Smash Bros Arena Novels & Stories

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

We all yelled as our mugs touched and once again the satisfying bitter taste of ale returned as we drained our mugs. " * Chuckles* I didn't expect you to grow up to be the calm collective type, Brat." V4 laughed as he whacks Kaen on the back. " You'll learn a thing or two after fighting in the Arena." Kaen smugly says. " Arena?!" V4 exclaims. " Shin is actually short for Shinigami the Supper Rookie, winner of this season's Arena Championships. You didn't know?" Kagome informed. " He is? * Laughing*"

Laggas, Reyan, Skye, Hierro, Kulv and Iero grinned evilly since they not only look forward to see who will emerge victorious among the three, they also look forward to Hail’s performance since multitasking requires too much time and energy, not to mention that you have to divide your attention between two things. “Then, Reyan will be the referee and the judge. I am off!” Hail said and jumped down the ship, only for the flat iceberg extend and become a ramp for Hail to slide down, looking very cool, then smoothly land on the flat iceberg and face Sybb, who was stunned, and Mahi, whose face is stern since not only he will be facing another opponent, Hail is also very powerful.

“Please don’t give up on me.” Seeing a different spark in Zen’s eyes, Yelena held her temper back. “I don’t want to see a duck or a crab again,” she growled. You better do this properly.” Laughing nervously, Zen started the game again and waited to be spawned in the game. This time, they were in an underwater-themed arena. It wasn’t very realistic, but the objective remained the same. Zen couldn’t continue repeating his mistakes. This time, he refused to move from his spot. There were two ways to win this game. All he had to do was conceal himself and wait for the time to end before anyone else found him. He wasn’t better than Yelena at shooting, so he wouldn’t even try. Once Bolt found him,

As we celebrated, excitement built for future tournaments. The Arena's potential ignited ambitions, encompassing regional competitions. "Imagine it," Blaze said, enthusiasm radiating. "Total Eclipse Gaming Hub, a beacon for gamers nationwide." Our pack's laughter and cheers filled the night. "It's gonna happen you'll see." Storm smiled, he knew.

And now, the moment everyone has been waiting for! As the commentator's words resounded, the other unrelated contestants exited the field, leaving only two figures behind. The extraordinary safety glass cuboid-enhanced arena, 60 meters wide and 30 meters high, glided to the center of the stadium. The commentator elaborated on the arena's capability to withstand even the most powerful impacts, ensuring the utmost safety while offering an immersive view of the heroic clashes within. Various rules were explained, and the competitors from both sides were introduced with fervor.

Darius has a point there. "Then we use the closer gardens. We paint a bullseye on the boar. The closest to hitting it wins. Two boars, same size, weigh everything." "Okay, I will consider it, but first, I have to make sure you can shoot an arrow and not hit yourself." Darius looks at me, and I laugh. "Sexiest?" He groans. "No, but to not check and send you into that situation with it live is fucked up. So we have a date, and it will focus on that. Then I know for sure you can do it."

Three days later… The Savant Arts Tournament officially began in Mirage City. A massive arena, covering over a hundred thousand square feet, was set on a plain. The arena’s floor was made from an indestructible metal, so strong that even rocket fire wouldn’t dent it. At the center of the arena stood a towering stone pillar adorned with small balls hanging from it. Thousands of cultivators had gathered around the arena. Other than Drakonians, there were also many foreign cultivators—most of whom came from Skuira. “There are ten minutes left for registration. All cultivators participating in the Savant Arts Tournament, please enter the arena promptly.”