Yamada Ryu Novels & Stories

Jason smiled disdainfully. "How dare you?" The Warrior Sage's eyes were filled with fury when he heard this. When had Rive Martial Arts ever been considered to be so? "How dare you be so arrogant after secretly learning a little about the Realm of Adria Martial Arts? Miyamoto Shinzo doesn't even have the right to do that. What right do you have?" Jason sneered. "How dare you insult my predecessor in Rive Martial Arts? I will fight you to the death." The Warrior Sage of Rive roared angrily. The name "Miyamoto Shinzo" was the belief of Rive Martial Arts. How dare Jason be so frivolous?

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

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.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

His father had made sure, even upon leaving that line of work, that his son should be trained in the ways of the Yakuzas, especially when it comes to defending himself. He hears more bullets being fired outside his home and knows he needs to be ready to face the inevitable. At the very least, I will die where I want, and in the way I choose. Akihiro Yamaguchi slides a vintage-styled shoji - the wide paper doors so commonly used for Japanese dojos - which lined one of the huge house’s inner gardens. Inside was a spacious room with a wooden floor, bamboo-lined walls, and weapon racks displayed in strategic places. He walks straight up to a major display case in the best part of the room and ta

Only an old man stood alone at the door, holding a long knife, as if he were asleep. However, his body was akin to a statue, possessing a super baleful aura that caused others to not dare to approach. 'Who is this guy?' Yang Xiao thought, stunned. He had racked his brains, but couldn't think of any clues. "This person is the martial arts teacher of King of Japan. He is the living legend of Japan, the senior brother of Katou Wudo, and the most respected person of King of Japan. He is an existence that is powerful enough to be ranked on the Presidential Mountain in the history of the Japanese martial arts world. He is known as the Guardian God of Japan, Yamamoto." Aunt Lin obviously knew the b

The infuriated hunters burst into a frenzy and started attacking everything in their sight, they were unable to tolerate the disrespect and disgrace that they were showered with. At first glance, it looked like the hunters were doing some significant damage, but after a few minutes customers began to notice that not much was being done on the side of the hunters. Meanwhile on Yamato's end, he was stopping every single attack that went into every direction. there was no attack from the hunters that hit their target, not even stray bullets. Yamato was a master at water manipulation. He could manipulate water at a molecular level with utmost accuracy and he knew how to use it against all kinds

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

A boon in disguise for the family. Another bamboo fell, leaving the hollow sound hanging in the air as it met with the rest of the woods on the forest floor. Ugo's bright eyes widened as her father began the 'wind-bird dance of the nine moons'. It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster.

He's dark-skinned with gold rings on every finger and a lazy smile that never really reached his eyes. He was the youngest Don at the table, having inherited the cartel after his father's mysterious death. His second in command was a woman who had sharp-featured and watchful, with a pistol tucked into her belt despite the no-weapons rule. Takeshi Yamamoto of the Yakuza sat motionless as a statue. He was the oldest man in the room with a face with roadmaps of wrinkles. His eyes were two dark stones that revealed nothing. His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sw