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 Makai was not Hell, and had no wish to be. Hell was a better place with worse people. Scribes of Demon World (proud as warriors with none of the celebrity) wrote of demon life and published their words as truth, sold topside as postcards from Hell. To Hell with that, scribe-slaughterers would say: demon readers wanted blood and its debts paid in violence. But the doomed calligraphy masters pleaded anyway— sometimes to ignorant Earth mobs with torches, sometimes to the devil eating them…
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