15 Results with the "Wuxia/Xuanhuan" genre
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Makai-Ichi Budōkai – Chapter 13: Ultraviolent Twist! Admiral Mame Will Break Everyone’s Life
A streak of fire burned above the arena mouth, white at the core, red at the tail, falling through the carved mountain throat. For one moment, the crowd believed it was part of the show. Mali popped one leg behind her and made an exaggerated visor with her hand. “Ooooh? Shooting star? Should Mali make a wish, or is that—” The star slammed outside the tournament temple. Mali shrieked, and ducked for cover. The impact shook the mountain. Dust burst from the high tiers. A line of…-
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The yōkai repair crew had learned to move fast. The faceless priest repainted bronze trigram lines around blood that refused to wash out. Two turtle-backed masons argued over whether a cracked lotus panel could be billed as new if the crack now resembled a sacred river. Mali hovered above them, microphone tucked under one arm, red flag under the other, cheeks puffed as if a delay in bloodsport were a personal insult. Temujin sat near the rail-edge of the now-quiet fighters’ pavilion with one…
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Condors fluttered by as tiles and trigrams went down in a grid around them, clinking, clinking, until the workers shooed them away. They continued to watch the repair in collective fervor, cocking their heads as the thing came back together, as if befuddled as to how all these squares made a circle. A uniformed snake (even had the Saion-ji employee of the month badge) slithered on and tried to gobble one with a lunge. It chomped air. The would-be snack had disappeared— literally, here and then it was…
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The wheel turned. RyūeiversusIwagashira Dokkan Dokkan crushed his way out of the pavilion first and Temujin liked how onryō-killing he looked. The Stone-Head Oni of Mount Abura rolled his shoulders as he walked, slate-blue skin thick over muscle, black horns polished by habit because Temujin didn't take him as vain. The orange sash at his waist had been tightened. Someone had painted a fresh charm across his brow in black ink. He spat into his bowl one last time and handed it to a small attendant,…
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The medical attendants came for Bakuga with a little black funeral stretcher and no jokes. That, more than the blood, told the arena what had happened. Demons could laugh at torn arms, burst skulls, gut-spills, headless men walking three steps in search of revenge. They knew what to do with ordinary violence. They leaned into it. They paid for it. But the small body in the orange tunic, the still firefly on the crooked goggled hat, and Mukhahīna Śveta walking away with his arms behind his back had…
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Bakuga KōtenversusMukhahīna Śveta A part of Temujin grumbled that the two most interesting fighters were about to go at it, but that part took a blow to the nads. Heaven above, he hoped Enekai faced off against whoever won this one. She was probably going to sweep this, and he wasn't entirely bothered by the thought, though his own martial pride didn't let him entertain blowing their inevitable showdown. Yeah, it'd be the two of them, surely. He felt he could take the others. Well, Ryūei…
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Several slow clouds came and went. The bracket wheel burned and turned and sent ashes fluttering down. Temujin’s name appeared again. With renewed zeal, he stood, beat his palm, and said, “Alright, bring it on!” As he walked, the voices of his new ‘friends’ cheered him on. This drew a complicated, but grateful warmth to his fists. There surged a sound different from the roar that had greeted Qinglong. This was a warmer noise, uglier for being warm. Temujin recognized it as the…
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Mali brought her flag down. “And that will settle the first rounds! Now it’s time for a much-needed food break!” Enekai and Yulaan ran towards the food court, a hundred paces away from the pavilion and arena. The bronze champion hyperventilated around Yulaan and calmed when Enekai rushed along. Sesame shook both fists after them. “I’ll tie your tails into knots if you spend all my money stuffing your goddamn maws again, monkeyfucks!” Temujin felt cooler than the other side of…
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Bakuga Kōten of the Burning Sparrow School was called next against Kurohane Shigure, the Rain-Crow Ronin, a narrow demon in a lacquered crow mask and a traveler’s cloak darkened by spells of perpetual rain. His sword was longer than his arm and black along the back, the edge flashing clear whenever he breathed; around his shoulders hung wet feathers, though no water touched the ring, and each step he took left a small black footprint that evaporated after his shadow passed. Mali bounced along. “If…
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The lei tai was simple from above and severe from within: a broad circle of bone-white square stone tiles, smoothed enough to be uncanny, and inlaid with eight equidistant bronze trigrams. Beyond it, nothing but red dirt and a moat of smoking black water in the pit below, then the tiers of demons ascending into the mountain’s throat. Four prayer-pillars stood at the cardinal points, wound with iron sutra chains. At the north wall, looming over the ring from a niche of red lacquer and soot, stood the…
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