Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

The impact was seconds away. Now! Just as the soles of her bare feet made contact with the jagged top of the granite pillar, Mwajuma shifted the density of the earth. She didn't stop the stone; she fundamentally changed its nature. The solid, unyielding granite liquefied instantly, turning into a deep, thick pool of soft red clay. She slammed into the top of the pillar. The clay acted as a massive, earthen shock-absorber. She sank deep into the mud, the kinetic energy of her terminal velocity rippling outward in a massive shockwave that blew the leaves off the surrounding canopy trees for a hundred yards.

How was this possible? How could it be like this? Master Gu couldn't believe it, but the sharp pain in his five internal organs kept telling him that these were all real. Yes, Samuel was forced back half a step. But that was because of the huge inertia brought by this guy's rushing from a distance, so that Samuel, who was still, would naturally be knocked back. But it didn't mean that he lost. It was like a motorcycle hitting a car on the roadside, and the car would naturally be knocked back by inertia. But did this mean that the motorcycle had won?

Spears lifted from two soldiers' grips by gusts that were local and specific, targeted at the relationship between a grip and a shaft rather than at anything larger, and drove themselves into the ground harmlessly in the way of things that have been redirected toward an outcome that removes them from the immediate problem without requiring that anyone be hurt by the redirecting. Shields were pushed aside by the specific application of pressure to their surfaces in the way that pressure applied to a surface that is being held by a tired arm works — not forcing the arm to release but making the holding of the shield's angle increasingly less useful, and the soldier choosing the shield's angle

The air changed again. But this time Keisha felt it before the room reacted. A shift in pressure behind her left shoulder. Not impact yet. Prediction of impact. Her body moved instinctively— Not fast enough. A sharp pulse of force hit the space just beside her. Not her body directly. The environment around her. The wall to her left snapped inward with a dull, controlled crack—like something had pressed it from the inside out and released it instantly. Keisha stumbled back on instinct.

Temujin was upon the ship’s wheel in an instant and was turning it like mad. “No, the other way. Left!” Sasha made the hand seal of Zai again. Next, he imagined their entire ship as a fulcrum and that he was moving an invisible giant lever. His crimped fingers felt the water to the right of their ship like a tremendous weight. He gritted his teeth in concentration as he tried to pull this weight. Slowly but surely, their ship was turning and presenting a smaller target. He thought of the great Slayer Archimedes saying: {Give me a place to stand and I shall move the Earth.}

*Whoosh* In one swift motion Mane ducked elegantly as the large paw flashed past the top of his head, tearing apart the laws of Wind that stood in that place. The blow was so strong that the wind it generated traveled all the way to the barrier and created a loud explosion upon impact. She was indeed a Battle Beast, for even a normal strike had this much power.

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

The parchment's hold ripped apart with a violent, concussive force. ​BOOM. ​A shockwave of localized Alpha pressure exploded outward from Marcus’s body. The kinetic force of his shifting aura slammed into the high stained-glass windows of the war room, shattering the panes into a thousand glittering shards that rained down into the courtyard below. The oak doors groaned against their iron hinges. Elena was thrown back against the map table, her silver chains rattling violently as she braced herself against the wind that whipped through the newly emptied window frames.

James and I stood on the patio and looked towards the lines of trees just across the garden from us. The night was quiet and cold but it felt alive with an unseen magic that tugged at my soul. “What happened down there?” I didn’t really know how to answer him. “The same thing happened with Adrian. It’s like a force that comes from somewhere, something overpowering, driving me to win.” “It felt like a sledgehammer had hit me.” “I am sorry, James. It really just happened, I had no control over that punch.”

'Storm Disgrace,' If speed doesn't help, convert momentum. His palm patted Zhao Wuji's thick calves while his body was still bent. Chen's body let out creaking and popping noises when Zhao Wuji felt his legs go numb. He instantly lost balance and fell. His breathing was heavier and he still couldn't see properly. Every attack caused his blood flow to get excited and chaotic. His innards still hurt from the previous attack. At this point, Chen didn't move to pat Wuji's cheek. The crushing force around them instantly disappeared as both of them collapsed.