Cursed Technique Ideas Novels & Stories

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

If you want to make pills or craft divine weapons by continuing to learn, you can make a divine rank and unbreakable weapon except by using another weapon like it They can also make pills in a very crazy way when you reach a certain level of them you can even cure anyone who is about to die from disease or enhance and extend their life " What will I become a chemistry professor if I learn it? The Southern Sect Master thought to himself But it wasn't the last technique. Another technique appeared in his mind as if he was a lucky person in all universes " What is this technique? ! Oh damn, that's really cool, I forgot I'd change my look if I got out of that gun. Imagine a ten-year-old kid who'

Gesturing a thumbs-up, Letitia said in awe, “T-that’s amazing.” James responded with a mere faint upturn of his lips. This was but the tip of the iceberg of the Swordsmanship he understood. If it were not because he had concerns of his own, the number of tricks he had up his sleeve could wipe out all living beings in the Realm in a split second. That, however, required the use of Curse Magic. When he was in the cemetery, he researched Curse Magic for countless years. His comprehension of Curse Magic expanded. He even cultivated Dark Ousia by completing the Dark Scripture using Curse Magic.

" He threw his head back and howled in rage. In the next moment, his eyes turned blood red, and his aura grew wild and frenzied. His body swelled, and his skin cracked as streams of blood oozed out. His frame resembled a withered tree—dried and grotesque. Simultaneously, a sinister energy erupted from within him, coiling around his right arm. This peculiar power exuded extremely corrosive and invasive properties. It was a terrifying menace. "Now, die!" The elder roared as he swung his right arm forward. His bulging muscles twisted like steel cables, and his limb swung toward Chase with devastating force. The technique was clearly from a forbidden cultivation method. It burned his life force

When Henry questioned the secret agent, he quickly replied, "Yes, but Ted uses a long-lost domineering ancient technique known as the Tyrant Technique. No woman can cultivate with him." Henry's expression changed. He had heard of it even though he did not know it himself. "Isn't he supposed to practice the Chapman Methods?" "No, he's not." "Then I understand why he wants to marry Chansey," Henry said coldly. Ted aimed to drain Chansey's life. While Henry's technique could enhance her cultivation and even purify her body, the Tyrant Technique would cause her to age rapidly and die.

"That's why he's called the Reaper. You'll never be able to learn a Cursed Technique if you can't harness your Essence" "Essence?" She left him. Joe stood up. The Reaper. One who escorted souls to the after life. A Cursed technique was a deadly technique. He was learning techniques to kill enemies. He was preparing for war.

"So you think it's me too." "I think we need answers," Tarlon said. "What kind of answers?" Dante asked weakly from the floor. "She's cursed. We all know it now." "We need to test it," Soren said suddenly. "Test what?" "Whether her touch actually kills." Soren's eyes were calculating. "You want to test whether I kill people by touching them?" I backed away from him. "I want to know what we're dealing with," Soren said. "If you're truly cursed, we need to understand the mechanics."

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

Since the wars they fought wee few, they focused on developing their techniques and performing experiments, leading to the creation of the many top class techniques that the Beastmen possessed currently; however, everything had its disadvantages. There were also a few techniques that weer deemed to be too dangerous to fall back on. Several of these techniques were destroyed to protect the next generation from making any fatal mistakes, but there were a few that had escaped destruction due to the unwillingness of their creators to let go of them. Frenzy was one of these techniques. It was the lifelong research of the 3rd Kingsman Patriarch and the old man couldn’t bear to destroy his valuable

Tristan spent the whole night drinking. He couldn't close his eyes and fell asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he opened them back as he couldn't seem to fall asleep no matter what. "You know what. I give up," Tristan snorted. "I don't even know what to do or how to feel any more. I came here to break my curse..." He trailed off as he took another sip of alcohol from the bottle. His eyes were red already and it was due to the fact he couldn't cry no matter how he wanted and he couldn't express how he felt.