Martial Universe Novels & Stories

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

He also asks me questions about my universe and we trade knowledge for a while before deviating and talking about other things. We get to know each other better and I discover that Travis actually likes our universe more than his because there is more freedom here. According to him; if you do not strictly adhere to the law and make a little mistake, you get blacklisted by the government and there are no courts to appeal before. The government controls everything so if you offend them, you would lose everything including your house, job, car, freedom and food supply. It must be torture for such a free spirited person like Travis, even I wouldn't want to live in such a universe.

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

I hate wasting my time, had learned at a very young age when my grandfather instead of letting me run wild with my peers made me sit for hours upon hours taking lessons from the oracles that when you can't change shit you just go with it. Every day of my life from the age of four until about eighteen I spent at least sixteen hours in a small room alone with my tutors or training in military arts. That fucking Sun Tzu is a sadist. Of all the philosophies I had to learn and follow, the art of war was the one to put its foot in my ass. I wasn't allowed to cry, wasn't allowed to complain about the strenuous rigorous daily grind not even when I was five years old. I saw my father maybe once a wee

The realm of cultivators in the eastern continent is divided: - Human Realm (1-9) - Body Tempering (1-9) - Earth (1-9) - Heaven (1-9) - Soul (1-9) - Divine (1-9) - Immortal (1-9) For martial arts, techniques are subdivided: - Low - Middle - High - Earth - Sky - Heaven Each martial arts technique mastery is also divided into three levels beginning, middle, and peak. In this world, there are also three types of skills, divided into Alchemy Master Level 1-9, Array Master Level 1-9, and Refining Master Level 1-9. But in the city of Yulan, the strongest level of each master is two. Just like the second-level masters, the strongest martial arts techniques are only at the intermediate level.

"Autumn Moon Palace is hosting a grand martial arts competition next week, with many top martial artists expected to participate." Sebastian is not interested in these stories and patiently waits for the relevant information. Finally, the storyteller begins to share the news Sebastian has been waiting for: "A recent incident involved a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect named Tommy, who was killed while traveling. The murderer is a rogue cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage named Jacket, known for his ruthless nature." Hearing this information, Sebastian feels relieved. The murderer is only in the Nascent Soul stage and is a rogue cultivator. The situation doesn't seem as dangerous as he ha

Of course he was worried that he would end up like the rest of the Shamo boys, dying between life and death. "Impossible! We've given them an anesthetic that can work for a whole day! It's not even half a day yet!” "Yeah, that's impossible!" replied the others in unison. “Didn't Young Master say that Xu Jun was indeed different? Could it be that he has a body that doesn't work with drugs? How about that?" someone said while shuddering in horror, all the crew were silent for a moment. What they had just heard could well be true. In the world of martial arts, medical laws sometimes cannot apply to a certain warrior's body.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

His change in demeanor surprised me, but I boarded their vehicle and we moved towards our destination. Felixe introduced me to his team. “Meet Carl Duncan, the leader of my army. He has served as Beta to the most powerful pack in North America, the Everridge Guardians. Carl’s unbeaten so far, and I am indebted to him for agreeing to help me with my mission.” I smiled at him, realizing where I had seen him. He was in the news for gaining victory on a very important mission. We shook hands, and he introduced the rest of the team.

The specific quality of his attention that made you feel that what you had said was not moving through him on its way to somewhere else but arriving and staying. I stood up and went to the window. The territory was dark below. The torches along the outer wall made small yellow circles on the ground. Beyond the wall the forest was invisible, just a deeper darkness where the lights ended. Somewhere in that darkness, six days from now, an alliance of five packs was going to test whether Blood Moon's borders held. Austin had said, "they do not understand what they are fighting." He was right. They thought they were fighting a forbidden bond. An administrative inconvenience. An Alpha who had let