Ryu Hanbi Novels & Stories

*Chibi = small When he said that, Kim Jae headed for a sports motorbike parked not far from them. Hmm ... there was such an adorable call earlier. Kim Jae deliberately called Kenkyo as 'Chibi'. There was no time, the five bandits were getting closer to them. Kim Jae is not interested in fighting right now. After all, he was with Kenkyo at the moment, it would be dangerous for this woman to act like a hero. We don't know whose motorcycle it is, the most important thing for Kim Jae right now is to run away from the bandits.

I muttered as my eyes traced the little streams of water flowing between the stone paths leading to the reception. "I'm glad that you like my creation, Mrs. Hart." I raised my eyes and saw a handsome Asian man in his early fifties standing in front of us. His black hair was perfectly combed up, and his complexion was more flawless than mine in my middle twenties. "I apologize if I startled you." He chuckled, smoothing his navy suit jacket. "I'm Soon Han. You may call me Han." His eyes shifted from me to Aiden, and he gave him a little nod.

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

After the seventh qualifiers ended, there are only eight people left so far Yao Tai. Zhi Rou. Momo from the Torture Club. Dong the owner of the wind spear.Feng Han, the son of a middle sect master, was nominated as the best contender. And Kang, the owner of the sword movement. Baek from the Buddha Temple, only the "Sage Buddha's Palm" technique has come out so far. And then Choi from the phoenix family, which means a pure person, which is like the purity of water, thus reflecting the vitality of the phoenix

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”