Champion's Path To Murim Novels & Stories

The ancient ruins might be hogged by only the Immortal-level champions, but the mob of lesser warriors and Beast Lords were hoping for any scraps that might fall off the table. Nevertheless, the sight of the human champions sitting down for a cordial drink with the mutant champions really was a rare sight to behold. "Champions of the Lost Races, I have long been perturbed by one thing," said Chu Xun suddenly. "Pray tell," said Kong Liqun.

Ever since it had been founded, Zimicah had nurtured a maximum of six Chiefs who were all blood related, each with different styles on how they reigned over the tiny nation. It is after fifty years and the time has come, time for the new generation to take over where they had all left. Starting from the current Chief who is at an age to retire and give his only daughter a chance to take over this fantastical land. "Granny have you seen Adanna?" A young girl with chocolate skin and light brown eyes appeared in front of an old aged woman who was seated on a straw mat under a tree. "Aly, What happened? Aren't you always together?" She asked patting the little girl's fluffy and curly hair.

The champion moved forward Naramthor lunged with his short spear. The spear penetrated the wooden shield. The champion moves three steps backward. With a pirouette he lunged at Naramthor. Naramthor moved backward and impaled the champion through the throat. Blood rushed through the wound like a fountain. The man fell to the ground. Lying in a pool of he's own blood. Visions blurred before my very eyes. A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed.

The champion fighting the male from Gaimo uses his distraction against him and does a power kick to the side of Gaimo's head, which makes Xiu scream. Garlof doesn't even acknowledge the punch. Instead, he punches Burk again, and my favorite champion falls like a tree. Unconscious bodies are all over the ground at this point, but they don't matter. My eyes are solely on Burk. I feel terrible for him. He got ganged up on by the other Commanders. He was at a disadvantage from the start, and I ruined his chance to pick within the top five. After another two to three minutes, only two champions remain. The big champion from Bronkark who tried to help Burk and Commander Garlof. They exchange tired

It was rumored that just the monetary reward was already as high as 500 million Murican dollars! Of course, 500 million Murican dollars was not an especially large amount of money for skilled master fighters. They were even more drawn by the champion’s reward of receiving the guidance of three invincibilis fighters, namely Ares from Rheasia, Adam from Murica, and Queen from Yingland. Moreover, the champion would also stand a chance to visit Shangri-la! Shangri-la was a major obsession of the masses. It was said to be a magical location and a shortcut where perfect-class master fighters could train and make a breakthrough to invincibilis!

He peered into his body with his consciousness and focused his gaze on the river of time within his inner world. "To become an immortal, I have to perfect my mana and understand my own path." Severin knew that he needed to delve deeper into the inner workings of his being. The two paths that he had mastered to great success at the moment was the swordsmanship path and creation path, both of which were potential paths to immortality. However, his recent acquisition of the remaining half of the river of time from the Green Emperor's remnant soul had allowed him to shift his focus towards the time path.

For him, the highest mountain he had to conquer is no other than Joshua. “This is weird,” Murgine said, sighing. “From what I can remember, you were the one who’s persuading my father to join your side.” Jiz felt the lump inside his throat. After Frewwy Choi was killed during the HongYoonChoi meeting, he went silent for a while, thinking that he should not stand out for a moment to stay alive. But as if the grim reaper’s scythe is really interested at his open neck, danger and greed follows.

As if in response, the mysterious mist which had been receding began to thicken once more, spreading amongst the towering stone columns again. The champions have no choice but to sound a retreat. Congregating together were six of the most powerful champions in the world. They stood on the summit of Mount Immortal Tao, overlooking the growing fog that slowly devoured the territories it once lost like a beast protective of its lair. Shrouded in soft glows emanating from the immense powers they wielded, no one could see their faces, although the mercurial glow they emanated clearly mirrored their mental state and one did not have to be a wise sage to know that the champions were nowhere near be

“What option?” Moira turned to the Chief Elder. “The person whose future is at stake can invoke what’s called Champions’ Right. Instead of the two fighters battling it out, she can choose champions to fight for each claim. If she’s happy with the outcome, her choice stands regardless of the actual fight.” The Chief Elder frowned. “But Champions’ Right hasn’t been used in centuries. And it means she has to accept the outcome, recognizing whoever wins represents a legitimate claim.” “But it gives Calla some control over her own future,” Moira argued. “Rather than being a prize fought over, she gets to watch the fight and decide who deserves to win. It’s still violent, but at least she has a sa

the woman stood up and walked over to Magma. “He is at the peak of the Pseudo Phenom Realm now. He didn’t have this strength the last time we spoke.” The woman said. Then she pulled Magma’s hand intimately and led him to the table. “You have to stop being so considerate towards him Primogenitor,” Pathfinder shook his head with a wry smile on his face. When he became an Ancestor he gave up everything he owned, including his name. Pathfinder was the title he had been given by the other six because he was the first to rediscover the path to the realm of Phenoms in the Barbarian Race in the last 2000 years.