Martial Peak Novels & Stories

I watched their charade calmly until someone suddenly punched my back. Max screamed, “You’re bullying Aunt Pearl again! I don’t want you as my mom, you bitch! I want Aunt Pearl to be my mom!” James barked at him angrily. “Max Felton, enough!” Max cowered in fear and then leaped into Pearl’s arms, wailing. “Don’t go, Aunt Pearl! I don’t want you to go!” The two of them huddled and cried as though I was the villain tearing them apart. James watched, biting his lip unknowingly.

No one was that stupid. Martial artists were now out in the open. Everyone was about to start learning martial arts. No one would say no to making a name for themselves. No one would refuse to bring glory to their family. No one would reject bringing glory to themselves again. Therefore, everyone worked hard to put their best foot forward at this meeting. The forces attending the meeting were led up to Dark Cape Peak, the highest peak on Dark Cape. Dark Cape Peak was a scenic place with a commanding view of Dark Cape’s landscape.

Ezekiel put one hand behind his back and said proudly, "I never joke around. I want to challenge Holtrien in my country's sacred name, specifically the Martial Tower that's known as the Eastern Arsenal. "Martial Tower was built with 100 floors, representing the pinnacle of Holtrien's martial arts. I may be unworthy, but I want to prove to your entire nation that there's still more beyond 100. Standing on the peak of Martial Tower's 100th floor and trampling everything underfoot? That view must be magnificent."

After all, warriors at the peak did not just appear anywhere. Only a small minority of the warriors in the Whirling World could stand at the peak. Warriors at the peak made up for less than a thousandth of the warriors there. Furthermore, those warriors were mostly gathered at Toman City, and would not mix around with regular warriors. So, the regular warriors were only able to talk about these warriors at the peak, but never got to meet one.

This does not count, he feels that at this moment Tadhg Walter, far from the usual peak Martial God must be much stronger. I'm just afraid that they can all fight with the Martial King, and in the martial domain, only the ten thousand ancients who have just shown their peak of heaven can do such a thing. Tadhg Walter turned to leave, heading towards the Ghost Scene Forest to attack.

He picked up his gourd containing Zephyr Tear and poured a few sips into his mouth. Then, he said, “You’re wrong. Mount Martialis is no longer at the bottom of the seven peaks. It has been elevated to a higher sect, with an additional three stars.” James smiled faintly. He sat down next to Perthacus, casually took the Zephyr Tear Gourd, and tilted his head for a large sip. “You’re too impudent!” Perthacus stared at James unhappily. “I’m the Peak Master of Mount Martialis. Stealing my things is disrespecting authority and violating the rules of the Timaeus Sect.”

Because sometimes, the only way to find clarity in confusion is to confront it head-on. As I stood at the edge of town, gazing up at the imposing Hollow Peak looming over it, I couldn’t help but marvel at how breathtakingly beautiful it was. The mountain, with its jagged peaks and snow-capped summit, looked like a giant diamond sparkling in the sunlight. And the town at its foot, nestled in the valley, was equally enchanting, with its charming houses and cozy streets.

"Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you." I was certain that I was dead, yet my vision cleared up at that moment. In fact, I even heard a melodic male voice booming right next to me. It was such a shame that the man wasn't directing the question at me at all. My vision sharpened once again. I found myself staring at a simplistic ward belonging to a makeshift hospital located at the base camp of the tallest mountain in the world. Gerard Frost, my husband, happened to be caressing his best friend, Olivia Hallburg's cheek with his fingers. Worry was written all over his face.

The background noise just drowns whatever commotion is going on between them now. The blade drops to the ground and that's where she kicks his groin. Then finishes him off with a roundhouse kick. This time the guy kisses the ground. Then she turns her back from him to pick up her scattered things. Shoving each of it in her bag. While she was busy mumbling about her unlucky night.

It descended like a towering iron pillar. There was no escape for Chase. A determined glint flashed in Chase's eyes as he activated his core technique, summoning all his remaining strength. Chase crossed his arms to block the elder's strike. The clash echoed like clanging metal. "What?!" The elder's pupils contracted as disbelief spread across his face. "A peak martial deity possessing such a powerful physique? Impossible! That’s utterly impossible!" The peak of martial deity was only half a step from breaking through to martial god, but that half-step was a chasm that most could never cross. It required unparalleled talent, understanding, opportunity, and resources.