Six Blades Jiu-jitsu Keller Novels & Stories

The field quieted as he stepped forward, blade in hand. He dashed to the center of the field, his blade slicing through the air with a deadly grace. His movements were fluid yet commanding, his strikes calculated to perfection. Erika couldn’t tear her eyes away, captivated by the sheer power he exuded. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt, the precision of his footwork—it was as if the blade was an extension of his body.

Katie shouted at Dessler. Kiran hadn't expected Katie to speak up for him, but he didn't turn around, continuing forward. Dessler laughed, looking at Kiran, saying, "I don't know what you did to make these fools believe you can win." Dessler addressed the crowd, "Martial arts are ranked by levels. Kiran is only at Level Three Tempered Body, while I'm at Level Five. At Level Five, I can prevent my tendons, bones, and skin from being harmed. So how can Kiran kill me?"

Simon says it frantically. Adom laughed, saying, "If Ashly wanted to kill Alex, she would've. Ashly has always excelled in weapons training. Blades are her thing, but so are throwing knives. But yes, I trained them to be able to protect themselves, and I see that it has worked. But they also have black belts in mixed martial arts. They could train you if you wanted. You just have to ask." Five of them look at Adom in a horrifying way, which makes him burst into laughter. Kids these days...

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

SKYLAR DUVAL “We're going with the basic move first,” I watched, arms crossed as Savio positioned his stance on the rug, spreading his legs a few inches apart. He brushed his hands together, his biceps flexing under his T-shirt. “If someone is coming at you. Aim for the groin if you can. That tends to drop a guy like a sack of shit. But if you can't, you can try a hammer punch,” He clenched his fist and made a predictable hammer movement. “Or you can make use of your elbows. Or the heel of your palm,”

Harvey raised his sword and blocked Jacknife’s slash at unbelievable timing, causing him to miss. “You b*stard!” Jacknife was utterly enraged after all of his attacks missed. He held his sword with both hands and stepped forward before splitting the wind in half. “Zephyr Slash!” Harvey’s pupils shrunk. “You’re an Islander?!” he asked while frowning. He used the Zephyr Slash, a killer move from the Island Nations. Jacknife completely ignored Harvey and swung his sword at lightning speed, as if he was going to cut Harvey in half.

Griff and Seth drag their asses back to the center of the mat. I adjust my stance. This summer, Killian Kelly had a field day exploiting the fact that I signal my moves by leading with my left foot. I overcorrected, and now I have to find the right balance again. Seth spits a tooth on the mat. “Aren’t we due for dinner?” “We can miss aperitifs. Come on. Gloves up. We have time.” “Not for my face to heal.”

He deftly dodged the attack. "Sean!" Alyssa cried out, her voice cracking, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sean's mind was filled with the disturbing image of Jasper forcibly kissing Alyssa's rosy lips. "Jasper Beckett, I'll skin you alive!" Sean threatened. Jasper's eyes wavered, and a frown crossed his face. Sean was once famous in Solana City for his kicks. He was a holder of the Sixth Dan Black Belt in Taekwondo. He launched himself off the ground and aimed a powerful kick at Jasper's chest.

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

Keegan's mouth twitched. "Didn't you say no one can help me?" Julian asked with a smile. Keegan put down his glass of water and said, "Do you want to try?" "Try what?" "Try fighting a black belt in Taekwondo, a level 10 in Jujitsu, and a master at free combat," Keegan said slowly. Julian was at a loss for words. "Sorry, Keegan. I was wrong." 'This kid's energy sure does feel a lot like Stella's,' Keegan thought.