X Fighter Mga Nobela at Kwento

It didn't take long and I was drowned by darkness as sleep took over me. Kaizer's POV Hey guys it's me the most handsome one in the group. For those who don't know me I'm the one and only Kaizer Maxrille Ford one of Xavier's bestfriend and also his best fighter. So now it's already 5:30 in the morning and i'm planning on waking up Xavier just to annoy him. Yeah very mature for a business tycoon right? Well whatever but I gotta wale up tge other two morons up first.

There was only one person who could fight him easily. A monster who played with shadows and contracts and bodies. He was just like a viper who never did charity. A man who scared every other man into obedience. Xander Sterling. I hated that I knew it but I hated that I needed him even more. But I needed someone strong enough to ruin Miguel, and Xander was the only one I’d seen win every war he entered.

It stands for: 'Mysterious Demon'. "No one gives a fuck, Demon" Xavier replies, indifferent to my entrance. Xavier, is my trainer, my friend, my father figure, and most importantly, he's the world's strongest street fighter, my rival. We work as a team outside of the ring but are ready to kill each other inside the ring.

“We are going to do our best, but in this one, it is Valerie who needs to fight.” “I can try,” Xavier growled. I touched his arm gently. “Xavier… I need to know what the plan is.” He turned to me then, the intensity in his eyes enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “We prepare for war,” he said. “But not out of fear. Out of strategy.” Hunter nodded. “I’m setting scouts on the western line. I’ll have Kai handle the perimeter. But there’s something else.” He looked between the two of us.

"You manage the software, Sereia. I’ll manage the Physical Deletion." Xander turned and sprinted toward the blast doors, shifting into his massive, silver-white wolf form mid-stride. He didn't just jump; he launched himself off the battlements and into the sea of white-clad soldiers below. The battlefield was a chaotic mess of silver and white. Xander was a hurricane of Alpha Fury, a living "Eraser" that tore through the Alliance’s "Sync-Infantry" like a hot knife through butter. But for every soldier he tore apart, three more stepped into the gap, their movements guided by a Machine-Learning Algorithm that was adapting to his every move.

The fighter clutched his neck, which was suddenly bleeding, and he collapsed on the floor. Bianca’s face turned as white as a sheet. “That’s impossible! How can you still kill?” Her eyes widened in shock. Logically, a fighter poisoned with the Decina Neutralizing Fragrance would not even have the strength to move, let alone kill. Besides, the Winter family’s fighter that she had sent to attack Dustin was not weak. He was a seventh grade fighter. Yet, Dustin had killed him with just one move. It looked like it had not even taken much effort.

Whosoever that came here was hell bent on passing through, and they were also very good. “Do you think this was done by a single person?” I asked Lloyd. His gaze stretched from where we stood till it went ahead and he shook his head. “There’s only one way to find out.” He turned to me. “We examine the pattern of kills.” “The pattern of kills?” I blinked. “Every fighter, warrior and mage has a pattern of fighting style,” came in Xavier. “You will see it in their pattern of kills. It is impossible to fake or hide. You can tell who a fighter is by his pattern of kills.”

The three of them lined up, ready to go, and for a moment, all I could hear was the steady beat of my own heart. Then it began. And they were formidable, each of them possessing their own unique fighting styles. Nasir was unpredictable and wild. His movements were sharp, fast, and aggressive. I had seen him take down opponents before with raw force, relying on his instincts more than strategy. Liam, on the other hand, was precise. Every move he made was calculated, methodical. He studied his opponents before making a strike, his attacks deliberate and lethal. And then there was Xander, swift and powerful. His speed was almost inhuman, his strikes landing with the kind of force that could kno

His growls were filled with mockery, his confidence evident. "You’re weak, Xander," Victor sneered, circling him. "You can’t even protect the ones you care about. Pathetic." Xander didn’t falter. His golden eyes burned with fury as he lunged, slamming Victor to the ground. The tide of the fight began to turn, Xander’s strength overpowering Victor’s speed. I gripped the edge of the rock, my body trembling as I watched the fight unfold. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.