Novel & Cerita Marco Vs Kizaru

“Marvel or DC?” I look to my left. A kid around my age, chubby, glasses, short hair. “What?” I responded. He points at my Spider-man comic. “I think DC has better characters and tells better stories.” He says. I stay quiet and just stare at him. “You don’t talk much do you?” I take a moment to say something. “I’m more of a Marvel fan. Mostly because of Spider-man. He’s cool.” I say. “He is cool. Okay next question. Who would win in a race, Flash or Quicksilver?”

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Even if the opponent had given up, Marco would pretend not to hear and kill the opponent. Therefore, under the platform, everyone hated Marco. It happened that due to a shortage of participants, the enemy he faced in the last battle was merely a Junior Guard. In the end, Marco was defeated by the Junior Guard. The Junior Guard was kind enough to ask him to leave, but unfortunately, Marco was unwilling to listen. He hopped onto the platform and wanted a rematch. During the fight, he used a hidden weapon again but was eventually killed by the Junior Guard. Marco was so arrogant that Wilbur had already guessed that he would not survive tomorrow's match. However, he did not expect that Marco wou

I’m sure that I wasn't the only one who was amazed. Marco growled in anger at all the attention Bryant was getting before he also shifted, but much slower. His wolf form, although almost the same size as that of Bryant, was not nearly as spectacular nor special. And he was a dark shade of brown. The fight soon started and just as Enzo predicted, Bryant beat Marco.

Marco. Right now even though Mr. Marco looks very upset with Riko, it seems like Mr. Marco will not make things difficult for Riko. Right now it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't want to bother and let Riko go, maybe because right now Mr. Marco is in a happy mood. That might make Mr. Marco a little kind, it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't look like usual. This time Mr. Marco is very indifferent, even though usually if someone Mr. Marco makes a mistake. Mr. Marco will not let him go, Mr. Marco will torture that person until that person dies.

"One more round!" Ravin's growl was short, sounding like a laugh. "Fine, let me knock out all your teeth!" Arkan shuddered. "That's good!" Marco leaned against a dry tree. His straight eyes seemed to be watching the Beta and Gamma duel. Actually, Marco's mind was wandering to Paramour's changing situation, and he was contributing to it. Marco was stunned, his mind plagued with indecision and anxiety. So far, so good, just like Madam Jenn told me.

He has brought out the beast in Marco, and there’s no way he would escape from his end. “Going somewhere?” Marco growled, jumping in front of Roman. Marco moved like lightning, stunning Roman, Marco was a few feet’s away the last time he saw him. “You were pleading for death the moment you decide to mess with me, and then I decided to grant your death wish when you put my woman in harms way.” Marco snarled, and launched himself at Roman. His fist flew in the air, connecting with Roman jaw, sending him stumbling back a few away. Roman recovered from the hit, charging at Marco with the hidden weapon in the sleeve of his shirt.

to do it. "Alright, who’s up first?" Marco asked, crossing his arms with a smirk. Kamari stepped up confidently, rolling her ball down the lane. It veered slightly to the left, knocking over five pins. "Not bad," Marco said, nodding. "But watch this." He grabbed a ball, lining up his shot before smoothly rolling it straight down the middle, strike. The kids groaned in protest, and Liza laughed. "You better let them win a few rounds, Marco."

"Don't think about it. You won't have a chance." Zion opened his mouth as if he could see through what Marco was thinking. Marco was stunned. "What the f*ck, do you have Mind Reading?" "I still have assassination skills. Do you believe me?" Obviously, Zion was looking for trouble. Marco threw the snack aside and said in a domineering tone, "What? Do you want to have a fight with me? Well, how about whoever loses will marry Evangeline?" "She's not an object, so it's impossible for her to be used as a bet. But remember this fight. I'll fight with you sooner or later. I have something else to do today."

In the waiting area, Marco had sat by the side, remaining quiet no matter what anyone said. Fane frowned, "I think you're called Marco, right? You're a wandering warrior from White Marsh Continent. That makes the both of us wandering warriors, so why are you talking to me like this?" Fane had no intentions of challenging Marco with those words, he was just curious as to how Marco was so confident. Both of them were wandering warriors without any background, but Marco acted like he was a genius from a high-grade clan.