Fantasy Martial Arts Novels & Stories

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

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."

"Vajra Subduing Devils!" the disciple of Abbott Temple let out a loud roar as a golden light burst out from his entire body. The most famous martial art in Abbott Temple was that one’s golden body couldn't be broken through. He had an advantage over ordinary people in terms of physique. It was a pity that he met Little Apple this time. When the help of his cultivation in Ascension Realm and the power of the bloodline, Little Apple had so strong a body that no one below Deity Realm could compete with him.

“You think because you’re big, because you’re strong, you can control everyone around you. You’re no different from Dante.” Murasame’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it.” “Or what?” Tatsuya barked. His voice broke into a roar. “You’ll crush me the way he crushed Taiga? You’ll choke me too, see if I bow down?” Murasame stiffened, the vein in his temple throbbing. His massive hands flexed once, then curled into fists at his side.

He failed, however, to notice the sudden attack from Xiao Chen from mid-air. With a loud loud, Xiao Chen kicked the man's lower jaw. The man started to stumble backward for almost 20 meters. Shocked gasps arose from outside the platform. "Might he be a Realm 2 martial artist?" Martial arts were divided into Realm 1, Realm 2, Realm 3, Realm 4... they were equivalent to the Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Building Realm, Core Forming Realm, Nascent Soul Realm. Most people nowadays are Taoist cultivators, making ancient martial artists even more mysterious. Xiao Chen's speed and palm style just now did in fact greatly resembled an ancient martial artist's.

Tsarayu gave up on trying to find the reason for it to be thrown in the trash can and decided to focus on the content only. As Tsarayu could see, this book contained a flying type of Martial skill. Tsarayu was happy as he got a flying type of Martial skill. Flying-type Martial skills were very rare in the world Tsashi was from, and only very few people possessed it. There was none in the Weng kingdom who had one, including the emperor himself. As only cultivators having Sky Realm or above could fly without any flying type Martial skills, these skills were very useful for people weaker than the sky realm.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

“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

"Couldn't sleep, Your Highness? Or is spying on your guests another royal tradition?" "Observing," he corrected, pushing off the arch and walking toward her. The mist curled around his boots. "My father said you were educated in the feminine arts. He failed to mention the art of bladework." "It's a border feminine art. We have different priorities." She watched him approach, assessing not as a woman assesses a man, but as a strategist assesses terrain. He moved with a latent power, restrained but evident. He was taller up close, the morning light carving the sharp angles of his face.

He wrote martial arts and fantasy novels all the time. His protagonists were always impossibly skilled. But nothing he'd ever imagined compared to seeing it in real life. The impact was overwhelming. He kept staring at the wall long after she was gone, his chest surging with a kind of admiration words couldn't describe.