Novel & Cerita Victorious Stage Fighting

“The Council is watching. If this gets too dangerous, they’ll intervene.” “Don’t. Whatever happens, let it play out.” I needed to prove myself without help. “Very well. But Aria, remember what I taught you. Power means nothing if you don’t control it. Stay focused. Stay smart.” Victor was already in the arena when I entered. He’d stripped to just pants, showing off his massive muscles and countless scars. Trying to intimidate me with his size. I wore simple fighting clothes. No need for theatrics. The crowd quieted as Elder Marcus stepped forward to officiate.

His fighting style was unlike any of the others, brimming with a wiry, almost feline grace that allowed him to deftly defeat his opponents with ruthless efficiency. Within the span of a few fleeting heartbeats, he had another challenger flat on his back, yielding with Dedrick’s claws poised at his throat. One by one, the survivors dwindled until only six remained, their chests heaving. The crowd roared once again, and the winners of the second round pumped their fists triumphantly. I glanced over to see the Elders murmuring amongst themselves while the third round was prepared, but Olivia was still as stoic as ever. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

" Under everyone's gazes, Wyatt stomped the ground with one foot and levitated again. He landed steadily on the stage. "This time, I won't hold back anymore!" Wyatt's face contorted viciously. He exuded the full force in his body and reached his maximum strength instantly! Strong gusts of wind appeared around him, causing his clothes to flutter loudly. The immense power was rapidly absorbed into his palms. Beneath the stage, Mason got up angrily. Pointing at Wyatt, he demanded, "Wyatt Charlton, how shameless could you be? "The rules of a stage fight state that those who got kicked off the stage would be considered defeated!"

Nathan was determined to take all the responsibility to fight. Suddenly, Nathan leaped up to the tall stage. Ange raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?” Nathan said, “Stop the bullsh*t! Let’s fight.” The two then immediately started battling. Michelle smiled nonchalantly. “With Mr. Pattingson here, it’s obvious as to who would win. I bet this woman wouldn’t even be able to handle three of his attacks.” To her demise, they were already way past three attacks. Nathan didn’t win, but Ange didn’t lose either. The two just kept going back and forth with the attacks, forming a tie.

Every move is executed with precision, showcasing their expertise in combat and battle. Derrick's primal instincts drive him to unleash a flurry of attacks, his fangs bared and his growls reverberating through the night. Master, fueled by determination, counters with a combination of swift strikes and calculated manoeuvres. The clash of their powers creates waves that ripple through the surroundings, leaving a trail of destruction in their way. The fight reaches a crescendo, each combatant pushing themselves to the limits, refusing to back down.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.