Future Card Buddyfight 100 Novels & Stories

[All Stars Trainee Profile Alias: Lavender Rankings: #98>>#27 Suits: Club & Heart Status: Unpaired Incoming Switch Contest Falcon would like to exchange 'Club' with your 'Spade' Exchange Result: Lavender (Club & Spade >> Club & Club) Falcon (Diamond & Club >> Diamond & Spade) (Accept the exchange) (Decline and proceed to Battle) 21 seconds left before the exchange is accepted automatically] Since Ravyn has already used her only 'Switch Contest' quota, if she accepts the exchange to avoid the fight and ends up with 2 clubs, she won't be able to make a pair with any other trainee to form 4 distinct suits. Ravyn picked up a fruit juice glass from the nearby table and threw it into Falcon. She q

It was at that moment that Hercules took out the cards with the numbers of the students he had registered and shared it to them. “164.” Freya muttered before sticking the card into her pocket. “I'm 162. Not that you care.” Marinette, who was beside her, said, slipping it into her pocket as well. Freya was about to say something when the TV placed in the tent switched on with the live broadcast of what was happening outside. The referee for the combat was none other than Lain Bennett. “Isn't it an insult to a beta to be a referee in a combat tournament? What happened to the gammas?” Freya didn't know when she mused.

Just as the fully armed security guards surged forward, Frederick slowly pulled out the Black Dragon Card from his pocket. "Do you want to have a look at my card?" Bob looked at Frederick in confusion. How would a man dressed head to toe in cheap clothing have any kind of card? Wade laughed his head off when he saw the card in Frederick's hand. "The Sky Garden only has two kinds of cards: Gold and Platinum. Where did you get this cheap black card? Who are you trying to fool?" Bob had been prepared to ignore it, but he jumped in shock when he heard that it was a black card.

I asked. “To the back, where they get loaded up to move locations or where they hold them.” Damian asked. “Security?” “I think just one guard and cameras.” Damian was looking at me. “I have an idea. You’re going to have to trust me.” I said, looking up at him. He wanted to say something, but the announcer stopped him. “Ladies and Gentlemen! It’s that time, bets are now closed and the first event is starting! First fight is between #513 and #943.” The crowd cheered as I looked over and saw that Calvin’s number was 513.

I only said. I stared at the card Adam gave me. I didn't pay attention to this when he gave me this card. I only get to see his full name right now. Adam Alexander Sullivan IV. Even his name sounds so rich. Is this a risk I should take? Is this even a risk? Yes, it is. I can't imagine the first time we met. I actually made out with a multi-millionaire. And now I'll be applying as his secretary?

No one challenges yet. Bald guy laughs. “Two grand.” Quiet guy doesn’t blink. Pulls out another stack. “Five.” Gasps. Whistles. A new player—tall, tattoos creeping up his neck—steps up. “Six.” Quiet guy smiles. Small. Dangerous. “Ten.” Silence. Bald guy curses under his breath, steps back. Tattoo guy shakes his head, raises his hands. “Ten it is,” DJ calls. “Diamond’s off the floor, gentlemen. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

God of fight, “In this word, the Boss only comes out only once a month. We have to get it. Otherwise, we will have to wait until next week. However, I’m sure that with Lucifer here, we will be able to take down the Boss!” Dreamer, “Lucifer, I heard that you had a spend is 500 plus, comparable to Queen back then. When are we going to compete against each other?” Lucifer, “I think my hand speed should be faster than the Queen back then!” I didn’t lie. A few years ago, my game ID was called Queen. At that time, my hand spin was 500+. However, I have also been playing games for some time now. I had recently measured my hand speed again, and it should be able to reach 600+.

The little shit that he was. "Two million five hundred thousand" he raised his card. "Three million" I raise my own card. "Three million five hundred thousand" he raised against me. "Four million" I raised my board wanting to rip him to shreds but keeping my cool. "Four million five hundred thousand" He raised. "Ten million" I raised my card and he raised his too. "Ten million, one hundred thousand"

My breath comes out shaky. I force myself to glance at the phone in my hand. The site looks like it was built in the shadows—dark background, bold red names, icons flashing like they’re breathing. The two fighters are listed with codenames: Red Reaper and Goliath. Beneath their names, odds glow in bright numbers—Red Reaper: -180, Goliath: +220. The slimmer man, Reaper, has better odds. A favorite. Fast. Deadly. And it’s the bulkier one, Goliath—who looks like he could crush a skull with one swing—that is surprisingly the underdog. Next to their names, there’s a pulsing red button that says PLACE BET—$100,000.

I laughed as he posed for me, "How's it look?" I nodded, "Better, but you might want to just wash the shirt when you get home." He shrugged, stepping in between my legs. "I figured. So, what time is your practice today?" "We actually don't have practice today, something about the coach's daughter's birthday or something." He placed a hand on both sides of me, "Oh, but don't you have a game this Friday?" I nodded, "And you have a game on Thursday." He gently caressed my thighs, "Yeah, do you think you're coming to my game?"