Martial God Asura Novels & Stories

Condition: Healthy (Mischievous) Skills: Seismic Sense (Passive), Keen Senses (Passive), Earth Control, Earth Armor HP: 4800 MP: 4000 Attack: 120 Intelligence: 80 Constitution: 400 Defense: 250 Agility: 40 The stats were showed that Asura was going the route of a tank, similarly to his minotaur Tank. As for the reason why Asura was able to level up that quickly, what Kirou didn't know was that with the update of Immortal Era's server, the system had granted a buff to the number of experience points both players and their pets would receive for a period of time. Since he was not interested in leveling up quickly like all the other players in the game, Kirou never noticed that there was curren

The wave of energy clash sent the elder and his fellow warriors tumbling back, hitting the ground hard and coughing up blood. The square was filled with the sound of jaws hitting the floor. Rainger and the entire Brown family stood in shock. Their top warrior, a martial general with major mastery, had been flung away by a single blow! What did that mean? "Could it be...a martial god?" the white-haired elder managed between coughs of blood, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect. "What?!" The Brown family members gasped together. A martial god-level opponent!? The adversary was none other than a martial god—a term that seemed too fantastical to believe!

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

His clothes were ripped, and only a loincloth made from spiritual energy was left on him. His muscles were as solid as steel, but there were no spiritual flames on his body. Instead, his body was covered in runes like tattoos. A terrifying spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the mountaintop. Everyone felt pressured as if there was a mountain on top of them. It was an indication of pure power. He was so terrifyingly powerful that it was beyond comprehension. It was his Domain, the Powerful Armysus. Armysus was the wrestling god of Cherrytopia. According to the legend, Armysus could move mountains and was invincible.

They have also placed cans and rubber dolls to shoot them. My vision automatically focuses on Azael and my breath catches. I had already realized that he is much stronger than when I met him, although I thought that was impossible, now I can see it. The muscles in his back and arms tighten under the ink that covers his body and a thin layer of sweat every time he hits the bag. I guess he's not into hand-to-hand fighting because no one is such an idiot to want to fight him, so he has no choice but to hit the sack. Without being able to avoid it, my eyes travel up and down, remembering all those times that I have had the pleasure of kissing and caressing him whenever I wanted, and a nervousnes

While these battles might have seemed intense to the audience, the real experts found them dull. “Asher, your journey in the Ancient Martial Assembly ends here!” Suddenly, a voice prouder and more arrogant than Asher’s sounded. It was none other than Norvin from the Swallows, a Martial God expert. His level was no longer a secret in the ancient martial world. “A Martial God...” A hint of fear flashed in Asher’s eyes, but he said confidently, “Norvin, I was just thinking of seeing what’s different about a Martial God. “Ready!”

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.

My face went white, and even Apollo shouted in alarm. But it was too late. The instant Chloe, a mortal without a shred of divine power, touched the pillar, she shattered the Abyss seal that had held for a hundred years beneath it. Boom! The ground split open, and a three-headed hound engulfed in hellfire burst from the depths. Its crimson eyes locked onto me, the weakest god present, still slumped on the ground, and it lunged with its jaws wide open. I desperately tried to gather my power to fight back, but my weakened body couldn't summon anything.