Future Card Buddyfight 100 Novels & Stories

"Well, it's quite important." Frank waved him off and pointed at a board raised in the middle of the crowd, listing the bets for the fight. "What is that?" Jaden almost hit Frank for his digression, while the emcee explained patiently, "That's the odds for this fight. At the moment, the odds are lowest for Jaden defeating you in ten blows, so most bets are placed on that…" "Fuck!" Below stage, Troy was already cursing at Frank for dragging his feet, spitting in rage, "What is he doing?! Is he dragging this out on purpose?!"

Duh. ************* “There’s absolutely no way you can get out of this one so just do it, the card says so.” A guy sitting beside Dylan said to another guy who had a card in his hand, staring at it. “I have an option, I can drink If I don’t wanna do what the card says.” The guy argued, twisting the card in his hands as he took another look at it. “That makes the whole game boring, you shouldn’t have decided to play if you weren’t ready to do what the card says”

We are going to be passed out on the lawn by the end of the night except for Fox. I and Ransom are the first ones to have active cards but so do Angel and Shadow, meaning our cards match. Unfortunately for Ran and I, we have to drink longer seeing as how I have the 10 of spades and Ransom has the ten of clubs while Angel has the 3 of hearts and Shadow has the 3 of diamonds.

She stood there, breathing hard, hardly believing what she had just done then she found his gaze, he was already looking at her. He mouthed silently. “You did it.” Her throat squeezed as burned in her eyes and she looked down at her trembling fingers. She had actually done it. They took a brief break and finally, it was the last fight for the tournament. The four finalists faced themselves for the duo challenge. "Final match of round two!" Master Arcade announced. "This will be a duo fight. Damon Creed and Sage Storm versus Tyler Barrett and Big Joe Morrison!"

Except the guys smell of rotten rouge. Buddy guy starts walking up to me with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t look slightly scared walking straight up to me as if I’m not even capable of fighting with him. As soon as he gets close enough I quickly drop a series of small jabs to his abdomen, causing him to lose the air in his lungs. Without wasting a second I jump kicked him right in the face causing him to fall hard to the ground. Blood spurts out of his nose and mouth “You little bitch!” He yells at me, spitting angrily.

Meanwhile I look around, trying to figure out who the other fighters might be. “There is nothing but roughnecks, farm boys and fishers in this bunch”. Twigs huffs, as he returns. “They are only paying two-fifty for a fight and the max is two hundred. This is ridiculous”. He makes a motion towards the bookie. “He couldn’t tell me who is fighting … something about; ‘whoever feels like it’. If we are lucky we Can leave with like three grand. It’s not worth the trip. You want to just leave ?”

Gu Yihai's face changed, alarmed. "What's wrong?" Qu Yan and others couldn't help but look at Gu Yihai. Only he knew gambling best among these people. Gu Yihai takes Gu Li's arm, "your friend's hand 10, J, Q, K, In Wigo's hands are three A's, Hearts 9, On the current card alone, Wigo's full house has won your friend. Now your friend will win only with Hearts A. But the casino is in Wigo's hands, and the last Hearts A must be in his hands. His card must be a bomb. You'll take your friend away. Uncle can't afford you... "

The follower beside him said impatiently, “Boss, let’s stop the nonsense and just kill him.” Lame Fred turned his head, glared at him, and said, “Brainless fool! Haven’t you heard that this kid has a card with a balance of 100 billion?! If we can get our hands on it, we won’t have to fight and kill for the rest of our lives!”

Yet, Thomas confidently said, “We will win this round. We will follow no matter how much money you want to bet.” “Haha! You're quite arrogant.” Thomas said, “After all, we’re cousins. We don’t need to fight like we’re rivals. Why don’t we do this? Each of us bets $10,000,000, and we’ll just open our cards. How’s that?” Ten million dollars? Was this not called fighting like rivals? If Emma lost, how could she pay back $10,000,000? While she was puzzled, Thomas answered, “No problem, we bet $10,000,000. Open the cards.”

"Then what are you asking." He pulled a card from his back pocket, a plain black card with a single number printed on it, no name, no address, nothing else. He set it on the edge of the bench between them. "If you ever want a real rematch. Not for money. Not for a bet. Just to see who's actually faster. No surprises. Clean. Call me." She studied the card. She didn't pick it up. "And if I don't call?" "Then I'll know you're scared."