Novel & Cerita Reverse Blade Kenshin

"It's the good place to die for a demon." No time wasted, Yushiro lunges with his blade aiming at the demon prince. Unfortunately, Kenshi was well trained, he dodged the sharp blade. "Wew! My head could've flown somewhere now," Kenshi said, laughing. "You really intend to kill without getting to know me?" Yushiro didn't want to fail this time so he didn't answer but charged again. This time, the demon's dagger met Yushiro's blade. "You're really strong, Yushiro," Kenshi remarked beaming at Yushiro.

If it blows, he takes the first structural kick. Again. Always. Another man making himself the price. The Phantom Blade is still in the cable housing. I rip it free with a jerk of the wire and turn the blade toward the final lead instead of Renn. The countdown hits 00:19. Damian looks at me. For once, he does not tell me no. I cut. The fuse dies. For half a second, nothing happens. Then the water below the gallery rises in a black sheet. It comes up wrong, not splashing, not foaming, lifting like an elevator full of night.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

Ken instantly noticed this peculiarity, and his senses fully focused on his surroundings while guarding Lyor from the insidious and clever attacks of their enemies that his silly younger brother could not see. Other than the two rugged blades coming out of the darkness from time to time to attack them, over a dozen or so hidden weapons have already been thrown to the two of them, and Ken is already sweating due to taking the brunt of it. The annoying thing is that he could not sense the presence of their attackers at all. Ken’s short sword flexibly twirled and flashed around him, and three flying daggers were thrown back to where they came from along with Ken’s rushing figure that did not wa

Beyond, the other two were scrambling towards their bikes to escape. Keron and Razion pursued to intercept them. Keron hopped over a foldable chair and kicked another one as he neared his target. He swung his left hand downwards; the gesture was recognized by the Battle Gear and was responded with the extension of his left forearm blade. When the fleeing Dusk Rider was close enough, Keron thrusts his fist forward and impaled the Rider from the back to the chest. He raised the Rider a few inches above ground. Droplets of red dripped from his blade while the dying Dusk Rider twitched for a couple of times before freezing. He retracted the blade back home and the Dusk Rider fell with a muffled

Mona hesitated for a second, then gripped it carefully. "Okay... don't judge me." "I would never," he said calmly. She made the first cut. Slow. Uneven. She squinted slightly. "...I can already feel it," she complained. The chef chuckled again. "Breathe through your mouth," he suggested. She tried. It helped... a little. "This is stressful," she muttered, making another awkward slice. From the hallway, Kane's voice murmured low as he spoke on the phone, his tone controlled, distant.

A kick sent the man trying to sneak up on me straight to a dumpster. The guy with the crazy scar blocked a punch and countered with an elbow to my gut. I grunted, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed hard, but rolled up fast. We clashed again, a whirlwind of punches and kicks. A rib cracked. I growled, adrenaline masking the pain. A swift kick sent him into the car's hood. The men charged again. I spun, taking them down with elbows and knees. The guy leapt onto my back, arm around my throat. I buckled and slammed him onto the pavement.

If I struck too soon, his allies would descend like wolves. And I wasn’t ready for that. Keiran reached into his coat and pulled something out. A knife. Its blade was sharp, polished steel glinting under the moonlight. He flipped it in his hand before offering it to me, hilt first. “Use this,” he said. “When the time comes.” I took it without hesitation, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was smaller than the weapons I trained with, but the edge was deadly. A quick, clean kill.

H-how? How did he do that, how? I am amazed by what I saw. Vander just pierced a kuishinbo, not just pierced, but he blew them into pieces. The moment he swung his sword, it released a powerful shockwave causing the kuishinbo to explode up to its core. The surrounding was damaged as well. What's more shocking is that he did that unconsciously. Amazingly, how is it possible, a necroless guy swung a lightborn that caused a massive shockwave. He didn't even flinch or experienced a recoil as well.