Ma Kensei の小説・ストーリー

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Kyle grunted as Ryu pushed him back with his sword. “The Art of Tai, pretty good weakness on my technique. If it were another person, you’d be dead in a minute.” He chuckled. Kyle growled, pushing and pushing himself for more power. His muscles began to expand, his strength increasing, and his body physique was now better than a gymnast who’d work out for 30 years. “Sorry, Kyle, please don’t do this.” Madonna ran forth. I scanned the area, searching for any suspicious person who could have saved Madona from the tree I had tied her to. She knew who I was, and if I let her speak, she might damage my reputation, and my mission would then be incomplete.

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

“You damn bastard! I left you for just a month, but you invited another man to have sex with you?! You perverted bastard!” * Meanwhile, in the forest on the right, Kenzo and several mafia members were seen killing the people who were disrupting their journey. Even though there were only six of them, they completely dominated the fight, especially Kenzo. Kenzo was Law's student and the only person trained directly by Law, so his fighting style was very similar to Law's. He used a light but sharp knife, long enough to kill his enemies. His movements were also very fast and precise, as if no one could escape his attacks.

“That’s right. I killed him. But, I don't believe you came here today to avenge him. I didn't expect a person like you, a grandmaster figure of Japan Kendo, would accept this kind of underground bounty mission for money.” “Hahahahaha, your Harusame family’s ancestors were all disgraced by you.” “Baka!” Kenzo seemed to be offended by Ash. He couldn't help but curse out loud and charge toward Ash while wielding a Katana sword in his hand. Ash blocked Kenzo’s attack as fast as he could. Both of them showed their absolute strength and fought each other madly on the deck. In the blink of an eye, both sides had exchanged dozens of movements of the swords.

Uncle Shinji compliment us she likes calling us boys,. "Ofcourse uncle we are good at acting innocent like we cant even hit a people act hahaha" Kenzo said with laugh the other kings laugh to yes we acted us a bait with innocents we know that one of our members is a spy so acting like we cant even kill was a success.

“Gator, this is Nya,” Slate, the dragon king, said as Nya followed him over to where the others were training. The fellow in question, a ginormous man, only an inch or so shorter than Slate himself, with massive, bulging muscles, was dressed all in black, a similar outfit to the one Slate always wore, except there were no red accents. Gator eyed Nya for a moment, his eyes traveling from her head to her toes and then back again. He nodded, his dark, shoulder-length hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head. “Nya?” he questioned.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

> XI: Busted < -KakuiPotato *** "Oi! Fall on your knees!" Kaifei pulled down Ken'ichi when he stood up and stared at the Master who just came in front of them. "It's okay, Kaifei." the Master smiled. I don't understand. I thought... I thought he was dead? H-How come he's... alive? He's the real one, right? H-He's... "Old man..?" Ken'ichi muttered and took a glimpse at the master once again.

Hahaha, Song Ji you better shut up and not help this arrogant boy. "I won't help you if you already have it. Please..." Song Ji said retreating backwards graciously without a hint of nervousness. Ki Jo then smiled playfully at Long Chen, releasing his aura that was in his eighth-level sky realm. "It seems Senior Ki Jo doesn't know who that masked youth is." We Meimei said calmly. She was also certain that Ki Jo would suffer for daring to fight Long Chen, who had made even the entire eastern continent's army unable to do anything to him. Moreover, even the first and fourth elders of the Long family couldn't do much against Long Chen.