Novel & Cerita Whitebeard Vs Roger

Roger looked deep into Harvey’s eyes. “Get ready, then.” Roger took a step forward and pounced right at Harvey. He spun, then threw a punch straight at Harvey’s chest. The seemingly simple attack was as quick as lightning. The air crackled as soon as Roger threw his punch forward. Harvey started to get a little interested after seeing that. To make a simple punch seem that strong, Roger was a talented man. If Harvey were to teach Roger, the man would surely have a chance to become a King of Arms, maybe even a God of War.

With that sentence, the already tense atmosphere erupted into an unprecedented tension and animosity. The two men saw through each other's hidden identities and laid it all out. Whether as Roger or as D, Roger's strength stood at the apex of the pyramid, and it could even be said that he was evenly matched with Oliver. "But today, I am not here to declare war," Roger said with his habitual smile, a smile that had no warmth, chilling anyone who saw it, except when facing Natalie. Oliver's eyebrow arched slightly as a mocking laugh escaped his lips. "I thought you came to steal my wife."

He bathed his Bane in oil once more and tightened his armor. William looked at the night sky by the arena, wondering if tomorrow he could defeat Rolfe. He doubted himself after their previous fight. Rolfe is definitely stronger than him. Their Sense are on par, their skills are evenly matched, but Rolfe’s physical strength is not something William can easily overcome. If he is to win, he needs to catch Rolfe off guard with an attack that not even his Sense can see coming.

However, he would have no chance of winning against Rodrigo and his machete. After all, he couldn't possibly catch a Yutarian machete with his bare hands. "Mr. Ballard, he has a weapon. Do you also need to choose one?" the host asked, turning to Sebastian. Sebastian shook his head slightly. What weapon could be better than Purity? "You Dramonian Warriors are far too conceited. you might have killed the three of them, but those three wouldn't even be able to survive a single round with me! You probably didn't know that," Rodrigo said arrogantly, his arms crossed.

I roar, spurring everyone in front of me into action. Remaining in place, I scan the crowd, studying the dynamic between the two who are squaring off and taking in their technique. Although they seem to be skilled in what they’re doing, it is easy to tell that there is definitely room for improvement, and it becomes clear that protection wasn’t Roger’s biggest concern during his reign here. “I’ll take the left; you get the right.” I tell William before I begin to move. My first targets are Elise and Marty, who seem to be evenly matched. They both move in sync, attacking and drawing back. And as I watch, I come to realize that Elise is actually a pretty skilled fighter, which honestly isn’t s

Roger took a few steps towards them, then suddenly reached back and hoisted something at them. Kyle saw it coming, but Sergei was not so quick. Hurling right at them was a long, tapered, vampire spear. Kyle dodged in time, but Sergei did not. The silver-tipped spear grazed his cheek, cutting through skin, tearing open his cheek before continuing on. It was not a direct hit, but enough to draw a lot of blood. Sergei screamed out in pain, raising his hands to his face, now covered in blood. Kyle didn’t hesitate. He took three steps forward, leapt in the air, and planted a hard kick with both feet right on Roger’s chest, sending him flying across the room and crashing into the wall.

My claws swiped at Roger, but he dodged effortlessly. "You're no match for me," he sneered, landing a solid punch. I stumbled back but recovered quickly. Our battle raged on, each blow striking with precision. "You have the power of an Ultima," Roger said, eyes narrowing. "If not for my battle experience, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." I growled, my wolf fueled by determination. Our wolves exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack.

My blazing eyes went back to the merciless leader of the Association. “Move or I will kill you all!” Roger said. After that, one brave soldier, who seemed working under Roger, shouted, “You coward! We cannot betray the Association with the fake King! Ahhhh!” He attacked me with a spear, and my claws ached in a thrill to cut his neck before that blade would touch my skin. However…. “Ack!” The man, who was about to attack me, was pounced on by a large black beast. The giant black werewolf weighed the man down and he growled.

The result was obvious; if Alfine wanted to, he could bite off Roger's neck any time. I also understand why people are so surprised. Roger is one of our strongest warriors, while Alfine is known as a member of a weak pack; no one knows much about his strength. Before knowing the results, everyone must have thought that Roger would easily win. However, Alfine successfully lets everyone know his true power, considering Gray already has a good subordinate. Even though he won, Alfine didn't have much energy left; they would surely die if it were a war. Alfine let go of Roger's neck and fell to the ground panting.

"What do you mean by saying they stake themselves?" "You'll know when you get in." As Roger said, he made the gesture of invitation to me again. Although Roger was very arrogant, now he was so respectful to us, which meant that he really wanted to see what would happen next. I saw with my own eyes that Roger beat Armani with all his strength. He's certainly not some kind-hearted man. Something that he was interested in... What could it be? But since they didn't stake me, I hesitated for a moment and then decided to go back.