Is Percival Stronger Than Meliodas Novels & Stories

Eventually, Windfall stopped pushing altogether, focusing solely on increasing the metal ball's size. Victor pushed the metal ball forward by himself and crushed everything in his path without feeling any strain. From this, it was clear that Victor, with his 5,000 combat power, surpassed Windfall in raw strength, and Victor hadn't even used his thrusters yet. If the thrusters' propulsion force was factored in, Victor's strength would be even greater. "Hold on, Windfall, stop!" Victor suddenly grabbed Windfall's tail, making Windfall stumble. "What's wrong, boss?" Windfall looked at Victor, confused.

Although she was not his biological daughter, the Sect Master treated her like one of his own. Even when Melody's strength was at its lowest in The Nine Continents, she was still outstanding. She was shocked that she had failed to defeat an unknown cultivator after she fired her masterstroke. She did not know that Darryl had not completely released his energy. If he had, she would have already been defeated. Darryl regained his footing in the air while keeping an eye on Melody. "Melody, no matter how we fight, it's hard to determine the winner. Let's just stop.”

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

Jon shouts in laughter. “You aren’t f!cking around with us girl. You shouldn’t even dare try fight us because it won’t end in a good way. I have your head, pretty or not.” Rowan is now stood fuming and shouting in front of me. I haven’t even had to look up to block either of their attacks. Every minute they let me recover, I am getting stronger. Healing by the second regaining my confidence I once had.

I said I'd even the score. I wiped my tears forcefully using the back of my hand. Cadmus truly brings out the worst in me, and Percy brings out this part of me that I want to keep hidden. "You're too focused on seeing Cadmus hit the ground. That's why you're being reckless. That's why I think this is enough. Percival's company is expanding year after year. He's doing the impossible month after month. Just so he could please you. What else do you want?"

The mother I'd been learning to trust, the woman who'd held my babies with such gentleness, flickers in her eyes. Then it's gone. "I'm sorry," Perla whispers. "I'm so sorry, Yara. But I need him more than you need to live." Everything happens at once. Ares lunges forward, shifting mid-movement into his Lycan form—massive, terrifying. I've seen him fight before, seen him tear through enemies like paper, but I've never seen him move this fast. Perla doesn't even flinch. She raises one hand, palm out, and Ares slams into an invisible barrier so hard the entire temple shakes. Stone cracks beneath his claws as he's thrown backward, crashing into one of the ancient pillars.

Just one, and he'd be loose. Maximus didn’t hesitate. He launched himself into the room and slammed Percival—well, X, as most of us called him—back onto the bed with a force that shook the frame. Percival roared, trying to throw him off, but it was pointless. Maximus had him pinned like it was nothing. He was older, stronger, and had been through this kind of battle before. This wasn’t just strength—it was experience, and that made all the difference.

Edeline Percival's wolf was quick to react, standing tall as his brother struggled to rise. Claws dug into flesh, spittle dripped from his muzzle, and teeth snapped with fierce determination. My breath hitched—this was no ordinary fight. Percival, the firstborn alpha son, was proving too strong for Darius. This would easily be one of the most intense wolf fights ever witnessed, if it were real.

Just as his thoughts were wandering off, the scene switched to their fight with Melissa, Favela, and Orinda. { It was a fierce fight with Melissa clearly at a huge disadvantage, both beasts were in a rage, Orinda for his mother’s death and just a huge grudge against Melissa fucking up his moment with his beloved master after so long, and Favela with unknown intentions and feelings other than his rage. In the first place, Melissa couldn’t hold a candle to Favela talking more of an addition of Orinda whose strength was just as strong as Favela in his 55% output of power.

With all of these in mind, I would just be asking for death. Felix was stumped. Milo could be very smart when she kept her cool. "It would be far more logical for me to admit defeat and let you keep your strength. I want you to beat that bastard to a pulp on my behalf." Milo's expression turned bitter after she turned around. Milo's elder was right when he said that Lone Paragon would draw out numerous inhumanly formidable warriors with unimaginable powers. She wondered if her elder expected there to be two Boneforging Realm martial artists this time.