Whitebeard Vs Roger Novels & Stories

Rogers pointed at Mad dog and his gang as he said. "Let's see who can strike down more men?" Even if he has a huge fat body, his ability to fight didn't lessened. Instead he gained more advantage with power. "All right!" Ricardo agreed as he went up against Robert Rod deftly like a savage tiger. Robert Rod was known to be highly skilled fighter. Together with Mad dog and Chris Arson, he led a group of men to attack Jate and his gang.

“I think we need to double the dosage-” “Are you fucking crazy?! That will fry her heart entirely!” Roger snapped at Bart. “Well considering she’s technically dead right now, I don’t see what it could hurt!” Bart snapped back. “If you won't do it, move out of my way so I can!” “It’s not going to help her, Bart!” Roger replied defensively. There was a small scuffle. “Give those back damn it!

The air crackled with energy as the two adversaries prepared to engage in a fierce battle. Their clash was a dance of agility and raw power. Beverly's movements were swift and precise, her strikes aimed at incapacitating rather than killing. Rogers, on the other hand, fought with a ferocity fueled by his newfound allegiance to King Rico. Blows were exchanged, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the silent woods. Sparks flew as their powers collided, causing the surrounding trees to tremble in response. The fight was grueling, a testament to their unwavering determination. Beverly's heart raced, her mind focused on the task at hand. She knew that she had to defeat Rogers, not onl

,I haul ass and the gate is blown apart and Roger and his dicks pour in. "Attack!!",Roger yells as I punch a rogue knocking him back. "Kill them all!!!",I yell as we rush into battle. These fuckers are done I'm away from Ava way to much and with all her problems and injuries I need to be closer to her. ,Dad joins in and we beat them back. Roger is gone and I bet I know where. "Ben, I call to him, Roger is going for the prison we need to kill them",he nods.

Lucas could tell that the young man was the number one student of the Black Water Martial Arts Hall,Roger Wax! According to Wesley, Roger was a Rank 7 Earth King Ranked Realm powerhouse. But now,Roger was an Rank 8 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters!

They simultaneously looked out to the sea. There, a withered figure with hands across his chest was pushing forward, fighting against Juno’s Dragon Slaying Technique all alone! In everyone’s line of sight, Roger’s decrepit body was too puny compared to the nine silver dragons! It was as if an ignorant old man was trying to defy the will of heaven! “Hah!” Abruptly, Roger shouted and his aura exploded. His skinny body was also full of vitality in an instant! In a flash, Roger’s appearance and body returned to their peak!

Surprisingly, Rogers managed to lift his head and glance at Luis with a defiant smirk. His face was slick with sweat as he muttered, "Fool." Luis responded immediately by twisting the sword deeper so that its tip nearly grazed the couch behind him. Rogers’ head fell back onto the couch, his chest heaving shakily with the sword still embedded. "Sharp tongue, even as you’re dying," Luis told him. "You’d better start talking, Rogers. Now." A smirk flickered across Rogers’ face again as he slowly lifted his head once more.

Roger turned back into his human form, his eyes burning with rage. The child's gasps for air grew weaker, and Roger's heart pounded in his chest as he desperately searched for a way to save him. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Roger mustered all his strength and delivered a powerful blow to Charles, causing him to release his grip and allow the child to gasp for precious breaths of air. "Don't you dare to hurt him?" Roger's voice quivered with a mix of anger and determination as he stepped forward, his fists clenched tightly.

"That's not my concern. I'm just... What are you, six foot three? Regardless, the sheer difference in size isn't fair. You would be down on your back within a minute." Roger spits on the ground before lifting his intense gaze to mine, eyeing me with mild interest. "Height doesn't mean shit." "Oh, really?" I lift an eyebrow. "Then fine by me: let's duel." My pack members and those belonging to Roger exchange glances, probably already placing their bets. "There will be no fighting in your lycan form," Roger informs me as he walks over to face me on the field. He doesn't limp or anything. "We will fight in our wolf forms—do you agree with the terms?"

The highest number of men I’ve taken down in a single battle is fifteen… and they were not ordinary Sigmas. “You’re Roger, aren’t you?” There was silence again before he spoke. “The Beta of the Silverclaw Pack.” I smirked, licking my lips. “Well, let me tell you something… Roger. If you are so strong and so boast-y about how powerful you are, why not go for Alpha? You should be second to none.” He let out profound roar-y laughter. “Only a fool would challenge the Alpha of Silverclaw.” “And only a coward would not.”