Rock Lee Vs Gaara Novels & Stories

Well, I already had an idea… I spun around, kicking the knife from his hold, my other hand darting out and using my telekinesis ability to throw him back. I caught the knife and threw it straight at Lee, who looked alarmed. He ducked, so I knocked his legs out from under him. The sound of fabric ripping told me I had ruined my dress, but it was the least of my worries. Gale was up, shifting into a huge wolf and running at me. His menacing growl echoed off the walls, and the saliva that dripped from his mouth told me he was angry.

If it dies, everything would've been in vain. Hiraku continues to face the jackal, his gaze shows his determination, he looks like a warrior that's been forged in battle, there's only one slight problem... all he does is swing the spear everywhere, without technique or awareness at all. When Luke arrives to help he receives a terrible blow to the face and Hiraku gets bitten. There's blood spurting out of Luke's nose, he covers his face with his hands rolling on the floor andletting go of his spear.

Almost as if he knew the large Bronkark would result to using his strength in this battle. Tilk recovers from his miss quickly, but the Gaimo again predicts his next swing. This time the missed blow throws Tilk off his footing, and his opponent pounces. The Gaimo's hand strikes out like a cobra right into Tilk's adam's apple. Tilk gags, and the Gaimo kicks out his left knee. Tilk falls to his uninjured knee, and the Gaimo elbows the top of his head. Tilk falls back unconscious, and my mouth drops open as the Gaimo immediately looks toward my right. He approaches our area slowly, and when I glance over to figure out who he is looking at, my shock triples when I spot the blush on Xiu's cheeks.

This was about what Silver Moon would become: a pack trapped in old hatred or one strong enough to change. The fight began without ceremony. Garrick moved like water over stone, four decades of experience in every strike. His claws found Leon's ribs, his teeth found Leon's shoulder, his weight found Leon's weakness. My brother went down hard, blood painting the dirt. The crowd's roar split between horror and approval—some wanting their Alpha to rise, others ready to crown Garrick the moment Leon stopped breathing.

Three figures emerged from behind us—Garron and two of our strongest rogues. I didn’t like the odds. "Attack!" The first rogue lunged, Luke shifted his stance, sidestepping the rogue and whacking it on its neck with the bat. The second rogue rushed at him too but avoided a strike before throwing an arm at Luke but Luke twisted with speed, tossing the rogue into a wall. Garron came next, snarling. Taking Luke by surprise, his shoulder nearly pushed Luke out of the hallway—Luke rushed back, avoiding a punch and whacking Garron on his ribs.

Jab to his throat—not enough to crush his windpipe, just enough to stun. Garrick gasped, hands flying up defensively, eyes wide with shock. Laura didn’t hesitate. One final kick to the side of his head. Clea, precise and exactly hard enough. His knees buckled. Then he went down. The silence that followed felt almost physical. Like the entire arena had stopped breathing. Garrick—undefeated Garrick, scarred veteran Garrick—lay sprawled in the dirt. And Laura stood over him, chest heaving, blood dripping from her chin.

In this world, Baby Robbie’s martial arts skills were considered extremely rare. However, Gale’s martial arts skills were definitely not inferior to Baby Robbie’s. Although his movements were not as unpredictable as Baby Robbie’s, he could pick up plants and shoot them at his opponents. The power and speed were comparable to a gunshot. Since the two had their own fighting styles, they realized they were both an equal match after a round of fighting.

she said, and my heart stuttered. “It's okay,” she reassured me, hand on my shoulder. “He won. Rory tried to use his little human toy. Ethan tackled him and got it out of his hands. Then Leo demanded a fair challenge.” “And Leo won?” I whispered. “Of course Leo won. Rory's gone.” Jasmine smiled. “You're safe now. Your mate has defeated the last of your enemies.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Rory wasn't my enemy, he was everyone's enemy. Right?

he snarled back, eyes flashing silver. “I’m still standing! Besides, you still came and that’s what’s important!” “Barely. Let’s talk later about how you sneak from me after this.” His blade drove through another rogue; the words sharp as steel. The battle raged on. Garrick fought shoulder-to-shoulder with Nami, both bloodied but relentless. Joren stumbled but rose again, his blade finding its mark with newfound fury. One rogue caught me off-guard, blade grazing my thigh. Pain flared — but I whirled, slamming my staff across his temple. He dropped, twitching.

He couldn’t continue with his eyesight temporarily obscured. He sighed, then a small twitch lead his lips upwards. “Yeah. I hope too,” Jai took Raka’s hand and Raka helped him up. Then they walked back to the exit together, just like how he had helped Darrion in the exit. The audience shouted and clapped with merry, because their favorite players were respecting each other. Some of them who shouted for Jai understood that Jai was trying his best to counter Raka's Gale Arrow, the skill that can cut through your soul.