Kuai Liang Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

“Enough.” Ryder straightened. “We were sparring, Master Liang.” Luca chimed in, “Yeah! We were just practicing the move you taught us—what was it called again? ‘Spinning Death Tiger Claw’?” “That’s not what I called it,” Liang said dryly. Vulture, arms crossed, murmured to Bain, “You sure you want those two as part of the next strike team?” Bain gave a rare smirk. “They’ve got heart.”

My head was a mess. Gaming was my usual safe haven. My Zen space. The one place where a little wimp like me could be a powerful martial artist or a world-class athlete at the flick of a button. I sat down in my gaming chair, put on my headset, and loaded up Mortal Kombat 11. Time to kick some ass! I found my favorite lobby where serious gamers hung out and opened a challenge. I chose Liu Kang, the world’s greatest warrior. My opponent chose Skarlet, the blood witch.

Liam stammered, before the Loudspeaker continued. “Knives, ropes, gags, you name it! Any sort of weapon or tool for murder that is not exploitable can be found in these bags!” “What the hell do you mean exploitable?” Mia questioned. “And by not exploitable, I mean something like a bomb, or a gun. Those could be potentially exploited for reasons outside of murdering!” They explained, as I could feel their smug grin on the other side of those Loudspeakers. “With that being said though, good luck Contestants. Happy killings!”

"How stupid!" Yang Jian snorted coldly; he was lighting fast. He raised his palm and then sent another attack at E Lai! That attack was like thunder, and the burly E Lai was like a kite with a broken string. His body was sent more than ten meters backward; he spouted several mouthfuls of blood.

Kill him and take the potentially world ending item that he held in his hands. However, Max was also mortal and while stronger than a human, he was pushing it to be stronger than a vampire. If he didn’t get the creature on the first try he knew that his chances would drop. Yeah he healed great, could still die of blood loss. So he leapt down grabbing a branch and was silent the entire time as he landed on light feet to the ground. He followed after the light haired vampire, actually surprised he’d let the mortal live. Probably fed before going to do this errand.

His combat power level could indeed reach the third tier. However, the corresponding cost would be at least a severe injury. Many of the martial artist's secret techniques involve explosive methods like 【Blood Rage】【Cellular Liberation】【Qi Explosion】, etc. But these techniques are all extremely damaging to the body. Using them even once could keep you bedridden for half a year—not just a figure of speech. Thus, Logo’s normal combat power level would likely fall between 120 and 130, which was typical for a second-tier extraordinary. This was already impressive.

"Good, good. Jingli, don't push yourself too hard, you need to take care of your body, don’t be like Ma. Go to bed soon, you need to get up early tomorrow, right?" "Ok. Good night, Ma!" Luo Jingli said with tears sparkling in his eyes. -------------------------------------------------- Authors’ notes: J: Yes, I was craving steak with brown sauce when I wrote this. It will be even better with mashed potatoes. L: Hmmmm. I kinda like the KFC one haha. (not sponsored)

He felt guilty, though he didn’t sense danger, he was still a vampire and demon too so he was sure he had better chance of surviving this than the already injure werewolf, Miguel. "You know you can't do anything for me now Kwan. But go and kill that damn ugly reptile. Now!" Without a word, Kwan finally gripped the two bloody spikes and after looking into Miguel’s eyes one last time and Miguel gave him a smiled, Kwan turned. Kwan saw the monster below who was aiming to throw the spike again and his red eyes throbbed in absolute anger. It became black. A loud growl escape from Kwan’s mouth and the next moment, he was right in the reptile’s face. The spikes on his hand had pierced right through

Yet this was the first time I was personally experiencing his strength and power. Kicks, combos, and uppercuts were thrown by the both of us, testing each other's limits. Every now and then I heard the gasps of the growing crowd and Hunji’s remarks from the sidelines. “The speed of these two is ridiculous, they are as fast as Lamia and Kellen.” I hear Hunji say. It was true; when Lamia and Kellen fought, they moved so fast that they were almost a blur. I wasn’t an easy person to knock down, but Mike was doing his best and had managed to put me on my knees twice. Now it was time to show him why I was the Alpha of Alphas.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.