Rooster Fighter Novels & Stories

Anthony walked into the room and sat down next to Bastian. A long breath escaped from Belle’s brother’s nose. He turned toward Bastian. “Opening a pottery gallery, honestly, sounds lame. You’re known as a member of the Blackfist gang, an underground fighter. Your image would totally collapse, Bastian,” Anthony said. “Are you serious about that?” Bastian chuckled. “That’s a painful jab.” “Well, you asked for my opinion.” “You know I fight because I want to save money.”

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

Jake appeared in front again and said, "A brilliant performance from Unique identity which sends Fleabag back and out of the tournament, now I would like to request to miss rosy again to please take the names out and let us know the next fight." Rosy removed the names and Jake announced the next fight, "Fight no 6 will be against Nestfree vs Rooster". Nestfree was a druid and rooster was a swordsman, the fight was again one-sided, and the winner was declared soon and as everyone expected it was rooster.

Master Rocher scoffed and said, “Jairo? He’s the weakest amongst all the grandmaster-level fighters. It would be an insult to me if you compared me to someone like him. “If he’s at Jairo’s level, I can beat ten of him!” Westin’s heart skipped a beat when he heard what Master Rocher said, and he said, “Master Rocher, if you beat the hell out of this kid, I’ll give you $3,000,000!”

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.

- Shorten it if you want. - You didn't thank me. - No need because you will surely use me for this service. He gave a simple smile. - It seems that before you got fucked and got into sex you were an excellent boxer. You're an excellent boxer, just look at how you knocked out Shuck and his friends single-handedly. - You insult me If it's for crushing these 3 losers that you think I'm good. - I am a free fighter recruiter. If I chose to invest in you, it's because I have a flair for talent. I don't belong to gangs.

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"

Just then, she noticed Brock lying on the ground and screamed, “Ah! Why is this guy here?” Alex was slightly surprised. “You know him?” Waltz seemed slightly upset. “Of course I do. This guy is the famous Knockout Brock in California's underworld. He’s the fourth best fighter in his clan. His full name is Brock Rousey. He’s 36 years old and joined the Royal rank two years ago. He’s also Frank Accordo’s right-hand man, but he disappeared six months ago. It is almost impossible to bump into him in the underworld.”

It came waging back and we dodged Roque : I'm American actually Me: I can see that Roque : so what exactly do you do? Me: boxing Roque : wow... I'm an amateur boxer. Hoping to get better I smirked Me: let's see what you can do. Punch it He wore gloves and began to punch it. Well, he's good. Needs a little help 💛Andy💜 I tucked my hands into my joggers pockets and sighed at Roberto. He's been following me about and trying to make me talk. I stopped in front of the lockers and sighed

“We’re the guardians of the farm. No matter who you are, nobody is allowed to enter the farm. While you can still gasp, get out of here.” Flying Rooster chuckled. “Darn it. How dare you speak to me in this tone! Brothers, kill him!” Those people of Nocturnal rushed forward like they did not care about their lives. Although there were fewer people, all of them were stubborn individuals who did not care about their lives. When they fought, each of them could fight five people alone. They were extremely fierce. So, Flying Rooster did not feel he would lose. But the reality was… Just as one of Nocturnal’s members rushed over, a person on the opposite side punched him in the face at lightning spe