Justice And Splendor Ultrakill Novels & Stories

"Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly." "My advise for you pal. Die now, the price on your head is 3 million dollars. The longer you stay alive, the more the price increases, and the stronger the opponent gets." Kim elucidated. "I bet I will survive this" Abel laughed. "So you all want to fight me without a gun. Just a bunch of bows, axes and swords right?" "If you see the daylight of tomorrow. You won't see the sunset." Kim replied. "My Trump card arrives tomorrow morning."

“Now Yuri. Fire.” He then disappeared into thin air. Ryuou Kitagawa snarled at Yuri, a look of pure rage and hatred reflected in his eyes. “So even in death, Kenji Kirisawa still remains with you,” he snarled. “That’s right,” said Yuri, not knowing whether she is replying to his question, or if she is just muttering to herself. “This is the way that the Phantoms of Hati do things.” Her gaze hardened. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you right from the start. This…is our Justice!” Yuri pressed her index finger against the trigger of Odium. “What I’m fighting for…what we’re all fighting for…is for the future!”

How could a frog at the bottom of a well know how big the sky was? Only Justices stared at Samuel in disbelief. Just as the group of people below were about to kick up a fuss, Justices suddenly raised his hand and motioned for them to be quiet. As the person involved, there was probably no one who understood the might of the Overlord Spear better than him. The scarred man merely performed three moves, but he could forcibly dissolve Justices’ extremely strong attack. At the same time, the scarred man could counterattack and attack almost in the blink of an eye.

Inferno Strike is what he used to kill Bradley and Walter, but without it, his strength would drop by at least half. "My Mighty Beast Palm can match it blow for blow. I've got a technique to counter his, plus the edge in level. So tell me, would I be the one dying? Don't make me laugh." When this bald monk chanted Solmortis prayers and talked about Solmortal, his face was full of compassion and mercy. Yet, when it came to killing for treasure, his eyes burned with greed, and his face twisted with desire. Strangely enough, the more corrupt and cunning Franklin showed himself to be, the more Mia adored him.

It did not mean, however, that Krugal wasn't able to feel the level of killing intent. Kragal's sweat was dripping profusely from his brow as he wondered how many men this young man had killed to accumulate such thick killing intent. However, he was not one to back down easily. “A commoner dares to offend me. I will find it difficult to spare you now." Krugal arose as he unsheathed his shining blade from its sheath. 《Dash》 Before he could even finish sheathing his blade, I dashed towards him. 《Super Enhanced》 《Ultra- Amplify》

They lunged at the Tear of the Sun. The crystal began to crack. The pure, golden light inside was being bled out, turning a dark, bruised purple as my shadows infected it. "No! My cure! My eternity!" Solas lunged forward, but Killian was faster. My husband moved like a silver lightning bolt, his broken chains glowing with a righteous Alpha fire. He didn't use a sword; he used his bare claws to tear through Solas’s weakened armor, pinning the mad king to a crumbling pillar.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

They have brought me here. Great play! They are fuc*ing too smart. But they don't know who they have messed with. I guess I am only left with my skills now. Taking out the dagger in my combat. I grip it tightly. To get up. Cracking my neck to get ready for a bloodbath. They attack first and I slide my knife through their thick fur, painting them red like canvas. Their screams echo around as I move at inhuman speed. Dropping their dead bodies one after the other.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

he says coldly. I nod in agreement, satisfied we are on the same page. “I would suggest we have a duel. If he wanted my mate, we would fight it out. I will destroy him one way or another and would prefer to teach him and his friends a lesson,” I state. Colby looks to me, “I do not think a duel is necessary. I will kill him myself,” he replies. “It is my right, as her mate,” I reply strongly indicating I will not have it taken away from me.