Martial Arts Fantasy Novels & Stories

But he recovered instantly, sprang upright, and counterattacked. Pramesti cried out and scrambled away. She knew almost nothing about martial arts, but even she could feel the razor-sharp gusts of air generated by the fighters' blows. They stung her skin like flying shards of glass. All she could do was stand there, stunned, watching Prince Wiratmaka trade blows with the unknown fighter. They moved impossibly fast. Too fast for her eyes to follow. All she could see were two dark figures flashing back and forth, illuminated by the torches around the school and the orange glow of the burning houses in the distance.

Tian Sen calmly read the manual in his room, completely absorbed in himself as he studied the Fire Fist technique. In the martial arts technique book, there were three levels for each technique: basic, intermediate, and advanced. Tian Sen was a special child who could train martial arts techniques directly to the advanced level—of course, no one was aware of this yet. But Tian Sen also never showed his abilities to others because he himself rarely fought. It was almost only because his aunt and older brother were being harassed that he intervened; otherwise, Tian Sen would be an emotionless man on the outside. Time passed, and at night, Tian Sen went out to a place where no one was around—th

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.

Martin's hobby is reading light novels about martial arts and sorcery spells to enjoy his pastime. "I like this novel a lot. It is light and has no heavy twists and plots. Just enough for my taste. And those wizard spells, magic circles, and talismans are so cool." He has few hobbies, so reading became his consistent number one hobby. While rubbing his seemingly ordinary necklace with a pendant of a typical blackbird, a family heirloom, he has a great time imagining himself as a martial artist riding a sword and flying across the vast horizon or casting an almighty spell capable of blocking out the sky, overturning the mountains, and drying up oceans down to their beds.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

Sia was lying on the bed, her face pale as a ghost. It didn’t even look like she was breathing. R waited impatiently for S-15 to arrive. *What happened mat…..Gosh! What happened to her leg?* S-15 said as he took in her bruised and battered leg. *How can I cure her?* R said as he gripped S-15’s shoulder. *The only way is to use a healing wand.* *But, that is in master’s room.*

Taran shook his head. “Not necessarily. Emperor Raiah mentioned that King Marciais created the Divine Martial Art and the Marciais Path. So many years have passed. No one knows how far he’s reached in the Marciais Path. If his Divine Martial Art isn’t successful, he won’t be my match. If it is, we will only find out who’s stronger after battling.”

“You were right, Ms. Miley. Your sister’s man truly is talented and bold. “And that’s exactly why it’s interesting. Say, wouldn’t it be fun and exciting once I break his legs and make him watch me play with his woman? “Hahahaha!” Welt laughed his stomach off; his words and actions were filled with arrogance and fearlessness. “I hope that you’d be able to talk this big later,” Harvey said. “No, no, no! I’m not that good at boasting! My fists are my strongest point, after all! “Judging from how you took out two of my men with ease, you must be good at martial arts. “You should understand something, then… All martial arts originate from different sects! “And I, Welt, belong to the Adenar Temple

The words were written in archaic characters, so Darryl was utterly stunned. Then he recalled that when Megan faced the bearded man and his group earlier, she had managed to knock down so many people single-handedly. It seemed like an impossible feat, even though she had training. Finally, Darryl believed Megan. "The disciples from the six sects are also called cultivators. The realms of martial cultivators include Master, Master General, Martial Marquis, Martial Saint, and Martial Emperor. Each realm is divided into five levels." Megan no longer observed Darryl's expression; she just went on and on.

“…Are you suggesting that he has an even higher title…?” Holding his breath, Parker then stared wide-eyed at Gerald as he trembled while muttering, “…He… He’s a great master…” The realm of legends was the most mysterious of realms when it came to ancient martial arts. Many have failed to get there even after spending their entire lives trying to achieve it, and this included people from within secret societies. “…W-what…? You can’t be serious, can you, grandpa?” stuttered Winnie as her jaw dropped.