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“No.” She gave him a sad smile. “No, I really don’t. Especially physically strong men – in my experience, they just use all that size and strength to hurt people smaller and weaker than them.” He sighed, suddenly seeing her innate and automatic reaction to him with different eyes. “I can understand why you’d think that.” She peered up at him, suddenly aware of what she'd just said. “Wait, Adam. I don’t mean you or Nick. I’m not implying that you guys would ever hurt me, or Mia, or anyone who wasn’t standing there in the ring, fighting you by choice.”

He nodded back just as he stepped out into the circle again and announced both myself and my opposition. A scrawny guy by the name of Isaac, stood out from the crowd, dressed with various protectors around his knuckles and knees, hoping that it would somewhat save his body parts from the pain I'd manage to put him in. I pulled my phone from my pocket and momentarily searched the empty lock screen for a message from a certain female, yet I was left disappointed again when I handed the phone to Harvey. I'd managed to channel the frustration of what I'd put Savannah through into the fight, unfortunately hurting Isaac a little more than I intended, despite his very decent yet struggled handshake

I survived death at such a young age and grew up to be strong and almost invincible. I can battle this out with whoever is trying to pull me down. I do not fear death at all. However, I am not vile enough to drag innocent people down with me. That is why I will have to unravel this soon and draft effective countermeasures. Granted, I am no magician, nor do I have any shore powers. But what I have is enough to take down hundreds, if not thousands of people. I not bragging but I am deadly with my fists. Those who know me in the fighting arenas, call me the lethal weapon.

he yelled. My dad is a detective for the State police, been doing it for years. He’s also an MMA fighter and has the belts to prove it. I look at myself in the mirror and take my thick long hair and put it in a tight bun, the last time I left my hair down my dad used it against me. My mocha chocolate skin and hazel eyes shone against the bright sky lights of my bathroom. As my dad and I stood facing each other in the game room, he attacked me with a barrage of jabs and kicks. This time not only was I pissed, but I was also good and ready. I blocked and deflected each one and put him on his ass with a roundhouse to his chest. He recovered quickly and grabbed me around the waist trying to thro

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

I needed to know why he was acting like this. “They finished the chant, Robin. Like I said, they’re Invokers. They call on spirits from the dead to fight their battles. Every hit they land is equivalent to about a hundred souls. You won’t survive it if even two hits land on you, so we need to leave.” My eyes widened. I never knew people like this existed. How were we supposed to get out of here now? I didn’t even finish the thought before I felt something aimed at us. Before I could register what it was, Damon shoved me aside just as a massive surge of energy passed between us and slammed into a nearby tree, completely shattering it.

I couldn’t wait for a report that might never come. I ducked behind a stack of wooden pallets, my breath hitching as I watched the scene unfold. It was a blood bath. Ivan was moving like a force of nature, he was taking hits. Firstly a pipe to the ribs, a graze to the thighs, but he was winning. He fought desperately, with an animal-like ferocity and it made my stomach churn, yet I could not look away. He was reclaiming his empire one punch and gunshot at a time.

All he wanted to do at the moment was kill Lord Barbenheim. He threw yet another powerful and heavy punch at Lord Barbenheim. It stirred up such a strong and fierce wind that the furniture around Lord Barbenheim shattered. But Lord Barbenheim also released the aura of a powerful fighter in the face of a powerful enemy. It was not any weaker than Ivan’s. In fact, it was much stronger. Lord Barbenheim was also a sovereign grade fighter! He was invincible on the battlefield and had won all the battles he had fought in. He would not have been able to do that if he was not strong.

I wanted to end his life for everything he’s done so far, he can’t remain alive to even see Aurora’s reflection in the mirror or her shadows in the night. I leapt forward, my fists flying. He blocked my blows but I was relentless. I threw punch after punch, feeling the satisfaction of the impact as I connected. He fought back, at least tried to, he forgot I am the strongest, I'm invincible. He couldn’t land not even a single punch on me, the fight raged on, neither of us yielding, though it was one sided. I was determined to come out the victor and I threw everything I had to watch him beg for mercy and while I was thinking he managed to blow a punch hitting my forehead, I felt blood drippin

“You want to fight? After yesterday?” “I’m better equipped,” He said, already in a fighting stance. “You can do anything. I can take it all.” “Yeah, I highly doubt that,” I answered. “You’re only human.” “Well, for right now, I am superhuman,” He says. I have to admit, I am intrigued. “For the next thirty minutes, I am practically invincible.” “I’m not fighting you.”