Fantasy Martial Arts Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

The Dramonians looked like rookies, but they seemed to transform into different people as soon as they started fighting. Their punches and kicks were all incredibly powerful. Even the deacons of the Martial Arts Court had become invincible. Something fishy must be going on. "Strange? It's not strange. There's someone among them who practices mystic arts!" Alessio Gallo said calmly. "Mystic arts?" Luigi only knew about martial arts. He had no idea what mystic arts were. "It's like the art of Shendo in Yutaria, but the mystic arts are even more mysterious. Someone among them is using the mystic arts to kill! Not only that, everyone was killed by that mystic arts expert!" Alessio explained seri

Birth itself was a blessing, and only by working tirelessly could one endure this relentless world. Andrew walked slowly across the massive martial arts plaza. Around him, some people practiced on punching bags, others lifted weights, and some threw punches at training dummies. These were the most basic martial arts exercises. To the uninformed, they might seem no different from a regular gym. However, there was definitely a difference. These martial artists could punch a crater into a dummy's head with a single blow, and afterward, the dummy would automatically repair itself. Those lifting weights started at 200 kilos, with the stronger ones pulling 800. Yet their bodies were not bulky. In

The word seemed to be stuck in my throat and I try to get my voice back to normal. My breath hitches as he moves his hands higher under my shirt. His shaky hands lightly grip my hips, massaging every inch of my body. I don't think I've ever seen him this nervous before. Fairies naturally have healing magic. This is something he's known his whole life... But I'm pretty sure this is the first time he's healed a girl before.

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.