Is Oliver Stronger Than Invincible Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in shock when I saw Oliver carry Oliver into the air as if he weighed nothing at all, even if they have the same build. Our classmates gasped, especially the girls, and I could tell how much they admired Oliver's strength, and I suddenly felt proud for the first time that Oliver noticed me; he tried to protect me by shielding me with his muscular frame the moment Declan continued to throw punches. And I lost count of how many times he hit Oliver's face, and I could see the cut on his face, yet he looked so hot when he carried Declan with one arm, and I realized how strong he could be.

“I’m not a porcelain doll—I’m stronger now. I can handle it!” “She’s right, man,” Oliver chimes from the couch, his voice raspy but composed. He was half-wrapped in a blanket, the color still not fully returned to his cheeks. His condition had slowed him, but his eyes were sharper than ever. “Much as I hate to admit it, her abilities are exactly what we’ll need out there.” “Exactly,” I nod, throwing a pointed look at Adrian, who looks two seconds away from blowing a fuse. “Yeah, cousin,” Phil adds, walking in like she owns the entire living room, her heels clacking against the tiles. She places a coffee mug in front of Oliver and casually plops onto the armrest. **“She’s not just the ace—she

Oliver picked up on them quickly enough, putting on a determined expression as he said, "That's right, I did ally with you. But you captured the woman I love, and I can't stand for that. The alliance is over." "Very well." Grunt smirked. "I guess I thought too highly of you. Anyway, do you think you can beat me with just a few thousand men?" Oliver did not spare another second before he sent a wave of energy that burst from his body. He roared, "Bring it on!" He raised his hand, prepared to order the Black Tortoise warriors around him to attack. The thousands of Black Tortoise warriors channeled their auras, constricting through the atmosphere in the cave.

“ Alright. Get in your cars. We will be back to our office“ With the things that happened, they thought it Oliver would want to take a rest. But to their surprise, just like a robot, he walks straight to the car where it was from awhile ago. It was Herald who suggested to drive them. Even if he did a good combat and wiping those people that was on the ground floor up to the floor where Oliver was. With his brute force, one can say that even he can't be on par with how strong Carlos is. They were just so lucky that Oliver had that kind of gadget with him. 'Let me drive'

“Except, you could actually take me.” “Perhaps,” Aunt Aurelias shrugged, wiping her palms against her pants and looking up at me. “Probably not. You’ve grown so much Oliver.” Pride filled her eyes and my chest clenched a bit. “Doubtful I can afford to not get stronger.” Her eyes softened and she grasped my hand, her hold soft yet firm. “You are strong Oliver,” her gaze met mine. “A flame large enough to hold its own, to burn and consume. And I hope you see the good I see in you. The greatness you are yet to achieve”

Oliver ordered his disciples and also charged at the figure. “Tempest Claw!” Oliver did not show any weakness and struck out with his right hand. With every step forward, his mighty true energy surged. When it clashed with the opponent’s finger technique, it had already become powerful and ruthless, leaving no room for escape. Boom... The collision of true vitality was evenly matched. The figure wavered, spun two rounds, and landed steadily on the ground. Oliver snorted and also took two steps back before straightening, his gaze turning icy.

Wilcox said, leaving them in suspense. After several hundred clashes, Olivia and Odin separated, returning to their human forms. "If that's all you've got, you won't be able to beat me, Olivia. Show me what you've really got so that I can see your best," Odin said confidently. After exchanging blows, he believed he had gauged Olivia's strength. He was ready to finish the match with his own trump card. "Odin, that's exactly what I wanted to say to you. Use your best move, or you won't get the chance to win," Olivia responded without backing down, her words leaving everyone stunned.

Oliver said. A chill rose from the depths of Natalie's heart. Within the confined space, the light from the overhead incandescent lamp cast shadows on Oliver's features, making him seem distant and intimidating. He could control her like a plaything, molding and squeezing her at will, while she had no practical means of resistance. She could use methods against the Watson family members, against those greedy colleagues outside, but when facing Oliver, she was powerless. Not only because of the great disparity in their abilities, but also because he had no weakness.

She did not expect Olivia had such powerful combat strength. Elijah and Eber glanced at each other, surprised by how capable the quiet girl was.

And he was winning. Even through the chaos, it became clear that Olivine was stronger, faster, sharper. His strikes landed with surgical brutality, each one driving the stranger back, stripping away his bravado. The intruder’s attacks grew sloppy, desperate. His snarls turned ragged, his swings reckless as realization dawned that he was losing. Then Olivine struck with crushing force.