowly clenching his fists. ************************************************** Alexis’s nerve-wrecking fight didn’t interrupt the day-to-day activities, as more gladiator fights raged on. On the 3rd day after her fight, Captain Vladimir of the Spartan fleet finally completed his last fight. He demolished his opponent after about 30 minutes of fighting back and forth. In the 2nd rank high-grade warrior’s category. After Alexis’s fight, the next main highlight of the week was the fight between Yue Fei and the Scavenger.

Chapter 41 – Redemption The morning sunlight spilled through the cracked curtains, illuminating a house heavy with tension but charged with tentative hope. It was a fragile moment, where broken walls and bruised hearts might finally start to heal—or collapse entirely. Mathapelo’s Fight Mathapelo lay in bed, exhausted but resolute. The pain in her body was a constant reminder of Kate’s witchcraft, yet her spirit refused to yield. Each small movement, each breath she took unaided, was a victory.

And a witness everyone wanted dead. --- The next battle was approaching. And this time... The enemy would not remain hidden much longer. End of Chapter 29 Next Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30: RAEL'S ARRIVAL MIRA'S POV The words hit me like a physical blow when Elric said them. "You have to fight Rael." I stared at him standing in the doorway of my room, his face carved from stone. Behind him I could see Joseph and Elara hovering in the hallway like they were afraid to come closer. "What do you mean I have to fight Rael?" My voice came out steadier than I felt. "The third test." Elric stepped inside and closed the door. "The Council's announced it. You fight three Ashback warriors without killing them. Beta Marcus, some warrior named Sera and—"

The betrayal was like a physical blow, and my stomach twisted in disbelief. Alexander’s eyes flared with deadly fury. “You,” he growled, voice low and controlled. “You will regret this.” The intruder smirked, confident, thinking they had outmaneuvered him. They had no idea. --- Climactic Confrontation The fight erupted with violent precision. Alexander moved like a storm, every strike calculated, every maneuver deadly. Blood, sweat, and anger mixed as he dismantled the traitor’s attempt with ruthless efficiency. I clung to the wall, heart racing, terrified yet mesmerized by the raw intensity of his power.

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

she replied, voice steady but edged with fire. The battle escalated into a fierce confrontation. Each strike, each dodge, each movement between Amara and Milo was a test of skill and willpower. Luca intercepted Milo’s men with precision, creating openings and neutralizing threats. The warehouse became a chaotic battlefield, but Amara’s focus never wavered. Hours passed, each second stretching into an eternity of violence and strategy. By dawn, the warehouse lay in ruins. The faction was dismantled, Milo’s schemes fragmented, and the Varelas emerged victorious, though bloodied and exhausted.

We fought to exist. Three of our defenders I recognized by scent and breath had turned the fight into something unholy. They ripped bodies apart. I saw Lucas, drenched in blood from head to heel. None of it was his. When I got to their assistant general, he tried to shift. I snapped his neck with my teeth and charged again.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”