Elang Martial Novels & Stories

"Heart, mind, energy merge to become three 3 internal unions, fist\foot, elbow \knee, shoulder\hip merge 3 external unions. Avoid long-range raids and attack only in striking distance. Hit where needed without forewarning…" "These are the first formulas of martial arts." She said, "Still remembered the formula?." We heard a male voice say from behind and I turned. Mr. Brandy, what is he doing here?. "Welcome. Elena, this is Maxwell. He was my trainer and now I am better with it than him." Mr. Brandy scoffed at that. "Bitch."I muttered to myself and rolled my eyes.

"That's right, Felix! How could you possibly survive against two True Blood Realm supreme masters? I certainly can't imagine how!" Eugene gasped in awe. As a martial artist from Dragonia, he knew exactly what that level of power meant. He exclaimed, "Mr. Reynolds, you truly deserve an early congratulations! It looks like Felix is finally going to be eliminated!" The goal of the Blood Realm was to refine the blood within a martial artist's body, gradually turning it into exceptionally powerful true blood. This process was so slow that the Blood Realm was divided into early, middle, late, and major mastery stages.

"Get the hell out of my way before I slice off your tongue and limbs! Our Clean Gorgon doesn't need poor customers like a deck dog like you!" Yama was surprised when, unbeknownst to him, there was a sword in the mysterious man's hand. And again, from the aura the Clean Gorgon leader deliberately gave off, he was a Mingzhu - Grade three Martial art expert. This level of skill could only be comparable to their Hunter's Guild Master - Master Airusu! Yama took a quick stance. He shamelessly knelt down and roared. "I'm sorry!" Yama took up acting to cry. He shamelessly crawled over and kissed Master Clean Gorgon's feet.

Flames of anger danced in Lionel's eyes. He was ready to lay his hand and teach Woody and Ginger a lesson. "You will pay a painful price for what you said, you punk!" Lionel slowly lifted his right hand, and gray energy grains began forming around it. Instantly, everyone surrounding them could feel an intense and oppressive energy. "Only an Innate Level martial arts practitioner can condense their strength!" "Damn, Master Smith has such great powers at such a young age. It's astounding!"

As soon as Leon darted out of the crowd that surrounded him, Eliam did not hesitate to lung himself at Leon. The Golans were one of the oldest lineages of martial artists in the southern region with a training method in the Advanced Power class, so one could reach the Semi-Almighty State at best. As the leader, Eliam reached the Semi-Almighty State two years ago and he did not doubt that he would be able to kill Leon with a single blow. "Damn it!" Leon's expression darkened as he knew that he could not rival Eliam and he immediately started considering if he should use the remaining blow in the Cuff of Doom.

Their gray-green scholar robes fluttered without wind as eight figures streaked forward like bolts of lightning, instantly surrounding Amelia. Carl, standing behind Amelia, merely lifted his gaze calmly toward the shadows near the Main Hall and several other places... They did not use weapons, fighting instead with bare hands. Mistpeak Sect Elders cultivated internal martial arts. Their punches were fierce enough to shatter stone and split steles. The leading First Elder fixed Amelia with a blazing stare. "Amelia, today the eight of us will grind you to dust and scatter your ashes!" As soon as his words ended, the First Elder struck first.

That’s when I saw Elara. She was alone, barefoot in the grass, dressed in a dark tunic, sweat-slicked skin glowing under the dusk. She held two wooden daggers, slicing through the air with sharp, deliberate grace. Her movements weren’t polished, not like a warrior’s but there was power in her rage. Precision born of pain. She spun and struck at a training dummy, the wood cracking from her last blow. Then again. And again. Until the head snapped clean off. Still, she didn’t stop.

Elang slowly stood up from where he was sitting. Delya followed him with her gaze. “Elang?” she called again. But this time, Elang did not answer with words. He moved closer. Closer. Delya held her breath slightly. “Elang…” her voice sounded softer. Without saying much, Elang immediately lifted Delya into his arms. “Eh—Elang!” Delya reflexively held onto his shoulders. Elang smiled faintly. “Just relax.” “Put me down,” Delya said, but her voice did not truly refuse.

He abandoned his attack on Dustin and turned his full attention to Tyler. “Fine! I’ll deal with you first and then finish him off!” Elijah switched his target. His palm struck forward to Tyler with a ferocity that sent echoes of a beastly roar through the air. He recognized the technique immediately. It was the Dragon Strike, a martial art Lucas once taught him. It was a top-tier martial art technique revered in the martial world. “What an incredible technique! Mr. Elijah’s strength is unmatched!” cheered the outsiders, convinced of his imminent victory. But Dustin merely shook his head.

He’s excited to face this guy. Gino and Bem-Bem were right. This Errol guy is twisted! Where the hell did this guy come from? Yohan pondered. “I knew it all along! Please, end the fight!” Marco pleaded with Dylan. “Cheyne’s in big trouble. His right arm is all jacked up and his other shoulder is already out of place!” But Dylan was too stubborn to listen to his bodyguard. He is too confident that his brother never lost a single fight. “Sir, this guy is using Silat Melayu. A Malaysian martial art. I’m telling you. This guy doesn’t play games. Silat wasn't made to beat an opponent - it was made to straight up kill people!"