Super Smash Bros Arena Novels & Stories

The total of thirty session would finally be finish, no more traumatizing stories aabout that place. I shook my head and answered the question, for god knows how many. "The fights were all unannounced, most of the time I fought unprepared, though they make sure to train me and keep me with my vitamins. The first level was pure fist fight, you'd use no weapon to kill and then there's the second level were each player would be assign with a random weapon, rolled in some big screen..." I trailed off getting interested with the chipped paint on my nails. "The first fight was a nightmare...my first kill still haunts me. I knew it was coming when I signed for it, but, when you are in there ...ever

“As you wish!” Amber replied sternly, her tone contradicted her gracious features. As she spoke, she quickly sped to the arena. “Heh heh heh, brother Maxim, how blind could you be? How could you send this little girl to battle with my boy? Do you wish to see her bones get broken?” Ethan said, teasingly. Maxim did not reply, he only stared at Ethan coldly. Brother Albert waited for the two combatants to enter the arena before waving his sleeve. Then, a dome of light washed over the arena. This dome of light served as a protective barrier, preventing any unwanted misfires to exit the arena and potentially damaging the surroundings.

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.”

Hold the ring for 8 seconds and it will turn red, signifying a violation strike— if you get three of those, you're out for the rest of the game. Now, the arena is an oval field that is nearly 100 meters long and about 50 meters wide. At the bottom of the arena is an insanely large net that catches the players if ever they fall, sometimes because their airkicks messed up or they are accidentally knocked off by another player. The arena is surrounded by a thick bulletproof glass that acts as a barrier for both the players and the audience so nothing gets in nor out as the game plays on.

“And with that announcement, let’s begin with the first match! Please enter, Isaac Latte and Rain Sky!” At the hosts’ cue, Isaac and Rain stepped out of the doors on each side of the arena. After they both stepped onto the arena, a barrier in the shape of a dome was erected. Once it covered the arena completely, it became transparent. “I will say, it is an honour to finally meet you, sir.” Isaac said. His eyes were almost sparkling. “We are about to fight each other. Do not call me “sir”. Nonetheless, let’s enjoy it.” “Aye sir!”

All we really have to do is push them against the cells and the prisoners kill them for us. I race through the entrance of the arena, coming out on the arena floor. Three of the four harpoon launchers are broken or in pieces, but one is still operational. As I watch, I see Tana flying over top of the arena rim, blowing her fire. The metal heats and turns red as the spectators scream from the heat of the stadium. Behind her, Kaylani is blowing ice onto the rim. They are going to alternate extreme hot and cold until the metal breaks.

And when I’m done there won’t be shadows left for her to hide in. Game on Arena

"Why’d you have to destroy the robots? Why not just be my stepping stone?" Gasps rippled through the audience. His own face paled further, realizing his words had gone public. I tapped the mic clipped to my collar and smiled. "Why? Because you’re a parasite. You’ve been stealing others’ work with some mysterious ability, haven’t you?" The fury in my voice carried to every corner of the arena. Remembering the humiliation of my last life, I kicked him hard, sending him sprawling. "You’re talking nonsense!" he trembled, trying to hold his ground.

, said Flora. “Battle arena is not redecorated into this. There are machines connected to it. It can change into any form of place. It's basically like a virtual house where things change the way you like them to change”, said Miss Harmony. “I thought we were going to battle against the other class but now the arena is like this. Why?”, asked Soma. “Yeah, I wanted to beat him into a pulp and make him cry”, said Mizuki.

"Man, you're much further ahead in your career than me. I'm still stuck in the same old drudgery of checking mechs for faults." "It's been a few months. Hang in there. With your skillset, you should expect a promotion soon enough." Ves and Carlos had reached the entrance of the smallest an shabbiest looking arena. As cleaning bots were cheap nowadays, Ves figured the organizers intentionally kept its walls weathered. The scanners at the gates allowed them entry once Carlos showed his tickets. They climbed the stairs and entered the interior of a wide arena that could host up to a hundred thousand people if a major event was going on.