My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

I responded with blinding combinations of claw and fang nimble but forceful lacerations meant to deplete and unbalance every one of the brute's thunderous assaults. For what seemed like an eternity, we danced that lethal tango while the ground shook under our massive collision. Any other opponent would have long since dropped in both body and spirit or given up. But this beast, this twisted, vicious freak, appeared to just savor the brutality more with every interaction, almost impervious to the devastation I caused. I sensed the icy tendrils of fear invading more and more. Of confronting an irresistible opponent. Then, in a terrible silence between attacks, I sensed the undeniable presence

I said, almost paranoid. “You have more than one secret Sly Jenna Forest or should I say Jenna Mathias?” The voice continued “Who are you?” I asked, anxiety fueling my bones. “Just a person who can become your enemy if you do not cooperate” the voice answered. “But I don’t know who you are, how do you even know me?” I asked, now almost panicking. “You don’t need to ask such irrelevant questions, all you have to understand is that, if you don’t cooperate, you’ll likely be a Mathias for all of your life” the voice answered.

He gets up quickly from the sofa while she understands very well the offer of her help, then she quickly shakes her head in denial. “I said no, I will help you, then why bother so much. Come here to me.” He is now standing on his own but now he was calling her to his side which was getting weaker due to his presence. “Come to me.’ He now spoke in a heavy voice. She steps fast and comes to him and stands up. “Take off.’ He spoke in a cruel tone while her face was afraid of how she could do all this but his ruthless saying forced her to do all this.

Unlike before, I could now clearly see the slimy black substance surrounding my opponent; he was going to fake a high hit and aim for my shins, as he had scored his fair share of points during the fight using that tactic. Remember, Max. Combat is a dance. I remember. Sometimes your partner wants to make you look bad. Like right now. That’s why you have to take it to another level, so it’s your partner who ends up the worse of it. You can see what he’s doing and what he’s going to do. I… He’s ruthless. Paying his treachery with honor is an insult to him. Double down. I still have two more points to win. He will lose.

Giving my attention to the match stirring up the large crowd, I retrieve some calm to see our vanguard already driving his opponent so ferociously to the edge of the pit, not giving him a chance to firm his hind footing into the sand and prepare a counterattack. “Oh, right off the bat, it appears we have a fearsome one down there!” The opponent desperately bites down into our vanguard’s scruff when a second open for him to act, but he misses his aim, merely making away with golden fur, and my pleasure deepens to see our vanguard react in a flashing speed. He bites into the opponent’s shoulder, hastily following it up with a fierce clamp against the neck. “What a rumble! Unfortunately, it see

Couldn't clean the body anymore. I guess he's too tired today.

Niko said proudly, gesturing at Alessio, leaning back in his chair. "And? Who's stronger than you?" I asked him. "There's fierce competition out there. A lot of names come to my mind. The top one is Russo. He's..." Alessio cut Niko off. "Shut up!" Alessio growled. "She needs to know." Niko said with a frown, turning to me. "One day, we'll take him off!" He said, his gaze held a promise. My eyes rounded in fear and my heart beat faster. I shivered in terror. I jumped to my feet. "I'm not hungry." I blurted, rushing at the stairs, climbing them. Reaching my room, I slammed the door shut behind me.

The crowd's reaction was mixed, some cheers, some skeptical murmurs. I was the new kid. I had to prove myself all over again. "Her opponent, Shadow Ring veteran with twelve victories to his name, the razor-sharp, the lightning-fast, give it up for RAZOR!" My opponent entered from the opposite side. Lean and wiry, moving with the coiled energy of someone who relied on speed over strength. His eyes locked onto mine with professional assessment. This wouldn't be like fighting Granite or the others at the Pit. Razor was a veteran. He'd studied opponents, knew the game.

When Ruthless straightened up, he looked down at King Hound who was holding his left eye Ruthless had just ripped out with his bare hand. "Next time before you try to be a hero again, try to know the strength of your opponent, but this particular opponent you'd aimed, cannot be defeated. I am not boasting," Ruthless said. "Now get your sorry self out of my palace before I really kill you." He added. King Hound stood up to his feet in a shameful manner and left the palace with his head bent down in shame.