Elang Martial Novels & Stories

Thorne moved fast to protect Derek’s horse, keeping the prisoner from bolting in the chaos. Elara pulled her daggers free in one smooth motion. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she kicked her horse forward and took the left flank. She had trained for fighting since she was fourteen. Her body knew what to do even when her mind was still catching up. The first attacker came at her fast. She met his blade with a hard clash, twisted her wrist, and drove her dagger into his side. He fell with a grunt. Another man rushed her from the side. She blocked, spun, and kicked him square in the chest, sending him stumbling back into a tree.

Because of my familiarity with some novels, I misjudged them before I even understood anything about them. We talked a little more, and they were very pleasant. Lance apparently chose the Long sword, which was a different variety than the one used by the instructor. Eliza also wielded a rapier. It was ideal for her. I could already see her beautiful figure giving out quick pin-point attacks, completely outpacing the opponent with her quickness. "Wait a minute..." We had just completed conversing with the dukes' two children. A prince ran towards us, short of breath.

Not only that, he wanted to see how powerful the Sect Leader of the Celestial Sect was and how the sect managed to sweep through the ancient martial world in just two short months. Many unknown people challenged the martial artists on the Elysian Ranking. Some emerged victorious, while some were defeated. The defeated were removed from the ranking while the victors’ names were listed in their place. James observed the battlefield intently. Solean martial arts were wildly different from their foreign counterparts. The latter was strange and unpredictable. Just as he was preoccupied with his thoughts, a voice came. “Not bad, kid…” He turned his head. A person had appeared on the rock beside hi

"Ready to start?" "Absolutely!" Elen replied with enthusiasm. "Elliot, why don't you warm up first?" Max suggested, glancing at his siblings. Elen knew that the twins excelled in swordsmanship and archery, with Max being skilled in military strategies and Elliot in magic. Chandler, like the grand duke, seemed to excel in various fields. "Got it," Elliot said, beginning their warm-up routine. The Adelstein knights observed the training, intrigued to see Elen in action – a refreshing change from the usual seriousness associated with the Adelstein family.

I followed her instructions precisely, and with a swift movement, Elara lunged forward, her fist aimed at my chest. Recalling Elara's guidance, I raised my arm, tucked my elbow in, and met Elara's strike with a blow. The impact sent a jolt of energy through my arm, but I held firm. It wasn't solid enough but it was still a blow. Elara looked at me, surprise fleeting across her features, replaced by a wide grin. "I knew you had it in you," she exclaimed. Before I could respond, she launched another attack without hesitation. One moment she was in front of me, the next she was behind, her movements were a blur of calculated grace.

Andreas' gaze swept over Clarence, and he sneered. "What's the matter? Want to give it a try?" "Hmph! If you're bold enough to disrespect Mr. Durson, then you must know the rules of the mystic martial arts! My name is Clarence Adler, an apprentice of the Celestial Sword Sect. And I challenge you!" Clarence held the greatsword and stepped forward. His white clothes billowed in the wind, and the energy of an expert at the fifth level of the Eldoria realm emanated forth from him.