Chapter Master Of The Imperial Fists Novels & Stories

The man felt excruciating pain as his bones shattered, and the eyes of the Fire Sect’s third elder widened in shock at how quickly Long Chen had attacked. “There’s more! Fist of Immortality!" White light gathered in both of Long Chen’s hands, and as the man was still in mid-air, Long Chen appeared once more and punched the Fire Sect disciple’s chin, sending him flying into the air. The Fire Sect disciple could do nothing because his chest and back bones had already been shattered by Long Chen’s brutal attack. And that didn’t mean Long Chen stopped beating him; as the disciple was still rising into the sky, Long Chen appeared ten meters above him. Clearly ready to strike again, and the Fire S

They were scared by the overwhelming power and realized they could not resist it. They were thrown back and crashed into the car beside them. Their faces turned pale, and they were unable to continue fighting. "Who are you?" they asked in shock and anger. "You're not worthy of knowing." Henry dismissed them. He then turned to Chansey and said, "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of them, especially when I'm already here." "No," Chansey said anxiously. "The Chapmans have many powerful masters, even Grandmasters. You must have heard of Grandmasters, right? They're the best, and they could even stop bullets.

With a quick jerk, he struck Kayson’s ball of energy off. Master Chandlier moved speedily like a flash of lightning, approaching Kayson in the blink of an eye and striking the top of the latter’s head with a palm. Kayson was composed as he avoided it breezily, but he suddenly froze! He felt like the world had turned dark, as he could not see anything anymore. It was a mind attack! Master Chandlier smirked and sent Kayson flying with another strike. “Yes!” Harold cheered, looking thrilled. Jules praised him as well. “Master Chandlier is really a pre-celestial fighter. He’s extraordinarily skilled.”

He approached the cottage door, knocked gently on it, then opened the door and slipped inside. Wulfric was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, and perched before him were towering stacks of training method manuals, depicting various martial arts techniques, including those belonging to the Ultimate Power Class, the Advanced Power Class, and even the Preliminary Absolute Methods! The mysterious Brahma, one of the most infamous criminals known to mankind, was none other than Wulfric Chanter himself!

This time, Master Eamon calmly raised his arm, blocking the punch with the same ease as before. The pattern continued as Danial unleashed a barrage of punches, each met with Master Eamon's unwavering defense. It became apparent that the Iron Fist technique, formidable as it was, failed to breach the master's guard. The frustration within Danial intensified with each blocked blow, the desire to break through and prove himself consuming his thoughts.

As expected, waves of excitement rose one after another. First, they waited for many days, looking forward to the first fight of Mu Tianyang, the White-Robed Emperor, in a thousand years. Then, they witnessed the battle between the new master of the Feather Clan, Xiang Zeyu, and Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. The appearance of Imperator Ding brought the crowd's excitement to its peak. At this point, all the martial artists present should be satisfied. They didn't expect that the White-Robed Empress would suddenly appear.

Even so, the total strength of The Big Eight was nothing more than a punch and a palm strike by Charlie. Emiliano got up weakly and blurted out, “Who are you? What do you come from? Who is your master?” Charlie smirked disdainfully. “I don’t belong to anywhere or anyone, I am my own master. Why? Are you not convinced?” Emiliano gulped in shock and said, sounding rather anxious, “I’m convinced! I am absolutely convinced by your power! Master Wade, you are the true master in the world and as a fellow martial artist, you must be aware that it isn’t easy to gain what we have today. I hope that you can forgive us for the sake of our defeat. After all, a fault confessed is half redressed!”

Ian asked him. "That ... is Victor?" Ventan asked in a shocked voice, "Captain Tane’s apprentice?" Ian nodded. "I would almost feel sorry for Emmett if he didn’t deserve the beating he is about to receive. News of this apprentice travels fast." They squared off. Emmett went for a strike and Victor danced out of the way, poking him in the butt with the point of his sword as he darted behind him. Emmett came in for another strike and Victor dodged, grabbed his wrist, and put his thumb into a pressure point making Emmett drop his weapon. Emmett came in for a strike with his off hand aimed at Victor’s face. Victor ducked, let Emmett’s own weight carry him over Victor’s back, then stood up throwi

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.