Twelve Rounds 3 Novels & Stories

I heaved a deep sigh as my eyes started to get teary. “T-the Chosen Twelve are the victors in this bout, garnering them three points already. Fight duration: 35 minutes and 12 seconds,” Ballam, the announcer, declared. And that’s the time we all cried not because our group won again but because of the loss of a good friend.

Rolex chuckled, patting my back with his hand. "Score goals yourself as well." I patted him back with a laugh. "Hahaha, I'd better." "Yo, you know man. You had better." We clasped each other on the shoulders again before separating and going to stand at our different positions. The first round passed with us getting 4/3 against each other and I wasn't happy with myself. I had made one mistake that led to the other team getting so close to us. After round two came and ended, we got a whopping 12/5 to which I scored 8 goals myself while Rolex scored 4.

“Owen and Scott are second equal on 310 points.” “What a game!” said Kent. “Right down to the wire. Congratulations Joe.” “Thanks,” Joe replied breathlessly, zipping himself up. Kent turned to the camera’s, “We’ll be right back after the break with Joe Dingle competing in Round 3: ‘XXXX’ Challenge!”

"Round one will have groups of four fight together until one stands. Round two, the survivors face off one against one and round three, the final three fight until only one remains." "And whoever wins that," Fenrir said, "fights me." "Correct," Tamper said. Fenrir rubbed a hand over his face. "So I sit through three rounds of nonsense just to get to one real fight." I raised an eyebrow, turning to Kate. “How bold of him to call it nonsense.” Kate grinned. “It is also called aura.” What a way to put it. I gave her a good nod. "That's the tradition, Alpha." Geo responded.

Cole sighed, "This is the world of the extraordinary!" ... The first round of the team battles ended quickly. Six teams emerged victorious. After an hour's rest, the second round began. Cole’s team won again, with Lancelot's marksmanship playing a crucial role. At the end of the second round, only three winning teams remained. Instructor Tahn pulled out three plastic sticks, and each team sent one member to draw lots to determine who would have the bye. Cole was about to step up to draw, but Burke and Rui stopped him, warning that if he dared draw, they’d break his leg.

Some of us begrudgingly agreed against the cheers of the others. "We have a relay game up first." Changmin began explaining while the staff began setting up for the game as the camera focussed on him. "Since there are six members per team, there will be six rounds." A cameraman went around focusing on the props needed for each round as Changmin went from one round to the next in his narration. "The first round- one team member has to bounce two ping-pong balls into the cup kept on the table. Once that is done, the next team member has to pass their body through a stretched clothes' hangar. Next, one member has to wear the hat kept on the table without using their hands. Round 4- spin really

Standing on either side of the ring, they bounced from foot to foot, waiting for Wade to ring the bell. “The rules are simple. Each round is five minutes. First round is human form only. If any part of you changes, you lose. Second round is in wolf form. If you still make it to the third round, you may choose a weapon.” On the table outside of the ring, there were a variety of things like numb chucks, a baton, taser and a few others.

Was it possible to hold five hundred rounds in a day? Wilbur felt very confused, but soon, his doubts were dispelled. It was the preliminary round today, and not many people paid attention. After the referee whistled off, the host started to announce the numbers, and the cultivators who corresponded to the numbers hopped onto the platform. It was a preliminary round, and the cultivators had different strengths, so the winners stood out quickly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wilbur wouldn't have believed it. One game ended in less than a minute, followed by the next.

Mobius smirked. "Let's see how long you can keep that up." Staying confident was important to Abigail, especially with the first round being so crucial. Once everything was set, a voice shouted, "Begin!" After a loud bang sounded, her bullet hit the center of the target. The three Blau brothers watched in surprise, thinking, 'We didn't expect her to be this good. There are ten rounds, and this is only the first. Let's see how she does next.'