Martial Arts Fiction Novels & Stories

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

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.

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

Axel POV The rhythmic thud of my fists against the padded training dummy echoed in the open air. I focused on my movements, each thought sending a ripple of tension down my spine. I had been at it for hours; the rhythmic sounds of my fists were the only thing keeping me grounded these days. Martial arts was a human art, but I loved it. It had always been my escape, the one place where I could channel my frustrations, and lately those frustrations were all about Lunnette.

I almost laughed, but all that came out was a rich chuckle. Then he moved as he crossed the distance between us and we started to fight. I tossed my gun at him and he did the same. It clashed midair as he lunged at me and tried to punch me but I kicked my forearm with his and pinged him back. He knew martial arts—real martial arts. Not that pretty stuff you see in Hong Kong flicks or on late-night cable—the ugly-fast-efficient kind designed to put an end to fights. He was good. But I wasn’t a stranger to getting my hands dirty.

If that's true, then maybe the Rainbow Pill isn't just able to enhance his physical strength, but might also enhance his Dragon Transformation to the intermediate stage of perfection. "Will you give it to me?" Long Chen asked with a shining gaze. "Hmm! I'll also give you a martial arts technique, Brother Chen." Xie Hien pulled out an old, slightly worn book and handed it to Long Chen. Long Chen looked at the title of the book, which read 'Fire Body Art.' He opened the first page, and his eyes widened instantly upon seeing the first page alone. He began reading the other pages, which left Long Chen in awe of the 'Fire Body Art.'

she scoffed. Elio had been training in martial arts since he was a kid, learning from a master. He knew his stuff and recognized the moves right away. Surprised, he shifted into Mystical Pure Technique, his moves graceful and sharp. The Mystical Pure Technique was from Wuldeen Boxing, and it was all about balance—combining spiritual, internal, and external strength into one powerful force. Bang! Bang! Bang! The two young fighters exchanged punches and kicks, their battle as thrilling as a movie scene.

That wasn’t some small-time media that they could just let go! Information about the martial arts world was originally full of mystery, and once it appeared in the world, it was very sought after. Now, there were no restrictions on it, and countless people burned the midnight oil for several nights in a row. Many of them tried to pull out more mysterious information about the martial arts world… And some would do everything they could to gain more traffic to their articles or pages. They couldn’t get their hands on the actual videos, but they could weave their stories and make fake videos. It could trick the public to get a considerable number of clicks and views.

The white-robed envoy laughed. "How do you know I won't believe you if you don't tell me?" Samuel said. "In terms of level, the people of the martial arts academy are lower than the culture academy. The martial arts academy focuses more on pure cultivation, but the culture academy is different. The culture academy not only has a higher cultivation than our martial arts academy, it also needs a more meticulous mind. It can be said that the martial arts academy is more like a dagger in our manor master's hands. Wherever he wants us to kill, we don't even have to think about it. The martial arts academy is just like the death squad in your Central Plains."

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