Shaori Fighting Style Novels & Stories

“Are you always such a hardass?” “When it comes to training Skiá? Always.” Liora wiped the sweat from her forehead, rotating her shoulders. For the last hour, she sparred with Nikolai, struggling to outmaneuver him with her shadow abilities. No matter where she billowed to, he was always there to block the attack. It was almost as if he could anticipate her every move. “Can’t you take it easy? This is my first day.” She ducked as he swiped at her head, kicking his feet out from under him. He billowed before he could hit the ground and reappeared behind her.

The male deflected a blow with his sword, hurting her arm with the force, and then taking advantage of the distraction, he aimed a blow directly at her head. Shira had to parry the blow immediately, but the difference between his height and hers was not making it any easier. Her own sword which was under his own was fast pressing down on her. Her instincts remembering what she had once been taught, she relaxed her sword arm a bit, so that his own strength came pressing down on her, then just when her sword was about to slice open her own flesh, she doubled the pressure, pushing back at his arm with greater force. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Shira kicked out at him, feeling g

She can feel the faint vibrations of his steps as he circles her, testing her awareness. "Let's see if you can keep up," he says, his voice smooth, taunting. He moves like lightning, aiming low for a leg sweep. She leaps, her instincts honed, but Cain is relentless. He shifts before she can land, his speed throwing off her rhythm. The air crackles around him, his attacks coming in calculated bursts. Zuria adjusts, focusing on his rhythm—the faint ripple of his breath, the way the air shifts with his speed. She feels his next move before he makes it, sidestepping his strike and using her staff to block his follow-up.

Morticia did not want to waste her breath and said softly, "Whoever refuses can move forward to die." "Fantastic!" Forsythe's fury erupted at that moment, and he glared at Morticia. "I want to see what you are made of." Immediately, a strong aura erupted from Forsythe's body, and he took off like a cannonball. He raised his hand and struck Morticia. That punch was shrouded by a golden blaze and the sound of a tiger's roar. As a former Shaolin Sect disciple, Forsythe showcased one of the sect's secret techniques, the Hidden Tiger Arhat Punch. It was a strong punch. Furthermore, Forsythe had concentrated on cultivating, and his powers were massive. He could even destroy a hill easily.

Kyra fought her using her own unique fighting style a technique alternately combining blindingly fast movements of wushu, with smooth fluid movements of tai-chi as her opponent fought Kyra with brute power born of an angel's righteous fury at having to fight someone who was not even a pureblood but instead a half-human while Kyra maintained her calm for the first few minutes, Kyra easily countered and deflected all of her attacks she was practically beating her own self up and she still couldn't land a blow on Kyra or phase her yet she was growing more tired the longer they fought like this, because of the terrain of sand underfoot causing her footwork to be bad and heavy while Kyra was maki

said Kiara with a smile . Browen calculated Silva's moves and started to counterattack using his internal energy . Silva used her fists and kicks at the same time in perfect synchronization while Browen protected himself and fought at the same time . The nervous look on both of their faces couldn't be overlooked . Silva moved her hand foreward and passed through Browen then hit him with her secret technique . Browen was able to protect himself again and threw a powerful kick at Silva but she successfully blocked his attack with both of her hands making the sign of a cross . ' I seriously can't see who's the one that's gonna win in this match . The two of them are a perfect pair that complete

"It seems that the hell you've been through made you this annoying. You even called me idiot and trash, huh? Let's see where that filthy mouth of yours will take you." Saiya slowly turned her gaze to the scarred person. Thrilling chills ran down her spine whe she saw him grinning like a devil before he straightened up and pointed at her. "I will give you one chance. Before I get too bored, you need to land a punch at any part of my body. If you win, I will let you live. If you lose, I will cut your soul to millions of pieces. You won't be able to go back to your own body and will suffer eternal hell here in this room. Again and again, you will feel the pain of my power in every bit of your b

Actually, it was their characters that fueled their fighting styles. Sharon fought better without a plan. Just like her aggressive blade, she was a charger. She moved forward relentlessly, and being restricted was detrimental to her. And that was why Sarong never tried to constrain her or create a plan for her to follow. All you had to do was point at someone, and Sharon’s overwhelming ability and active aggression would take care of the rest. And this also meant that she was more prone to killing her victims than she was to capturing them. So she was never given such missions.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

He did this mainly because he discovered that Shaun’s technique was completely different from others that he had encountered. The measly Shaun would actually stir up the feeling of malice that resulted in lingering fear every time he launched an attack. Moreover, it felt as if his attack would absorb something from the opponent. Every time Shaun was close to touching Zayn, Zayn could obviously feel that Shaun seemed to absorb a part of him. He had never encountered a fighting technique like this. It was precisely due to this that his interest was piqued. Shaun was becoming frantic from his inability to defeat Zayn within a short period of time. His attacks became even more tyrannical and fer