I Expected A Battle Of Wits Novels & Stories

James looked at me and flattered me, “Master, you are too awesome. Why don’t you play Skill Battlefield for me and I cook for you.” I looked at him. “Is your cooking edible?” “Yes. Edible.” He nodded several times. At the beginning of the third round, I stepped on my sword and rushed to the center of the battlefield This time, unlike the previous round, Iceheart and Astrologist didn’t idle. They were present. Originally, fighting the Phantasm was exhausting enough. Now the Astrologist and the Iceheart had come, winning was even more demanding. More importantly, as soon as enemies arrived, I was pestered by the Astrologist and the Iceheart. The Phantasm killed my teammates quickly.

“I do.” I rolled my eyes in response. “I have power, Ava,” she continued smoothly. “Not just because of my wealth, but because I understand the game. I understand that in life, the smartest people aren’t the ones who fight every battle—they’re the ones who pick the battles that will bring them the greatest victory.” She tilted her head. “And right now, my dear, you’re fighting a battle you cannot win.” I clenched my fists. “You don’t know that.”

If there was still hope in the first fight, then the outcome of the battle was clear. Ava was also disappointed and had an impulse to get up and leave. She had thought that the old guy of the Washington Family would have some powerful trump card, but now it seemed that he was asking for humiliation. She even suspected that the two sides had deliberately put on a show. The so-called big show was just to fish for people's appetite. Then, after the battle between them, which helped to make a name for Herbert, he would be invincible,

" For a fake guard, I didn't expect you to actually have the capacity to challenge my judgment. " " Does this mean I win?" " No! It just means I made the mistake of underestimating you. A mistake I won't repeat soon!" " And that's the first of many mistakes you'll be making. I can be sure of that. " " You're on! You may have won the battle but not the war!" " I won the battle!! Yess! I'm smarter than you!" I yelled with both my hands raised up and ran off to the back of the wagon.

The labyrinth’s pulse intensified, walls twisting, spikes launching from every angle. I realized, with a jolt, that this wasn’t just a battle for our lives it was a war of wits, strategy, and sheer courage against a mastermind who knew every move we could make. And the fall… was unavoidable.

“Why do you think so?” “You went to the bar for a drink, your wallet and phone went missing. Facing embarrassment when you could not pay because your wallet was missing, he stepped in to pay for you. Then he supposedly searched around, spotted a guy with your things you recognized immediately,he chased down the thief, got everything back, but lost the guy. You brought him home to thank him by cooking, and just like that, you believe it’s fate? What if he’s not your knight in shining armor? What if the whole thing was staged to reel you in?”

"Wow, I guess Bettany successfully brainwashed you... Let's not talk about this anymore, how about we play a game?" Zion took out his phone. "However, Wisdom said gloomily, ""I don't want to play the games that you developed as I can never beat you...""" I'm not in the mood to develop games lately. Let's play Mobile Legends. "Then, Wisdom let out a sigh of relief after hearing Zion's words." "He knew that Zion wasn't in a good mood, so it would be best for him to comfort Zion now." "So, the two brats took out their phones and started playing."

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

Jumping on him I went for his neck. His eyes were ice blue with rage as the realisation he was going to be beaten dawned. I’ve never killed anyone before I couldn’t afford to hesitate, I went for the kill, my jaws widening ready to tear into him when I was thrown from my position. Wicknace had charged me, scattering me across the cobbles.

He stumbled, losing his balance, and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the air momentarily filled with the sound of his surprise. He looked up at me in shock as he gasped for air. All arrogance that was once in his face vanished into thin air like a popped bubble. “In battle, mere skills and brute strength simply won't suffice,” I declared, leaning closer to him, my gaze piercing as I spoke. “In a real battle, one must master the art of reading their opponent, anticipating their every move, and outsmarting them at every turn. Grasp that lesson, and you’ll find yourself far better equipped to handle the chaos of the battlefield.”