Rengoku Breathing Style Novels & Stories

But facing these two people, he was not sure of winning the battle. "Humph. I'm here for the star spirit. I'll let you go for the time being. I'll come and kill you when I'm free." Boom! A terrible five-colored storm, like a demonic dragon, swept toward the Son of God. Immortal Master Qingyu raised his hand, and his Internal Breath surged. His Internal Breath was blue, a special kind of Internal Breath with the attribute of water. Therefore, his Internal Breath could surge like a sea. Numerous water arrows that were dozens of meters long shot toward the Son of God as if they would penetrate the void.

This was also what he has been doing for the past twelve days. As Chen began practicing the second stage of Gentle Palms which only included the method of refining his hand to increase the destructive capabilities of the 32 stances, he felt his meager spirit energy depleting. The moment it depleted, Chen's breathing would refine more spirit energy in the surroundings and fill his light spirit capacity. 'Just focus on the breathing... until you no longer need to focus on it,' Chen kept repeating the phrase. He had tried to hypnotize himself like the memory skill of his but the result was barely adequate. Instead, that day, he almost lost his left nipple to Lone Bone's assault.

Just tell me about master; Aldophus pestered with a look of anger on his face. Well the Seven Acupoints Breathing technique is the true dragon amongst men as one would need all his Seven Acupoints destroyed and reforged to begin this technique, this isn't the end, you'll also need to be struck by Divine Lightening everytime you make an advancement in growth. I'll take it Aldophus immediately felt that this technique was made for him. "Listen this technique cuts of all your path towards any other element, although you already have lightening in you, I'm just sounding you this reminder".

"It's going to be alright, Ruby. Take a deep breath, slowly. Match your breath with me. Could you do that? Yes, like that. Good." Ruby took several more trembling breaths, noticeably easier and deeper than before. Rion bit his lower lips, feeling like he had hit the bottom well of his spirit energy, and now he needed to squeeze out every drop. He couldn't hold back his cough when he felt more than hear a sharp and crisp sound of something cracked inside his chest. "Master...." Ruby whined lowly. Her eyes were still scrunched shut, with brows pinched together in a grimace. Her exhales came out as puffs of smoke in the air. As if the breath she let out was hotter than the surrounding air.

Yes, that is the effect. Prince Kazexian and Prince Kanzuka began to stick their index fingers, then focused on the inner energy. They both play games without referees or judges. While Prince Kim and Prince Kazame, they used to practice martial arts. Sitting sweetly in chairs with their faces staring at each other and smiling, while their legs fought with each other.

Kenji’s POV I seat myself at Luna Aiyana’s desk and wait for Jamari to make her way to me. Ren is pacing in my head making my human half anxious. Getting up, I turn to look out the window behind the Luna’s desk. Maybe some breathing exercises can help calm me and Ren. Slowly, I take a deep breath in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, release for four seconds, hold for four more seconds. By the end I can feel myself loosening up.

There was no mockery in his eyes, only a faint flicker of warning. “Strong isn’t the right word.” He paused. “Reo doesn’t fight you. He fights your rhythm — your tempo, your resolve. Before you realize it, he’s already dictating the pace. He makes your strength useless.” Soi Kihyun interjected, flipping through notes on his tablet. “That matches the reports. Reo’s known for his ‘Readflow’ technique reading muscle tension, breathing patterns, micro-movements. It’s borderline predictive fighting.” Yoon Seungmin leaned over Joonwoo’s shoulder, whispering with a grin.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

It wasn’t just because Raven was busy; the sessions were more peaceful without him. Gia sat down to regulate her breathing. “All done,” the instructor said, helping her stand, looking visibly relieved. Today’s session was calmer, though Matteo’s piercing gaze made the instructor uneasy. Unlike Gia, the instructor preferred Raven’s presence despite his constant complaints—he didn’t exude an aura that sent shivers down one’s spine. “Practice the breathing exercises like today every morning. It will help strengthen the pushing muscles for when those two bundles decide to meet the world,” the instructor said sweetly, patting Gia’s belly.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"