You Can't Defeat Me I Know But He Can Mga Nobela at Kwento

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY He said and I heaved a sigh of relief and patted my chest, thankfully this trick still works else who knows when he will stop his argument, nobody can win against him in argument, in fact he is the king of argument, he loves bickering like a child, no wonder he and Mato fight almost all the time they are together.

He will prefer dying but he won't let me win and he won't let his ego defeat. #note: check the funny author note from me in the next two reviews.

-I’m here, how can I help? -I don’t know- He says, sounding defeated. He slides a look at me and I swear my heart is floating from my body. I have nothing to offer in this fight. There is no way my mediocre fighting skills can do anything other than get in the way and make things worse. Maybe being close to him will help. The two ultimas circle each other, looking for the next mistake they can take advantage of. Me being here will either help Axel or it will get him killed.

My training to master the elements paid off, and I felt confident in my abilities. "You can't defeat me, Wendell," I said, my voice echoing across the battlefield. "Your reign of terror ends now." Wendell scoffed at me, his eyes full of malice. "You think you can stop me, little wolf? I have a power beyond your wildest dreams. I am unstoppable." But I refused to be intimidated. I sent a gust of wind in his direction, and he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. The earth trembled beneath him as he struggled to regain his balance.

"But do you really think you can uncover the truth and defeat me? You underestimate the power I hold." Victor squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering. "We have faced demons and triumphed over adversity before," he declared, his voice resolute. "The Phantom, your reign ends now. Your games and manipulations will be exposed for all to see." A derisive laugh erupted from The Phantom's lips, echoing through the cavernous space. "You think you can defeat me? You know nothing of what I'm capable of, the secrets I hold. I am invincible."

I couldn’t let it end like this. "Get back!" I forced out, my voice raw with pain. "I’ll... I’ll figure something out." But even as I said the words, I knew they were hollow. I had nothing left, no strength, no power. I was broken, defeated, and the mastermind knew it. "You see, Sera?" the mastermind taunted, their voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "This is the price of defiance. This is what happens when you fight against the inevitable."

"Don't drive me away, but before I will go you must know that I'm number four, and I know you were destined, but before you will try your best to defeat me, I will go first before you, catch this!" Motherfcker, what kind of man was this, he wasn't just strong but he had a dazing hands which I could not looked at it directly because it seemed to be a dazing sun.

"Much better than you know me." "And even with your daddy's help, you'll never be able to overpower me." He mockingly added. How the fuck did he know about all this ? My eyebrow raised, "Why so sure ?" Once i take over, i'll have the same power as him. Or does he not know about this part of the deal ?

I asked. “Whoever wins!” he immediately answered, a growl rumbling in his chest. “It doesn’t matter who it is; I will win without a problem and without your aura.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you absolutely sure about that?” “Very. The only one that could ever defeat me in a fight was Alek. None of these assholes were ever on our level!” he sneered, shooting them a furious glare. “I got it! After this fight, I will set him free from my aura so you can whoop his ass.”

And that unsettles me more than if he’d smirked. The elevator dings at the tenth floor but continues down. “I don’t need leverage,” he continues. “If I wanted power in this building, I’d take it the traditional way.” “And what way is that?” “Results.” Arrogant. Calculated. Infuriating. “You’re very sure of yourself,” I say. “I don’t waste energy being unsure.” I search his face for cracks. There’s something there. Not indifference. Restraint. Like he’s holding back more than he’s showing.