Six Blades Jiu-jitsu Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

After seeing the children showing sluggish expressions, the parents quietly cheered for Harvey just so he could show everyone that Country H was superior. “Hah!” At the most crucial moment, Tojo moved his body when he split into eight different figures, leaping right towards Harvey while swinging his sword at the same time. “Crescendo Slash!” Eight glimmering blades were locked onto Harvey’s position, and a small tornado was formed indoors. This was none other than Tojo’s killer move!

Just focus. She studied the rhythm of the blades, her eyes darting between the gaps. When the timing felt right, she darted forward, ducking under the first blade and leaping over the second. Her heart thundered as the third blade came dangerously close, snagging the edge of her sleeve. With a final burst of energy, she rolled under the last blade and emerged on the other side, her knees trembling.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

“Instead of throwing a punch, I was able to get to her neck. One more millimeter over and she would be dead already.” The bleeding had already stopped, but the fear that was placed in her raged on. All the men nodded in understanding. “For training purposes, I have accessed rubber blades for us to practice with. As Kyle passes them out, we will use these to get used to using fighting with a dagger. I want to see slow movements. Each time the dagger touches your opponent, I want you to freeze, look at your technique, and adjust if needed.” As everyone broke off into their groups, Ethan walked up to me. “I prefer a double bladed sward.”

"I'll be right here. If it goes wrong, I'll step in before anyone gets hurt. But I don't think it will." I took the wooden blade offered to me, my palms already damp despite the cold morning air, and settled into the stance Silas had drilled into me over eight months at the cabin, weight balanced, blade angled low, eyes moving between all three opponents instead of fixing on any single one. Bram gave me a small, reassuring nod before the drill began, the kind of gesture that told me he, at least, expected me to hold my own.

Weather I was in human or wolf form I was always quick, really quick and in training I was always unmatched. slice, step, slice, duck, slice, flip, slice, run, slice, turn, slice, twist, swipe, jump and turn, stab, pull back, swivel on my knee and slice. I kept at it until it was finally time to get dressed and head to the front of the Palace.

A killing move. He twists at the last second. My blade sinks into muscle instead of throat. I’m already off-balance, already too committed. My foot slips on loose dirt and I feel the opening widen even as I try to recover it. This is the part where training usually saves me. It doesn’t.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the