The Challenger Raw 소설 & 이야기

player, is a few inches shorter than his seven feet figure. Whereas Chance had a brawny build, the billionaire had lean muscles. But can Chance take him if need be? Surely others will join the fight, not to mention security and personal bodyguards. "What do you want with me?" Chance finally let out, getting agitated. “For now, I’ll have your name.” The billionaire smiled, showing of perfect rows of pearly whites. "Chance Greg--- Just Chance for now," he gradually answered. “Well, I’m Royalty Kristoff Pantovic the 3rd. Call me Kris or Kristoff, whatever you like.” He extended a hand, his smile never wavering.

"Combat, strategy, endurance, leadership. Luna Sera, as the recommended candidate, you will face each challenger individually. First challenger: Vivian Cross." Vivian and I moved to opposite sides of the arena. The crowd fell silent. "This is a fight for submission," Brennan explained. "First, to yield or be rendered unable to continue losing. Killing blows are forbidden. Begin!" Vivian came at me fast, and I could see she'd been training. Her moves were clean, efficient, nothing like the pampered pack princess I'd known. But I'd been training too. And I'd died and come back with power she couldn't have imagined.

"Ronan wants it to be a fair match. He said the challenger deserves to be at one hundred percent before the final test." "That's amazing," Chloe smiled, leaning against the bed rail. Then she looked over at Jax, her eyes full of curiosity. "So, since Bracia is disqualified, what about the final results? Is Serena automatically the new assistant, or do we still have to wait?" Jax looked between the two girls, his expression turning neutral as he picked up his hands and slipped them back into his jacket pockets. "You'll all see on the day of the finals," Jax replied, keeping his voice calm and quiet.

It wasn’t weakness. It was loyalty. It was love. It was a kind of power these arrogant bastards would never understand. The challenger was already circling. Bigger than Cian by a head, broader in the chest. His eyes were sharp and calculating, the kind of predator who struck to maim, not win. And he was grinning like he’d already claimed victory. The Elder overseeing the challenge raised his arm. “You both know the rules. No deaths. No help. No magic.”

The man nods then continues. "Our challenger, Firecracker, has requested to challenge none other than THE REAPER!" The man shouts, instantly silencing the crowd. The crowd had gone so silent that you could hear a pin drop. This was exactly the reaction I was looking for. Making me realize I chose the right person.

If the opponent was killed, the participant who killed their opponent would be disqualified. Ten minutes later, Lucifer threw his opponent into the pillar until the man couldn’t get up again. The man was carried out of the arena, and the next challenger entered. The audience started shouting Lucifer’s name and cheering him on. Hearing that, he found it a bit strange. However, of course, he was happy to hear people calling him by his name, which was Lucifer instead of Rion. An hour later, he had already defeated seven challengers. His face was covered with blue bruises.

Her breath hitched again, body coiling tight, and I pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering, “Come for us, Sierra. We've got you.” __________ Who has watched challengers? 🤭

How could they see? A gasp rose from the crowd as the challenger suddenly flipped backward, coming to rest with perfect control on a pillar. A small smile turned up the corners of Mathin’s mouth. He advanced. “His opponent is tiring,” Raziel said, coming to stand at her side. The light glittered off the ring in his ear. Another Haunt accompanied him, but Andrea barely spared a glance for the pair. Her fear ran too high. “He’s going to die out there!”

The arena with the fighting pit erupted in thunderous cheers. A host shouted excitedly into his microphone, "Tonight's show will be the most unprecedented fight in our arena's history! In the past, challengers have faced rhinos and wild boars… "But our challenger tonight will take on the king of the beasts—a lion! Let's give a round of applause for tonight's fighter, Wilson Quill!" The crowd went wild with deafening applause as the host's words fell. They cheered and roared with excitement.

Either way, it’s still a fight-to-death match anyway. We listen to the clanks of the metal cogs that bring the dungeon gates rolling up and an uproaring blast comes gushing against us with the flood of bright lights. Rex shakes our fur, throwing a strong paw out and into the light. “...a challenger! The honor of challenging the current champion, Lucifer, goes to...the exiled, savage beast- The rogue warrior, Inferno!” ‘What a sick intro’.