Novel & Cerita Future Card Buddyfight 100

Wendy announced in a clear voice as she stood on the fighting stage, “The matches will be drawn via lottery. We have a hundred cards, with numbers from one to fifty written on them. For every number, there will be a pair. The one who draws the same number as you do will be your opponent!” While Wendy was speaking, two workers carried trays over, with cards splayed over them. Fane simply picked a card with the number '21' written on it. It seemed that his opponent would be the person holding the other card with the number '21' on it. “All right. Has everybody gotten their number?”

I see a guy there so I quickly put on my mask and then went to him "Name and what you're doing here?" The guy asked "Butterfly and I think you know why I'm here," I said "O-of course, S-sorry I-I didn't know it was you Butterfly." He said stuttering "I'm glad to see my reputation prospered me," I said smirking "Go ahead tonight we have the best of the best here so you won't be bored," he said "Thanks," I said walking in I went and signed myself up for a fight. Underground fighting has two rules.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Clay passed the white-jade card to Leonard as he greedily spoke. “He must have gone mad when I snatched this from right under his nose. Poof! Five hundred points, gone, just like that for him. “Hmph! This card shows that the opponent was an Agility level fighter. Plus Zephyr is only a Strength level fighter, he was no match for the bandit. He would have died if you didn’t intervene,” said Leonard coldly. It was obvious he had no idea just how truly powerful Zephyr was.

Every round was at least ten thousand dollars. During the fifth round, the fifth street, Natalie's face-up cards were J, Q, 9, and 10. Jasper's were 10, 8, 2, and 3, while Frederick's were 8, 8, K and K. Stephen folded his cards during the second street, his cards were 8 and K. "Ten thousand dollars," Frederick said. Jasper folded his cards immediately. Natalie glanced at Jasper. Jasper also looked back at her, and his eyes were dark and deep.

It’s pretty hard to trust you. “I told his friends to taunt him more than usual about the bet. They didn’t give him breathing space about it. I know how much he values his reputation and with them constantly on his neck, he had to make sure he followed through with that bet. Plus, I told the stupid girl to fuck off. I personally sent her a video of Caden kissing me and informed her that we were back together. Now, she’s left the country and won’t pose a threat to Caden and I.” “I have Caden wrapped around my fingers. He’d never leave me.”

Another came from the side—he bent backward, flexible as a whip, dodging effortlessly. “Ha!” He caught a fist mid-air and fingers crushing bone. “You call that a punch?” The man’s grin widened. “So weak.” He removed the cigarette with two fingers and blew smoke straight into his attacker’s face—then drove a brutal kick into the man’s abdomen. The body flew. “Yahhh!” The man flicked the cigarette at another attacker rushing in from the side, then unleashed a storm of punches—fast, precise and merciless.

A staff member stood outside—dark blue vest with the event logo, headset on, notebook under his arm. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said politely, but with a clear sense of urgency. "Two registered fighters, the Italian Paolo Gerini and the Emirati Karim al-Fahim... have issued a challenge against Graves." Marcus's facial muscles twitched. "Now?" he asked. "Twenty minutes after a win?"

Mario asks excitedly, a wide smile spreading across his face. Max chuckles at Mario's enthusiasm. "Settle down, buddy, hehehe ...." He pauses before continuing, "John 'Banting' is looking for a sparring partner for an MMA fight, but well, you'd have to take a dive and let yourself get hit, it's a fixed match to boost John's profile."

"No. Not yet. First thing first, you need to ask one of us if we have a card." Still confused, JumpStart looks at QuickShot. "Do you, uh, have this card?" JumpStarts takes out a card and show it to QuickShot. "No," QuickShot answers. "Go fish. Also, that's called the Seven of Clubs, and you don't have to show it to me." "Okay," JumpStart says. He puts the card back in my hand and draws a new card from the deck. "Now what?" "Now it's SpeedBlade's turn," I say. I point to SpeedBlade. "SpeedBlade. Ask away."