Kokushibo Vs Yoriichi Novels & Stories

The sound of the impact has almost hurt Kazuha's ears if it weren't for the hearing aids. The two continued exchanging blows. Kurai and Kazuha saw that Ryosuke’s fighting style to be familiar. Only Cai Kang seems to be aware of the style. After watching a bit more, they realized it is similar to the Cai style but a bit more firm and solid as his focus is on strength and durability. But they noticed that despite being a martial artist, they could tell that Ryosuke is self-taught which is quite rare for a martial artist of his caliber.

“I will make you pay full price for your arrogance, Little Bastard!” Fang Bai spat for a moment before finally moving swiftly to shower Zhou Fu with multiple barrages of attacks. "Unfortunately, you're talking to someone who can't be forced, Swordsman Fang!" Zhou Fu spoke while welcoming Fang Bai's attack. The meeting of the two Yokomoya techniques ensued. Because Yokomoya is a kind of basic skill in certain fields, the user has a full role to make modifications and developments according to their skills.

The young man called Xiaoye shouted as if he had stimulants, "Miyamoto, chop him to death and let this pig know how powerful I am!" However, Yang Xiao's body was as fast as lightning and his speed was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eyes. In an instant, before Miyamoto Ichiro could see Yang Xiao's figure clearly, Yang Xiao was like a peerless God of War. With a swift kick, Shinichi Miyamoto lost his center of gravity like a cannonball and fell hard on the glass wall of the Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.

My happiness was short-lived for the next thing I knew, Toshiro was flat on the ground. Ryu was crouched above him, showering his face with bone-crushing blows. But Toshiro wasn’t weak either. He switched their positions, putting Ryu under him, and began to retaliate but Ryu switched their positions again. Fuck. Things didn’t go the way I thought they would and I couldn’t stop them. I’d just get involved in the fight and that wasn’t an option. Toshiro and Ryu are big and burly. I’m on the lean and slender side. They’ll break me in two so I did the only thing I could.

It was when Kazuo looked at the man carefully that he realized it was his enemy, Ryosuke, who stood in front of him at this time, not other people! “You are…” “It’s me!” Ryosuke lifted his long robe, showed his katana, and instantly drew it out. Kazuo was not a normal person. He immediately responded, and both of them fought. The young man had the advantage. Not to mention that Ryosuke’s knife skill was the top in the ninja world of the East Ocean. Besides, Kazuo felt guilty conscience, so he lost after they fought using a few methods. His arm was cut, and he was in extreme pain.

Other than being an expert in the Refined Blade, Jiro was also a karate expert. His move contained explosive power and speed, pushing all the aspects to the limit. His thigh muscles contained massive power as the kick dropped, breaking even the air. “Jiro is furious. I bet Kaze will die here.” Draig looked serious. He had to admit that Jiro was the strongest opponent that he had ever met since he came back to Arcadia. “Die!” Following Jiro’s shout, his foot came closer to Kaze’s face. In the nick of time, Kaze moved his body to the side using the slightest movement, dodging the attack at a strange angle and with unbelievable nimbleness.

It never occurred to Dorian that Chase could hold his own against someone as powerful as Yuria. Chase might even win the fight after using the Passive Concentration Technique.

“What is your name?” “Ren Shibasaki.” “I see,” said Hekate. “My name is Yuri Kirisawa. It is only common courtesy to let your opponent know your name before a fight. I only have five minutes at most to mess about with you. Let’s not waste any time here.” Ren snorted. “Exactly what I was thinking,” he said. And the next moment, they moved.

Somehow, Kuroyuki's eyes looked up for a split second. "…A little." She answered after blinking twice. She's humble than I thought. Kuroyuki then switched to a fighting right-grip. "A Kumi Kata (組み方)…? It's Judo (柔道)?" "………………" Kuroyuki then switched her stance without replying. A standing technique— tachi waza (立技). Back stance— dwi-kubi (뒷굽이). Horse stance (马步) with her fists on the side of her chest, pigeon-toed.

“I want you to see everything.” The game continued. Fugishigoro lost once. Intentionally, to feed her confidence. He stood and removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted, rock-hard six-pack and defined V-lines disappearing into his trousers. Kyomi’s eyes widened with open hunger. She reached out, tracing her fingers over the ridges of his abs. “So strong…” she murmured.