Zangetsu Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Every move was fast, precise, and brutally efficient. A third Delta lunged with a short broadsword, the steel glinting in the low red light of the back exit. Zane ducked under the wild arc, sidestepped the blade, and caught the man’s wrist. A sickening crack echoed in the narrow space as the bone gave way. The sword clattered to the concrete, and Zane caught it mid-air by the hilt. He didn't use the sharp edge. He used the flat of the heavy blade, slamming it into chest after chest, breaking ribs, disarming men before they could even scream.

Darz exclaimed launching herself with her sharp heels aiming their vital points. Irz raises his swords with both of his hands and exclaims, ”Pisang! (banana)” Irs swings it and emits a yellow crescent beam towards Darz. “Taring! (fang)” Karz exclaimed jumping towards Darz to bite her. “Unlimited Blade Works!!!” Jarz exclaimed flapping his fur to launch the swords to her(I am sorry, actually I want to change the name for copyright reason, but I”d rather do this to annoy my friend by putting this one. Oh yeah, I don’t own such a technique, I just do this to annoy my friend.)

That Substance serves as a protective shield and bandage around all of his wounds and his head, reducing a lot of damage. “Die!!! You scum!!” Overwhelming anger overcoming the fear that was ingrained within her heart, The scene of Fatty Pao’s arms being torn off his body replaced all of her fear with anger. she immediately attacked. A fierce spear strike went straight toward Grand Duke Hai's eyes with great precision. Grand Duke hai catches the spear with one of his hands before using another hand to tear off Azanah's cloth from her neck down.

I mentioned, then, I thumbed up at him. “I was just reserving this trump card of mine, but now, there’s no holding back anymore. It’s now the perfect time to test the might of this Zodiac Union,” he uttered. I nodded at him. Then, I guess this is also a rampage for us. There is no stopping me now. I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon.

“Those are blunted. Though I don’t know if you have blades like these where you’re from. These are very heavy, and we’re trained to them since we’re very young, so…” Enough was enough. The condescending, indulgent tone he was using, she wouldn’t overlook it, not on top of everything else. She opened her mouth, lips twisting into the beginning of a snarl and tongue poised to deliver - only for her to swallow back the sharp warning. Kaizat, who had walked over to join Oscar at the rack, suddenly pulled the single massive greatsword hanging by its crossguard between two wooden prongs with one hand.

With a serious look on his face, he quickly took out his black long sword and slashed at the tornado of bladed energy coming at Zephyr Khan. "Extreme Universal Slash!"

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.