Komik Martial Master Novels & Stories

The Master lets out a low chuckle as he says, “Good, now relax, then do a little studying… I will return once my meeting is finished.” I smile and nod as I let out another sigh and sink a little further into the water. I hear the Master chuckle once more and leave the bathroom. I sit up quickly and turn toward the door. Unfortunately, I can’t see the bed from where I am, so I don’t know if he liked what I picked out for him.

The master is such a meanie and then I suddenly remembered the masters smile,maybe he's not that bad, my body hurts but it made me smile. I want to see him smile again. The master really has a lot of work to do I thought he doesn't do anything more than ordering people around but he does paper work all day. That's very impressive of him.

I told him. “Have you enjoyed practicing with Linda? I'll get Aiden to continue training with you from tomorrow and then I'll get you a master who will teach you both combined" he said, adding information that I had no previous knowledge of. This time I turned to look at him, “A master? What's that?" I asked. He seemed pleased that I was finally listening to him, “Well a master basically is like a guru. He has knowledge in both combat and healing. He can teach you both combined. How to fight and heal at the same time” he explained.

"Security, get this girl out. She's a paparazzi." "Miss, we would have to ask you to head out" A security officer spoke up, trying his best to sound polite. The other on the other hand did not seem to know what polite meant as he simply started cussing her out " Get out of her, this is not somewhere someone of your status has the right to be in. Do you know what will happen to you if anyone inside hears of it. Get out before I call the police" "I'm here with the id... Sorry your Young Master Mu"

Facing away from them, he draped his clothes on his body. Grayson and Jax noticed that the man had tied up his hair in a bun and was wearing a light blue robe. He was clearly a master, so they laughed at him for not adhering to the rules. Instead, he had gone to the red-light district in search of fun. They condemned him for being the most shameful person in the world. While rebuking the master, they rushed toward him to beat him up. Unexpectedly, the expert had exceptionally high mastery over martial arts. They were no match for him. In less than three rounds, the two of them were seriously hurt by him.

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.

"Yes, Sir. I do." From behind me, my Master's voice. "What will you use, Richard?" Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. "Perhaps something with more bite?" He speaks as though musing to himself. Moving to be more within my vision... Deliberately? For sure... ... he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a rubber paddle.