Local Fighter Shinden Novels & Stories

A faint message written with his blood caught my attention! Meet me at the battlefield - Zephyrus. “Alpha, there’s a message on his forehead!” He opened his grief-stricken eyes and stared at the message. His body trembled with fury and he stood up with a grim look on his face. “Gather everyone and come over to the battlefield, Lena! I want Zephyrus’ blood!” Before I could stop him, he ran, transforming into his wolf, Shadow. I knew he left to face the enemy all by himself. It was too dangerous at his age. I was sure that was what Zephyrus wanted. I mind-linked Hector and summoned him and the rest of the warriors to the battlefield. It was the valley on the other side of Astros Hill, a small

he added and soon after, his spirit turned completely black with a red lining. The spirit, which looks like a shadow, started to take the form of a knight with midnight black armor with a red symbol on the chest part, the same as the mark on Saiya's nape. Like the other shadow that attacked the guard, his face was gone but his eyes turned light blue completely. From his side, a long sword emerged. SAIYA, still unconscious on the outside, found herself in a dark castle with un-lit chandeliers hanging on the high ceiling. The walls are lit by candles and on every corner and foundation, a Knight Statue can be found; standing tall while holding a sword on the front.

Kiran, lying on the ground, tried to move and regain consciousness but felt as if his body had completely broken. Kanpei, with light steps, approached Kiran, releasing more of his powerful aura with each step. "Kanpei Ichiro, Sunland's top fighter!" Konta Yasuda shouted, raising his fist like an enthusiastic fan. "Kanpei Ichiro, Sunland's top fighter!" The crowd's chant echoed across the Pagoda of Nations Square…

Out of the 140 of the lower tier fighters, only 8 were qualified to this round. Their names were; Kim Yu-Jun, Ragged Old Man, Midnight, Kay Lim, Rajesh Kumar, Maple B. Marry, Osman Mehmed, and Matthew Dragunov. They had proven to be the top fighters of the lower ranks and had a fanbase (except for Matthew) of their own. They had earned this opportunity to stand on equal footing as the other 62 fighters.

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

This bandit should at least be an Agility of level five to be able to counter Leonard’s bladed energy attack. ‘How is it possible for a group of bandits to have such a powerful fighter amongst them?’ wondered Zephyr with his brows knitted together. An Agility of a level five fighter belonged at the top of the top. Even the strongest person in the Ahi Dynasty, Shaun Lee, was only an Agility of a level give fighter he knew. His existence was akin to finding a rare creature.

In his right hand, he carried the scythe and gathered chain of his kurasi-gama and, out of sight, he readied the flint and steel in the palm of his left glove. His opponent came in through another hole in the barriers, which he himself sealed after him. Again, Temujin marveled at the warrior’s height and build. He also took a mental note of Aki’s accurate assessment of the guy’s height. The fighter was older than him but not that much, Temujin guessed, but he was definitely the tallest in his village. Add to that the fact that among all the clans the Salamanders tended to have the shortest height, and the match was starting to look like Toryu (the first Slayer) versus the Ri-Tatu dragon, ins

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

They were cold, calculating eyes that assessed my every movement. Without warning, the figure lunged forward, striking with precise movements aimed at my vital points. Each blow carried enough force to disable or kill. I parried the attack, my body remembering its training. As we exchanged strikes, I immediately recognized the distinctive combat style. The way they shifted their weight before striking, the angle of their palm strikes, the specific sequence of attacks – I knew these movements intimately. My eyes widened in shock as realization dawned, momentarily breaking my concentration. "Holly?" I gasped, recognizing the unique fighting technique of my former combat instructor.

I did not know what he mean about that not until Uno launched his first attack. A growl echoed the Arena. The viewers were extremely shock. Uno jumped on Uno and his claws scratched Kyro's back- it was deep. Uno began to launched consecutive attacks that Kyro failed to dodge. Uno's speed and stability is a lot more functional than Kyro's. Blood is now dripping from Kyro's body. "Like I told you. You might kill someone today and that is because Uno can kill that man because of you." I do not know why but I felt a heavy fear for Kyro.