Full Body Armament Haki Novels & Stories

It was hard to believe that just the two of them had at least 49 Soul Armas inside their mind palace. Each of these soul armas appeared extremely daunting and rarest of its kind. When Holt and others members saw the huge pile of gleaming soul armas, a greedy drool dripped down their lips. "Good! See? It wasn't that difficult now, was it? If you had done that from the beginning…we wouldn't have to resort to threat and extortion…" Soon every weapon, Armor or shield which they owned was lying kissing the muck and grime on the ground. The crowd's eyes were glowing with blatant greed. Maira and Nakiya were now standing completely defenseless and with no gears or equipment on their bodies.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor. "I've hacked the rig's automated defenses," the Ghost said. "You have a five-minute window to board before they reboot. Move." Leo grabbed one of the rifles, checking the chamber. He handed the other to Silas. Silas winced as he took it, his shoulder screaming, but his grip was steady. "Armor," Silas said. They strapped on the kevlar vests. It was bulky, heavy, but it made them look like soldiers. Leo helped Silas tighten the straps, his hands lingering on Silas’s chest.

"And if I can't understand?" Silvan simply raised his hands. Clack! Clack! All 36 men in the black robes took out unique firearms and disengaged the safety, aiming in Harvey's direction. "These weapons are specialized firearms Country A created against martial arts elites. Their bullets are created from toxins that could deal with True Warriors that Grand City has perfected. The ones with weapons are trained elites who with god-like accuracy and an iron will. If all 36 of them pull the trigger at the same time, even a living legend who has reached the level of uniting Man and Nature has to take a step back," Silvan explained calmly.

The bone-cannon Hound raised its arm to fire, while the armored brawler Hound crouched, ready to rush him the moment he dodged. Karate relies on the joints, Baraka remembered, his mind racing at a thousand miles an hour. Armor can't be seamless over a joint, or the limb can't move. "Come on," Baraka wheezed, the violet sparks hissing through his gritted teeth. The cannon Hound fired. Another hyper-calcified spike tore through the air. Baraka didn't redirect it this time. He engaged the absolute maximum output of his Overclock speed. The world froze.

These were only the first four, the drone had sighted at least twelve. “H-6 to your front!” Frank’s warnings comes in just in time, as a squad of armed guards barge into the room in a disturbingly calculated tactical maneuver, clearing corners and their weapons directed at the Arbiters. H-6’s visor gave him the stats before his eyes could even process them; just like the earlier catch, they carried pulse fire SMG’s meant to disintegrate upon impact, perfect for use in areas surrounded with extremely volatile substances, and combat body armor ideal for close quarters.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

I suddenly wonder if he already knew before that I'm his stepmother. Did he know me when we first met at the bar? Right, he asked me about it so I assume that he didn't know. I looked at him from head to toe. He's sporting a Light Brown Stretchy Khaki Pants, a Half Sleeve Gray T-shirt and he partnered it with a White Lace Up Rubber Shoes. A wristwatch was on his left pulse. He looks neat and handsome. He's indeed Soren's son.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.