Fantasy Martial Artist Novels & Stories

“All of you saw what happened to Young Master John. “He’s quite talented at figuring out the Rising Heat Fist all on his own. “But do you know why he went berserk? Everyone felt curious. Even Aldo was listening intently. “He’s too stingy. “Since ancient times, the poor focused on literature while the rich focused on martial arts. This isn’t just because of privilege. “Training martial arts and swordsmanship requires a lot of stamina and spirit. “These things need to be replenished every so often. “For example, people who train in martial arts will always have Yarsha-gumbas, giant swiftlets, and fish gelatin by their side. “If not, they’ll become weaker over time and end up like Young Master

One of Martel's men stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Mystical Chubby. With a swift move, Mystical Chubby seized the man's hand and twisted it. A sickening snap filled the air as the man's finger wilted. The man howled in agony. "You're asking for it!" came a stern voice as a fist flew toward Mystical Chubby. The attacker was a martial artist, boasting an impressive level of skill known as warrior ultimate mastery. Snap! Mystical Chubby remained seated, unfazed. A wave of force emanated from him, and the man's arm was jolted out of its socket.

"If you can casually donate ten million dollars, you must already be aware of the existence of Dragonia's most mysterious martial artists! I happen to be one of the top mentors among them. If you take me as your mentor, I'll teach you martial arts. Wouldn't that be the best?" Felix was truly stunned. This seemingly ordinary security guard turned out to be a Martial Saint-level expert. No matter how far they had fallen, figures of this caliber shouldn't end up as mere gatekeepers. "There's no need, sir. I'm actually a martial artist myself." The older man frowned slightly but didn't push further. "Fair enough. It seems fate isn't on our side. Young man, doing good deeds may not bring immediat

“My brother is a sixth-grade martial artist, and I’m already an eighth-grade martial artist! Didn’t you say it before? That I’m super duper talented! Hehe! After I underwent the purification of my body, I was already a third-grade! With such raw talent, an eighth-grade martial artist is definite!” The corner of Fane’s mouth twitched involuntarily a few times. How could he have imagined that his wife has already become an eighth-grade martial artist in such a short time? That was way beyond his expectations!

1) Mini Map ( N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation ( Mid) Martial Arts ( High) Weapon Mastery ( High) Versatile Works ( High) Active:- Identify ( N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded ( Possess abnormal control of own mental state even in a dire situation) Limitless physical growth ( Given due to inability to master Magic in Fantasma) Modern Man ( Possess advanced knowledge and social norms far surpassing any civilization on Fantasma) }} "…..high human?….why??..". I know and am sure that I'm a normal homo sapiens, But why am I labeled as High human?.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Cassy then asked them curiously, "He didn't really disappear, did he?" Steven laughed and Adrian smirked, "No, he didn’t really disappear, it's just that he's moving so fast it feels like it." Steven explained to her as they filled their food tray, "You already know that warriors have unlimited potential unlike mages, so instead of levels, we have tiers, and the more tiers we reach the more our metabolism changes. We become more resistant, and by that I don't only mean endurance, our body is gradually transformed and it becomes as hard as steel. We also become more agile, we move faster, we are stronger, and our eyesight and hearing also improve.

“If that’s the case… then he may be the one we need to save this world.” Maria suddenly remembered something and added casually, “Oh, and based on his appearance… he’s probably only around eighteen years old.” The old man nearly stumbled. “Eighteen…?” he muttered in disbelief. An eighteen-year-old capable of such feats was nothing short of monstrous—especially when he hadn’t even revealed his strength to the world. In a society where martial artists ruled above all else, where cultivation defined authority and power, such talent was terrifying. In Somerland, cultivation followed strict age barriers.