Naruto Vs Zoro Novels & Stories

Andrea rolled under the vanity, her only intelligent thought being, Get away. When she looked up again, Zain had a handful of the ninja's robes and kicked repeatedly, kneeing the ninja attacker in the stomach, landing a foot against the guy's thigh. It was like watching UFC, except it wasn't an even match at all. The ninja tried to swipe at Zain and he just...floated...out of the guy's reach. The ninja grappled with Zain, wrenching at his arms. Zain lost his hold and the ninja backpedaled toward the door, whirled, and sprinted away.

I nodded. I stepped forward and placed my palm over his heart. The moment I touched him, I felt something pass between us. Heat. Power. Pain. My vision blurred for a second. Ryu didn’t move, but his breathing deepened, and I saw his eyes glow faintly. The bond had awakened. I stepped back. The fight began. Ryu moved like lightning. He was fast, but Theron was stronger. Every punch shook the ground. Bones cracked. Blood spilled. I couldn’t look away. My heart beat so loudly I thought it would shatter in my chest. Every time Ryu fell, he got back up. But I saw it—Theron was holding back. He was playing with him.

He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul. "My friend how have you be been, still dashing as always." Zaro interrupt the silence with a gestured bow. "You know why I am here, and I demand you to stop! " The God from heaven threatened raising his sword at him with hubris. "Anwir don't get so hasty." Zaro chuckled with a smirk, then starts walking to the god named Anwir. Anwir lunged from his horse to Zaro holding his Adamantite sword straight to his neck stopping him from walking, holding his hand up in defense.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

It’s no wonder he’s so bold! Meanwhile, Zayn was thinking, ‘This Raiden guy is even greater than Jonah Fann. In fact, he is almost on par with Ezra Sword.’ After briefly sounding out each other, they shifted their gaze away. They could see each other’s strength and willpower, so they both regarded their opponent as a mortal enemy. Only one of them would walk away from this with his life. This first encounter was already so mutually antagonistic and irreconcilable, it was as if they had been foes in their previous lives.

Zoro sighed, before walking over to where I was seated. I started off by asking him if he has a girlfriend or a mate, and about his family. Zoro's face darkened at the mention of family, and anger oozed from every pore in his body. I quickly changed the topic and asked him about things he likes, but I only got a terse reply from him. "Forgive my manners," I apologized. "I didn't even offer you a glass." "That won't be necessary," he replied. "I'm fine."

LOST! Narakashura was shocked. His attack failed, but Arya Santanu's succeeded. Arya Santanu kicked Narakashura's body and beat the demon in quick succession. Narakashura could not keep up with Arya Santanu's movements and agility. He felt that instead of darting in various directions, he was moving by disappearing from one place to another. A hard kick lodged in Narakashura's body. He was thrown far away with his body spinning around and hitting the water surface repeatedly.

"I was about to head to Ol' Mare to deal with you myself. Never thought you'd show yourself here. You saved me from making the trip!" At that, all 80 men surrounded Alexander. John stood behind Mark with a darkened gaze. He did some stretches to warm up. Zoro drew his sword and rubbed his fingers on the blade. He looked murderous. John was famous for his fighting skills internationally. He had once gone up against many gangs and groups all alone. Zoro's swordplay was not to be reckoned with as well. He could attack his opponent six times within a second, enough to kill many sword-fighting champions.

Malik also sprinted to attack Zora, and he was set to use Zora's unhinged rage, to his own advantage. In the next few seconds, Malik and Zora clashed in a fierce battle, and the air became instantly thick with resentment. The sounds of snarls and roars echoed through the trees. In the center of the clearing, as the brutal battle got underway. On one side was Malik, standing tall, and his muscles rippling under his fur as he faced off against Zora, who was equally imposing and enraged, fresh off the loss and drowning of his life's work. Zora's golden fur stood at attention, and his powerful muscles rippled as he snarled vigorously at Malik.

His presence was suffocating, and every instinct in Karina screamed at her to run, to get away, but her feet were rooted to the spot. The man’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "I’m the one who is going to take Zorana for myself. And you—" He stepped closer, his eyes scanning her as if she were nothing more than a pawn in a game he had already won. "You’re the one who’s going to help me." Karina’s breath caught in her throat. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"