Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi Light Novel Novels & Stories

Yukha felt humiliated and was furious. She completely disregarded her condition and summoned a terrifying blue light from her body, instantly knocking James away. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she quickly covered her body with a blue light, which formed into a new robe. “You’re so shameless, James!” James snorted disapprovingly, “You’re just a bird. Who would be interested in your body? My wife is much better than you.” Yukha was infuriated. She gripped the Honlarne Sword and unleashed a few Sword Lights. Then, she shouted, “Die!”

I smirked. “If you say God.” Takashi scoffed. “Nope. Scarier and a hell of a lot sexier. My wife, Yūri. She already wants you dead, and that was just a shot to my arm. You kill me, you are going to get your heads removed slowly and her Kitsune card shoved down your severed neck.” I smirked.

he shouted before sprinting towards the enemies. Tara's eyes widened. She was expecting that Iwaoka will be mad and berate her for being hot-headed right now. Then it narrowed as her grin came back. "As if you surpass me!" she shouted back. Meanwhile, the sky darkened above the east side of the battlefield. Lightning struck down and several enemies were thrown off the ground, turning into ashes. Siri Jōn slashed, hacked and stabbed his sword with expertise. His mind was busy invading each soldier's memories to get more information about them.

Several times Arya Santanu managed to slash at the body of Narakashura who was still in pain from the spear of light that pierced her. "Light element technique; space erasing cube!" From her right hand, Arya Santanu created a cube of light the size of her hand. The cube immediately shot towards the body of Narakashura, who was lying limp after being hit by successive attacks from the light saber. Arya Santanu slammed the eraser cube into Narakashura's back. WHAT?! Narakashura was shocked. The eraser cube instantly removed the part that was hit. And with Arya Santanu's command, the eraser cube enlarged and annihilated Narakashura's body.

The precision. The control. The way he adapted instantly to a stronger opponent. Vaelreth had seen countless warriors fight over the centuries. But Adrian moved like something different. Something sharper. The duel intensified. Kharvek roared in frustration, swinging harder now, his strikes becoming reckless with anger. Adrian blocked another blow— But this time the force sent him sliding backward across the stone. The court leaned forward. Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike.

Yian Mei just stays put at her position while looking at her hand that was being invaded with light by his Shizun power, full of astonishment. To be continued.

After isekai dashed at the already retreated warriors they also charged at him but at one point in time Isekai initiated ninjitsu vanishing steps as he went once more in a blur appearing once again before the first man. This! The man said but then slumped before even knowing how exactly he died, Isekai has used shadowless ninja slits the throat once again leaving a tiny cut at the man's throat.

shouted Afifah further boosting 45 Mizuki "I really don't want to do this. But for Alice's sake, I always try to do everything neatly and will definitely make you happy!" Mizuki giggled "Please, let go of me--- Arkhhhhh--!" groaned Afifah as the sharp knife that had been in Mizuki's hand moved to her face. Stabbed one of his eyeballs. Afifah's vision was blurry, it hurt so much when the wound mixed with the salt from her tears. "Arghhh!" she screamed again as Mizuki pulled out the knife very slowly. As if enjoying the pain he was feeling right now.

Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri. Holy Fuck! Maybe those Yakuza stories she tells Forrest aren’t just tall tales. “RYOTA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON THESE BOYS!” she shouted like a little avenging angel as she glared down at her son-in-law. Everyone was frozen in place. All our eyes were on the scene before us. Yūri slowly unsheathed her katana, the afternoon sun reflecting off the steel.