Martial Art God Novels & Stories

“Weapons training teach a person how to use a weapon; it doesn’t teach a person how to attack an oncoming enemy without a second thought. Or without the regret that insists on following the young soldiers whenever they injure another being.” The lord of hell tilted his head slightly, contemplating what the demonic creature was implying as he took a hesitant draw of his cigarette, flicking what was left onto the concrete floor. “It is an interesting suggestion, perhaps I will allow her some success, but I will not allow her to beat me in single combat. That would make her believe she could defy me, even stand up against me. That I cannot permit, it would cause more problems and disobedience o

says Cai Kang ashamedly. "As a martial artist, sometimes you also need to learn and experience earthly desire in order to know which ones you shouldn't follow. A martial artist with no experience are often ones who don't make it far." Cai Kang then looked at Maiko while she is admiring the trees. Sorry, Kazuha. But I just can't go through with it. She thought. But I'll cherish this night because at least the future came true. *

I just want to be able to forget everything for a few hours. Suddenly, I feel the air moving behind me, slightly to my left. By pure reflex acquired by years of intensive training, I bend to my right with superhuman speed and feel an excruciating pain along my left leg. Leaning forward, I kick back, praying that it will crush my opponent's nose, but I only hit his torso. I turn around to face a man dressed in black. His hood shows only his eyes, which are as black and expressionless as those of a shark. In his hand is a knife covered with my blood that glows in the darkness.

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

I crossed my arms, pouted my face, feeling upset. Kurai strengthened his back and crossed his long legs. “Yes, I’ve been away for a long time. But to assure you, I’ve been doing business.” I looked at him ridiculously. He quickly noticed what I meant. “You cannot say that because I’m a God, I no longer can do business. It’s totally different from humans.” I tried not to laugh out loud and said, “You surely get what I had in mind. You’re so incredible.” Kurai smiled but it was just a brief moment. “You should know that you have to stop worrying about anyone.”

That's how hard soul study is and how powerful and numinous those who specialize in soul art or even achieve a miniature accomplishment on that field. The man has conquered a god body and thus removed his most prominent disadvantage since the war began as how can the man compete evenly with other gods and immortals, no matter how resilient his soul is, if the body can't withstand the force he releases. It's like using surface to air missiles on a .45 caliber handgun or a 7 foot tall hunk of an immortal with his trunk so stiff and ginormous fucking a gorgeous 18 year old virgin girl. Although the latter was made possible because it's slippery when wet but still the point is, the man is now re

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

The Sword God looked at Hai Mingyue, who still appeared calm even after launching an attack, and found himself somewhat baffled. This figure, resembling a water goddess and known as the Goddess of Nature, was truly incredibly powerful—he couldn’t recall the last time he had sensed such power from Hai Mingyue. Taking a deep breath, the Sword God immediately took his leave from Hai Mingyue, brought his wife inside, and turned to leave the Ashura Realm without the slightest resistance. But before he left, a voice from the carriage clearly warned Hai Mingyue to be careful.

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.

"What kind of monster are you? How do you have a tail and hands at the same time? Are you a serpent or a man? Or are you half-man, half-serpent?" The fingertips on my chest paused. The river god murmured softly, "I am..." Just as the river god was about to speak, a massive explosion erupted underwater. The cage shook violently. Water surged, and I choked down several mouthfuls. The river god was startled and stopped what he was doing. Just when I thought he was going to let me go, the river god suddenly tore my legs apart viciously. In the next second, tearing pain and suffocation struck simultaneously. The river god's ice-cold fingertips gripped my throat. The air in my chest was instantly