Apex Future Martial Arts Novel Novels & Stories

Cane bellowed. He shoved the conduit into the Apex’s shoulder. The creature shrieked, a deafening, high-frequency sound that shattered every remaining lightbulb in the room. The electricity short-circuited its neural dampener. The bio-fiber holding Raya and Jax went limp, the connection severed by the surge. I didn't wait for the second one to recover. I saw the Apex I was fighting look toward the fallen conduits, its eyes widening as it calculated the threat. I attacked with the very thing it couldn't calculate: unpredictability.

Right now, Long Chen is sitting alone in front of the courtyard, pondering a bit with the martial arts book Long Hu gave him next to his body. He didn't need to practice this fire fist technique since his strength was far beyond what Long Hu had imagined. However, not wanting to disappoint Long Hu, Long Chen could only practice this inferior martial art to please the only person who had taken care of him since childhood.

It clenched its huge fingers into fists and brought them down viciously. Mane could feel the power of both attacks. The claw was like a vice that aimed to clutch his neck and crash it, and the fist was heavier than a boulder and had the capability of turning him into mush. Both attacks had terror, viciousness, speed, and seemed to cover every route of escape. He finally understood why people said Apex Monkeys had their own fighting style. They moved like martial artists and not animals, and their techniques seemed to have no flaws. “They get stronger as a battle wears on?” Mane smiled and activated his techniques, “Prideful Sword: Dance of the Moon Butterfly.”

"It's a prediction. Apex's time is over. Zenith is the future." I wanted to punch him. The smug smile. The condescending tone. The barely veiled contempt. But I maintained composure. "We'll see about that." "We will. Oh, and Jaxon? I read your book. Fascinating stuff. The redemption arc is almost believable." "Almost?" "People don't really change. Not fundamentally. You can dress up a Romano in Winters clothing, but blood is blood." He walked away before I could respond. Leaving me furious and unsettled.

Her finger entangles itself in the strand, tugging just enough to force me to lift my chin. ​Her gaze drops from my eyes to my lips. In that fraction of a second, the warehouse vanishes; there is no Apex Ink, no contracts, no past. There is only the pressure of her proximity, the magnetic aroma of sandalwood, and a wave of heat rushing up my chest, dismantling any shred of logic. My body, completely ignoring all my defenses, imperceptibly leans toward her. I brace for the impact, holding my breath with my heart hammering against my ribs.

He instinctively stepped in front of Piper, watching me warily. He was afraid those remarks would upset me enough to lash out at her again, as I had the last time. The sixth pair of bridal shoes had been too small. No matter how hard I tried, I could not squeeze my feet into them. When Piper saw sweat beading on my forehead, she said I was so unlucky that even Pine Hollow's ancestors refused to let me marry Cole. Furious, I pulled off one of the shoes and threw it at her. Cole picked it up and hurled it straight back at me.

Those people consumed a vegetarian-only diet, they loved to sing, and she depicted encounters where they would exchange jewelry made of leather, colorful stones, and beads. Axel realized that he saw a glimpse of the future. He will read this book and find nothing useful. He made a grumpy face. His premonitions so far always came true. Will he really need to waste time reading this book? Instead of pulling the book out of the shelf completely, Axel pushed the book back and waited for some Godly intervention that will force him to read it. His expression changed with every passing second because nothing happened. Was it possible that he saw the future where he read the book, and he didn’t need

Quickly, I stepped between them, my hands half-raised as if I could cut through the tension with air alone. “Enough,” I said, forcing my voice to steady. Then I turned to face the man I had learned was my mate in another life. The only person in the Apex Circle I hadn't slept with, and the only man I was insanely attracted to but wasn't sure I could ever lie on the same bed with him. “High Chancellor Veylor, if you are still willing to teach me martial arts, then I’m ready to learn.”

Vera asked in surprise, “The Apocalyptic Book is so powerful yet there isn't a single mental cultivation method in it?” Charlie sighed and said, “That’s right. The Apocalyptic Book is more like a beginner's guidebook to the world of cultivation. It contains so much information, but a large part of it isn't directly related to cultivation. Instead, it's deeply connected to martial arts. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of complete martial arts mental cultivation methods listed, but there isn't a complete mental cultivation method in it…”

Its walls were not woven wire, but high-frequency energy grids crackling with raw, electric blue voltage. In the red preparation corner, Agnes stood behind the heavy steel gate, her diagnostic slate held firmly in her hand. She wore her dark Relic Keeper leathers, her amber eyes reflecting the blinding stadium lights above. Rhys stood before her, his massive frame towering in the tight corner. He was shirtless, his dark tribal tattoos standing out against the pale, tight sheen of his skin. The **Apex Core** hummed over his heart, its newly forged silver conduits glowing with a quiet, menacing violet light under his moonstone wraps.