Tokyo Duels Novels & Stories

Jack was sure that in time, Davies would consider this place his home and accept their invitation; the very invitation he had rejected so many times now, much to Galbraith’s ire. “Team Duels are the most popular duels. They aren’t popular because they happen more than the others, but because the atmosphere around such duels is always amazing. Since it’s been so long since we have seen a Solitary Duel, and given that no one in the new generation has witnessed a Solitary Duel, we have no idea what it feels like. What we know is what our parents told us, but even they have only seen one Solitary Duel in their lifetime. Team Duels are different. We have experienced them, and they are amazing. Ju

“Of course. She never forgets.” Aria stayed silent, but her fingers clenched into fists in her lap. She had been by Kai’s side at every training, every dawn, every bag strike, every combat drill. She never wanted the spotlight—that was never why she trained with him. But the thought of Kai stepping back into that world, one dominated by Damian Cross, stirred fear and anger in equal measure. Christopher went on: “Five stops. Berlin, Tokyo, Los Angeles, São Paulo, and the final gala in Budapest. The best fighters in the world.” He looked up at Kai. “And yes, Damian Cross’s name is on the list. Main event, headliner.”

She stood up and took a few steps forward before she noticed the referee standing in front of her and Kaen lying face down on the ground behind him. "AND THE WINNER OF THIS QUARTER FINAL MATCH OF THE NEW WORLD TOURNAMENT IS..." "...NATSUMI FUBUKI" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Poison is outlawed in the new world tournament because the damage it does cannot be measured visually.

Qin Yang said seriously. "Duel? What is that? I've never heard of a duel during my time here." Long Chen said not knowing what a duel between sects meant. "Big brother, the duel is a place for inner and outer disciples between first-level sects to determine the geniuses among the three sects. Usually there will also be tier one kingdoms and other powers participating in the duel. And usually the duel will be conducted once in five years." Jing Ling'er explained shyly behind Long Chen's back.

Derek leaned against a pillar his eyes were full of annoyance as he stood there watching everything closely and aggravately looking for what to do. “Finally,” he drawled to Elara. “Blood makes better theater than gossip.” Alice stood nearby, lips curved in a predator’s smile. “I’ve wagered on Jackson. He plays dirtier.” “Of course you have,” Elara muttered, fists clenching inside her gloves. The duelists stepped onto the marble square. Robert wore the academy’s fencing whites, every movement disciplined. Jackson removed his coat, exposing a blade that was gleaming with hunger. Headmaster Dorian raised a hand. “First blood decides victory. No fatal strikes.”

Elysia’s voice took on a sharper edge, “the third day will bring us to the Main Duel Rounds. This is where only the strongest contenders will face off. Every duel will be a single, decisive match. There will be no best-of-three; here, every strike, every move, will count. Win or lose, each duel will determine the true masters among you.” Her eyes glinted as she looked out over the crowd, the anticipation thickening as the crowd absorbed her words. “In this final stage, each match will be meticulously observed by the Gods of War and the Grandmasters themselves. Those who rise to the challenge here will have a chance to earn a personal disciple’s place. Fight well, and you might secure your pl

Seething, he whispered to Charlie, "Mr. Wade… I think there's no turning back with all the piling body count…" Charlie shrugged. "It's not like I can do anything about that. Why don't you go out and tell them to stop fighting?" "Ugh…" Yoshitaka breathed a long sigh. This might be worse than Tokyo Rumble, when the clans of Ito, Takahashi, and Matsumoto shed blood… This has to do with Greater Tokyo Rumble."

A few rows of seats were built near the edges, and at the center was a meter deep dug up platform where the duelists would fight. Both Lucian and Amaryah stepped down onto the platform. A little follower of Yaron Clan was made referee, and he shyly gestured for the two people to meet and shake hands at the center. "This is a duel between the master, Lord Yaron Lucian, and the mysterious western figure, Lady Zavebe!" he announced, voice deep and penetrating, making the audience anticipate the match more. "The rules of the match will be the following: "First, this is a brief and straightforward one-on-one duel of equals! Both sides will alternately be given time to attack and defend, ten round

The Oracle explained for the sake of those that didn't understand. King Theron's expression darkened. "Elise Rashford, do you understand what you are invoking? A Sacred Duel is fought to submission or death. There is no forfeit, no mercy. One of you will leave the arena victorious. The other may not leave at all." "I understand," Elise said, her voice steady despite the wildness in her eyes. "And I accept those terms. Do you, sister? Or will you hide behind your unnatural gifts rather than face me honestly?"

Aww. His cuteness makes me clap louder and it makes me more interested in other games. The next game is announced as the ascendant duel, the shadow court trials. “It’s a public one on one combat arena, fighters use controlled vampiric abilities there’s no killing unless sanctioned.” Victor explains to me and I nod my head. “Got it, so it’s just play fighting no one is actually getting hurt,” “What? Of course people get hurt. This isn’t some kiddies game Sofia this is a real game with real stakes.”