Read Deceptive shadows, and ascendant among all which is on meganovel, as the two stories are connected to world war zero. Or should I say wwx is connected to both stories?
As the rain continued to pour, merging with the tension in the air, Clark felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He couldn’t let Fushi be taken without a fight, and the looming presence of Kabuchi and Bexol only fueled his anger."You want a scene? Fine. I'll give you one!" Clark shouted, his voice echoing against the backdrop of the storm. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he prepared to unleash his fierce, claw-like strikes.Kabuchi smirked, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "That's the spirit! You think you can take us both on? I like the odds!"Bexol, however, remained stoic, assessing Clark with a calculated gaze. "This isn't just a fight; it's a test of will. Are you prepared to lose everything for your student?"Clark’s heart raced. He knew what was at stake. Fushi wasn’t just a student—he was someone the Head general had left in his care. "I won't let you lay a finger on him! You want a fight? Then let’s see what you’ve got!"With that
"No! What happened?" Fushi's voice cracked with anguish as he dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as they reached for the cold, hard ground beneath him. His mind raced with thoughts of loss and confusion, trying to reconcile the sudden turn of events that had led to Neveda's demise."Fushi..." Arianne's voice wavered, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and understanding. "We truly are alike. Why not join us—""Arianne! No need for persuasion, our guests have arrived."As Arianne's words echoed through the chamber, a shimmering portal materialized with a soft hum, revealing a figure stepping through with deliberate grace.General Nazumoto emerged, his presence commanding. His words carried weight as he spoke of lineage and destiny, hinting at a legacy tied to ancient powers and long-standing grudges. Fushi, still reeling from Neveda's death, listened intently, his emotions raw and conflicted."You know," General Nazumoto began, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity, "I come
Shinsui's mind raced, thoughts swirling as he pondered their next move. "What do we do now?" he questioned.Cash's mind raced as well, realizing the gravity of the situation. He glanced at Levi, who nodded in agreement, both of them contemplating the same thing."There's no time for games or trivial squabbles. It's time for war!" Cash thought resolutely.Shinsui voiced a concern, his voice trailing off, "Wait! What about William? I don't see him anywhere..."Cash's heart sank as he heard those words, realizing their grave mistake. He muttered to himself, placing a hand on his head, "We have truly messed up."*_*"I need to finish this quickly, I won't make it if the General comes back, I don't want to kill William, we are the same. And even if I want to, I can't. The shorty asked me to keep him alive." Linton pondered."It still surprises me that you know of my technique. Albeit, I presume you don't know all about it." Linton uttered. "The pole detests the bear, the bear detests the p
William struggled to his feet, pain coursing through his body, but he refused to back down. “I won’t let you destroy yourself!” he declared, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. He steadied his stance, preparing for the next wave of Linton’s assault.“Then prepare to be broken!” Linton roared, launching himself at William with renewed fervor. The two collided in a furious storm of strikes and counters, their auras clashing in a brilliant display of light and darkness.The end was nowhere in sight, and the world around them faded into insignificance as they became lost in the battle, destined to clash until one could no longer stand.The battle between Linton and William reached a fever pitch, the air thick with tension and the reverberations of their fierce combat. Each strike echoed like thunder as the two pushed their limits, their auras colliding in a display of raw power and emotion. But amidst their fierce exchanges, a darker shadow loomed, unseen, waiting for the p
As Clark and Leonard fought side by side, the battle began to tilt in their favor, the tide turning like a sudden storm. The rain fell heavier, mixing with the blood and sweat that painted the battlefield, creating a gruesome tapestry of conflict.Clark felt invigorated by Leonard's presence. Their combined strength was perceptive, a force that surged through the air as they moved with synchronicity. He charged toward Kabuchi, feigning left before switching to a right hook that caught the massive warrior off guard. The punch landed squarely against Kabuchi's jaw, sending him reeling back.“Let’s finish this!” Clark shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could feel the heat of battle igniting a fire within him, a primal urge to protect and conquer.With Kabuchi momentarily dazed, Leonard seized the opportunity. She dashed forward, her sabre gleaming as she struck with precision, aiming for the gaps in Kabuchi’s armor. Her blade sliced through the air, leaving trails of sh
Fushi squared off against General Nazumoto, his heart pounding in his chest, every fiber of his being preparing for the brutal clash he knew was inevitable. Nazumoto's cold gaze fixed on him, the once-trusted general now a twisted force, his aura dark and suffocating. The air around them seemed to tremble, thick with tension, as if even nature itself recoiled from the violence to come.Without warning, Nazumoto charged, his body a blur of motion. Fushi barely managed to raise his arms in defense as the first blow came, a bone-shattering punch aimed straight at his gut. He deflected it at the last second, but the sheer force sent him skidding backward, his boots digging into the ground. Fushi’s arms shook from the impact, and he grit his teeth, already realizing that Nazumoto was much stronger than him.“What's wrong, Fushi? You're holding back!” Nazumoto taunted, his voice cold and mocking. He surged forward again, faster this time, and Fushi barely ducked under a powerful roundhous
“Welcome, everyone,” Joe’s voice echoed through the passage like a knife through the silence, cold and sharp. Slowly, he removed the mask that covered his face, revealing his chilling smile.“To whom this information may concern,” he continued, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam, “this will be the last time you draw breath as a living entity.” His words sent an icy shiver through the air, his tone unyielding and final. “Now, some of you may be wondering where you are. No need to fret, you are in my pathways.” He spread his arms, gesturing to the bleak, dark corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. “They lead to nothing but death. Fighting is useless. Surrender? Equally so. Unless, of course,” he paused, his smile widening, “you are special. Special to me.”Joe’s gaze swept over the faces before him. Some stared back in terror, others in cold defiance. But as his eyes settled on a figure lurking in the shadows, his grin turned more sinister. "And for those
Clark’s face was tight with worry as he paced back and forth, his fists clenched in frustration. The weight of the situation was suffocating, and he couldn't shake the image of Fushi being dragged away. He needed answers, and fast.“You said they took him?” Leonard Iris asked, her voice measured, though there was a sharp edge to her words. She stood with her arms crossed, watching Clark intently.Clark nodded, his voice strained as he explained, “They took him, Leonard. Fushi is gone, and I don’t know where they’ve taken him.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How bad is it, Leonard? Tell me straight.”Leonard sighed, her eyes darkening. "It’s bad, Clark. Not as bad as it could be, but bad enough. We’ve got most places under control. The soldiers Joe’s been funding with W-5 money? Defeated. The Limo clan? They’re neutralized. But Joe and the rest of his nefarious crew are still out there. And they’re not going to go down easily.”Before Clark could respond, a brillia