Rengoku Breathing Style 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.

He summoned the Ryū no Tsubasa Jutsu (Dragon Wings). From his solar plexus, a blinding orange light exploded and then his entire body became swathed in flames. The fire was a blazing robe that wrapped his body, shining a brilliant yellow even in the sun, but its inside, the layer closest to his body, was blue. Next, he leapt high and forward while pulling back both his arms and thrusting out his knees, right slightly ahead of left. The movement of his arms produced a loud flapping sound of flames. When he got near enough, he delivered a barrage of pedaling kicks on Ganzorig’s chest, rocking the bounty hunter back like a straw dummy.

The force of which sent him crashing into the wall. “ Huh. I don’t know what’s happening here, but I see your fighting style is still the same. Just charge straight ahead without thinking. Just like back then.” Kronos said, jumping back several feet, closed his eyes, and opened them again, channeling Mana to activate the Ryuijin in both his eyes. The man slowly turned around and hissed when he saw the eyes of Kronos. He ran at Kronos, but due to his ability to manipulate both his and his opponent’s perception of time, it looked to Kronos as if he were running in quicksand.

He even forgot to breathe because of the shock. After a few seconds, Bella pulled back. “Reno! Focus! Breathe now!” Reno tried, and one full breath finally entered his lungs. He coughed a little, but it felt much lighter. Bella panicked again. “One more time. Sorry if this is awkward!” She gave him another breath. Reno received the air, and slowly his lungs began working again. After two attempts, his breathing started to stabilize. Bella stepped back slightly. “Reno? Can you breathe?”

I stepped the wrong way. “No,” Ronan said, gently grabbing my wrist and guiding me to the correct angle. “Here. Move here. Always toward your stronger side first.” His hand lingered a second longer than necessary. My pulse jumped. We tried again. This time I dodged more, partly because I was actually learning, partly because I didn’t want Ronan touching my wrist again and making my heart explode. After a few minutes, I was panting. Ronan watched me carefully. “Your breathing is wrong,” he said.

I made small moaning sounds as our kiss deepened. His tongue danced around wildly with mine as they twirled around together in my mouth. I found it more difficult to breathe as our kiss continued. Ren sucked on my mouth and tongue and changed the angle of our kisses multiple times until I was completely out of breath and my head felt light like it was in the clouds. “Just give yourself to me. Do as I say, Rin,” Ren whispered thickly into my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, and it sent delicious shivers across my body.

He recoiled slightly, not out of fear, but out of a sudden, desperate need to re-establish the distance that the night had obliterated. "Don't," Arung croaked, his voice sounding like dry parchment rubbing together. He didn't look at Rangga; he stared instead at the doorway where the mist was beginning to churn, agitated by the wind. "The fever has broken, but the connection hasn't. Keep your focus on your breathing. If you lose the rhythm, the mountain will start pulling on your lungs again."

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

Noah crouched as he controlled his breathing as he hid atop a densely branched tree. The Crouching Tiger Breathing Technique he had learnt from the Norton house circulated as he controlled his breathing and gathered strength. As an experienced veteran, he knew it was impossible to outrun his assailants as they were probably an entire Realm above him, so he would fight using his environment. It didn't take long for two men to walk into the clearing below him. The two arrogantly displayed their Intermediate Realm battle power. Even their Battle Souls hung in the air behind them.

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.