Solo Leveling All Monarchs Novels & Stories

Andrew needed to know what he was dealing with. "Martial king?" Shiloh's voice carried genuine confusion. Even though her face was covered, Andrew could tell she had no idea what he was talking about. She did not even know what a martial king was? Andrew frowned slightly before explaining, "There's a strict hierarchy of strength in martial arts. It starts with basic martial artists, then moves up to junior grandmasters, then senior grandmasters, and then peak senior grandmasters. "Beyond that, when someone surpasses the grandmaster realm, they become a martial king—ruling by strength alone. And from there, the levels continue to martial emperor and beyond."

"Yes. I also didn't forget you told me I will be a future colleague." The Countess laughed, "Even now, you are a princess of the east. Actually I've already given you so many clues about it. Anyway, let's move to the next one. The highest that could be reached is Level 10 and those who managed to do so are real monsters. Not only are they awarded strength capable of creating and destroying realms in this world, they are also awarded a certain number of wishes. Those wishes are what drove people like us to survive and reach the top. While the system is the embodiment of mystery and could let us wield power and be superior to everyone else, those wishes are what truly embodied the impossible.

I let my power out slowly. Carefully. Not the roar. Not the flame. Just a thread. Without Sol anchoring the bond, hiding my energy signature was harder than I expected. The Monarch Queen’s technique—the Veil of the Core—had been meant for two. Alone, it hurt. The moment I loosened the locks in my mind, the void resisted. My wolf stirred restlessly, the shadows clawing upward like they had been buried alive. I forced them down.

The room was silent at that, and Rags was all the more shocked to hear that Caleb and Tia instantly dispatched over a dozen novice Scion ranks! Clack! After a few seconds, Rags finally audibly put down his chess piece. Seeing the shock in his eyes, Hwata asked in curiosity, "Master, are you going to take him as an apprentice?" "I'm afraid that's beyond me," Rags said quietly. Both Udal and Hwata were astounded as they knew better than anyone Rags' position in the entire continent. In fact, across all five subcontinents of Nors, Rags was undoubtedly the strongest Sword Monarch.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

“You’ve cultivated for many years, yet your strength is only on par with mine. Furthermore, you’re untrustworthy and lack dignity. Could it be that you spent all those years cultivating as a dog?” Those words were a blatant provocation. “Insolence!” Sure enough, the Hidden Monarch was infuriated. With a roar, he attacked Andrius directly. An immense pressure was released in an instant. As a top figure at the peak of the late Aureate Immortal stage, his realm was no less than Andrius. He indeed had reason to be proud in the Upper Realm. Swoosh— The Hidden Monarch’s speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Andrius, raising his hand to use his signature

As for getting to Saint Realm, it would require too many lavish points. Therefore, he decided to first reach peak Sovereign Rank, and then slowly find a solution to continue improving. David glanced at his system panel. [Host: David Lidell [Balance: 10000000000000000 (Star Dollars) [Body: Ruler level 1 (You may upgrade one level using 10 lavish points) [Mind: Infinity level 10 (You may upgrade using 100 lavish points) [Combat: Eternal Realm Beginner Ruler Rank [Combat Skills: Void Punch (Perfection), Air Crushing Slap (Perfection), Evil-Splitting Sword Technique (Perfection)

Trainee Spiritualist! Beginner Spiritualist! Low Level Spiritualist! Mid-Level Spiritualist! The Northern Monarch’s strength finally capped at the peak of Mid-Level Spiritualist. He balled his fists in disbelief once the process was over. But before he could analyse his current situation a severe headache consumed him, and he fell to the ground in agony. “Argh”

“Ma'am, have you ever thought about having two monarchs in the same space? What do you think will happen?” Two monarchs... The expression on the Governess' face solidified. “Do you know what are you saying right now? How could it be possible? Only one monarch can rule within a certain space, and now there's Dior Lee, there will be no second monarch or anything.” Why would there be a second monarch? Once a monarch emerged, the lower-level undeads will instantly swear loyalty to them and will never follow another leader again. Even the higher ones will bow to the monarch. That's why there can't be two monarch, unless Dior Lee is dead.

"You two? The Secret Sect? I suggest you leave quietly. I've already killed plenty of the Secret Sect's members today. Don't push your luck, or you'll end up just like them." "Kill us?" The two men were momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. "Kid, I'll admit you've exceeded our expectations. Killing direct disciples proves you're talented. But we're stage-nine martial monarchs. Even if we fight someone of equal rank, you won't gain any advantage." "Not to mention, we're both mid-stage stage-nine martial monarchs. What could you possibly do to challenge us?" They sneered, their faces full of mockery. The martial monarch realm had immense gaps between each level. This was the differenc