Sanford Madness Combat Novels & Stories

The crowd roared, their excitement feeding the atmosphere. Desperate, Leonard began to fight dirty. Using the sand to his advantage, he kicked up a cloud of it, aiming for Zane’s eyes. The sudden distraction worked, and Zane staggered, rubbing at his face. Taking the opportunity, Leonard rushed forward, delivering a shoulder tackle that sent Zane stumbling backward. The audience gasped as Leonard began to land unorthodox strikes, each one aimed to disorient and overpower. Zane, regaining his footing, countered with a fiery burst from his palms, the heat forcing Leonard to retreat. But Leonard smirked, realizing Zane’s fire affinity was minimal and not enough to overwhelm him.

' 'That could be considered treason, watch where you say such things,' Xander replied angrily. 'I only said something because I know you feel the same,' William said. 'You can't tell me you don't think he's off the crocker. Ever since Emma died, he has gone completely insane, wouldn't you say?' William asked. 'Kill every human we meet? That seems rather intense.'

All of them were fighters who had combat power that was more potent than the average Transcendent! “Three of you?” asked Shaun as he looked at the trio rushing towards him. The broken sword in his hand was emitting steaming blade energy! In an instant, one of the Red Moon kamikaze soldiers rushed over. He was swinging the mace in his hand and smashing the weapon right at Shaun! A cold snort escaped from Shaun’s mouth, “Humph!” With a backhand flip, the broken sword blocked off the mace’s attack. The Red Moon kamikaze soldier cried out in shock. Surprisingly, the mace in his hand forcibly flew out of his hand. It spun a dozen times in the air before landing on the ground.

So Sane knew that it was really good, and he would really scare his ass off. His breathing was fast and ragged as they entered the pitch black room. He was trying to make sense of his surroundings as he was familiar with the audiovisual room where the booth was being held. He even saw it getting decorated so he was trying to convince himself that he had already seen the place. However, it was pitch black, and he could barely see anything. Sane didn’t want to hold onto anyone, especially Seleen because he was afraid that he’d startle her again, but as the beating of his heart was already becoming unbearable, he grabbed Haniel’s arm instead.

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

"Because I sure as hell knows he would rather take his own life than support a faggot son." Without hesitation, my fist flew through the air, connecting with Damario's jaw and sending him crashing into the locker. I lunged forward, ready to grab his hair and slam his face into the metal, but Damario ducked at the last second. My fist rammed into the iron locker instead, sending a searing pain through my knuckles. "Talking with your fists, huh?" Damario panted, his eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed my neck and slammed me against the hard wall. A swift kick landed in my ribs, making my breath hitch.

I escaped from the madness that reigned in the Sanctuary… "Did you run from madness to the Refuge because madness is in you?" the same mutant said. "What do you mean?" "We believe that madness is reflected in the eyes of a madman when he sees madness in reality… "You mean there's no such thing as madness?" "I mean, we see what we believe!" the mutant concluded. – So, child of the tribe "Born in darkness"! Welcome to the Range!

However, as he extended his hand to take it, she stomped down on it with one hand and kicked his face with the other. "Too cowardly and still obvious." Madison commented again. Jeremy wiped off the blood that came from his burst upper lip with the back of his hand. His eyes darkened when he realized she wasn't breathing as heavily as he was. He went for the stick again. This time, he anticipated Madison's move and reached to block it, but he was swept off his feet when he raised his leg. "If this is how you fought at the Combat Tournament, then it's no surprise that you lost. Even Freya isn't this predictable." Madison scoffed, seeing him fall to the floor with a loud thud.

The swirling mist cleared to reveal a desolate desert landscape, devoid of any witness except for each other, the stark isolation intensifying the weight of their impending conflict. Alone in this barren expanse, Asmo and Satan stood poised for battle, their minds, bodies, and emotions honed to a razor's edge. With a sense of grim determination, they drew forth their ferocious Sabers, each a reflection of their inner turmoil and unyielding resolve. Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that.” His voice was softer than before, a quiet contemplation behind the words that she didn’t understand. He watched her with a curiosity that made her want to squirm under his gaze, but her training had stuck in some ways and showing that kind of weakness was unacceptable. “So.” She cleared her throat. “What’s next?” “Hand to hand combat.” Maddie’s stomach dropped. The thought of sparring with any of the contestants, let alone the heir to the Dark Night pack, filled her veins with ice. A good leader knew their weaknesses and she knew directly fighting any of those wolves would be foolish.