Naofumi Vs Motoyasu Novels & Stories

Nnaji shook his head, "this is not my battle and I don't want to have anything to do with your family issue," "They are not my family," Uche hissed before turning his attention to Ejima, "I will enjoy killing you this time." Ejima did not wait again. She swung her sword, aiming for his head. But like the previous times, he deflected the blow easily and pushed her back with his feet. "I will take everything from you," He glared and brought down his sword. Ejima tried to avert the attack, but the blow was too intense and she found herself struggling to keep her feet stable. Her bones were shaking, and the blister in her palms made her lose grip of her sword.

Most times it never got to end well cause there were a lot of casualties from both business rivals. Spilling of blood was inevitable, and this was the major reason I was fucking going. Liam and Max wouldn't be able to face the heat alone. They were no match for the head of the Morano family. I was the only one who could go toe to toe with the fucking bastard. And I would make sure to rip off his stupid heart before I can return. I pushed up from my position, and made my way out to my bedroom. With how calm the mansion was, everyone must have fucking left.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

"By "Even more muscle than sense," Nomo said bluntly, rolling his eyes. He dismissed Somito and turned back toward Sofia, cupping his thumb and forefinger around her chin and tilting her face up so that he had no choice but to look at her. "Well, what you want, then? Two men fighting over you?"

Monica nodded and asked, "What about the other one?" Fusae then pointed her finger at a man of above-average height who had an extremely athletic build, and his most notable feature was his mop of messy, dark brown hair like seaweed. His face was handsome and because of his body and temperament, he also attracted a lot of attention from the females in this venue. "He's a new fighter of Nogi Group. His name is Tokita Ohma. I don't know anything else about him," Fusae said calmly. Her tone was very calm from the beginning to the end, showing her professionalism as a secretary of Togo Tomari.

However, Naomi had a typically skinny masculine body and was quite short compared to Mio. Anyone who ever paid attention to the match would be inclined to believe in Mio. But, Julia was wrong. Despite the different physique, Naomi was on par, no, she seemed to be stronger than Mio. “Come, come to me.” Naomi spoke up and took a step forward as the bloody dagger that she drew from her own blood was grasped in her hand. She didn’t have to worry about anything. Her own people had circled them both and isolated them so that no interference could do any harm to any of them. This fight would only end once one of them dropped dead.

He tilted his body and fell to the ground with a thud, almost swallowing his breath. "Do you think you are qualified to be my enemy?" Zhou Tian looked at Nobuo Matsushima, who was lying on the ground, with disdain, and said coldly. Nobuo Matsushima fell to the ground and groaned. He was so angry that he was going crazy. He couldn't beat Zhou Tian, so he found Tamao Takeda of the Waveman Group. He didn't do anything to Zhou Tian, but Songdao Youmeiwas caught by Zhou Tian.

“Forget it. He is nothing more than a cripple now. It’s not worth putting so much effort into him. If he had some real ability, Nanako wouldn’t be so badly injured!” Hiroshi quickly stated, “Actually, we can’t blame Yamamoto-san for this matter. It’s mainly because Nanako-san’s opponent’s coach was simply too powerful…” “Powerful?” Yahiko snorted and said contemptuously, “Tanaka, you may have some kind of misunderstanding about the word powerful. Let me tell you, the truly powerful skill is not karate or any of those martial arts, but it’s Japanese Ninjutsu and Onmyoji. Those are the real extraordinary powers. Yamamoto’s karate is just some lame and unpractical skills of the ordinary people!

He responded. I heaved, turning my back to leave. “I thought you were going to kill me there. I’m glad you gave me a second chance to show you that I’m worthy of your trust.” Craig let out. “Make Daddy proud.” If he hadn’t held still and trusted me then, he’d be dead. Ryu’s flame technique, even though it was just at 20 percent, was enough to burn off his entire body. There was no way they’d cut his skin and he’d regenerate those parts. It was a technique more potent than the wolfsbane.

Otherwise, he would end up worse than Nobita. All the other elites from the other Island Nation schools of martial arts could only watch in disbelief. They knew Harvey was very powerful and could fight with a sword saint for hundreds of rounds. However, they thought Harvey had only won after using a sneak attack. Nobita was one of the three primary disciples of the Shinto Way. No matter how weak he was, he should be able to fight with Harvey for dozens of rounds. The Islanders didn't know what to say when Nobita failed so easily.