Star Martial God Novels & Stories

The old man opened his mouth once again and spilled the words in a slow manner, “And only a real strong fighter is able to control the Chi in their body and release it and use it to attack. Such strong fighters are rare, and we see them as someone who has surpassed the level of the ultimate grandmaster of martial arts; such a person is basically considered a semi-god! Because they can fly in the air!” At this time, an old man from the crowd stood up from his chair and jeered, “Why are you telling us about that? Who doesn’t know about that! In general, those common elite fighters in our families are like the majors and the marshals from the military; and the elders are like the kings and quee

At this, the whole place turned silent. “A-A Martial Saint…” someone said in a trembling voice. A Martial Saint was more powerful and exceptional than a ninth grade fighter. A Martial Saint was the true dominating force in the martial world. Such a person could weave through an army of hundreds and thousands and defeat them all, even under the onslaught of a rain of bullets! Such a person was nearly impossible to find in Lovellia. They were a titan among men. Dustin was so young. It was impossible to think he was anywhere near such a level.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

BOOOOOMMMMM…. The two giants battled in the empty space there; the shattered world of blood, now reduced to sparks of fire, made the atmosphere truly come alive. "God's blood breath!" BOOOOOMMMMM… "Haaaaaaaaa!" The two attacks collided and pushed against each other. "Die! Star Technique, Sealing Demons!" Long Chen unleashed his star power while still locked in combat with the Blood Sect Master. He created ten stars that surrounded the Blood Sect Master, then sealed all of his movements with golden chains so he could not move. Long Chen’s attack, which had been blocked by the Blood Sect Master, immediately slammed into his body.

"You know who I am, Bastian. You have suffered for the sins of my bloodline. All of you have. Sarn suffers still. He will never shift to dragon again. He..." Bastian interrupts me. "Sarn is at peace and happy. He told me that in his heart he will forever be dragon and no Goddess can take that away from him." Bastian's words only frustrate me further. "I'm not destined for a mate, Bastian. My uncle caused the curse and I shall pay for his sins until one-hundred thousand years has passed. Wishing it different changes nothing." "You are fucking wrong," Bastian thunders and shoots flames from his great mouth.

I was slightly pissed off. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a proper ego boost for me. You’ve never squirted in your life and you meet me and every time my dick or my hand is in your pussy you squirt fucking everywhere,” he kissed my neck. I moaned in annoyance and put my hand on his chest. “You were saying? Your scar?” “I was stabbed. Years ago,” his mouth was still on my neck. “It looks bad.” “It was”, he washed his own chest now. “I nearly died.”

Even if it happened somehow, Isabella would have saved the choice for Samantha. The young Alpha had been praised for being handsome and highly skilled in battle. He had defeated many poorly managed or undeserving Alphas and had earned the title of War God. He was exceedingly intelligent and had expanded his territory through trade. Our pack was truly no match for his. However, three months ago, he’d been horribly injured in a major car accident. Now, word was circling around that he looked terrifying, was disabled, and his temperament had become violent due to his life’s changes.

Dick was extremely shocked as well. He said, “Sergeant Larson is going to turn into a god, isn’t he? An invincibilis fighter before the age of 30 years old is quite… I can’t even find the right word to describe him…” The breakthrough in one’s training to become an invincibilis fighter was considered divinization in the martial arts world. It made the person a walking god in the world. On the other hand, Zayn was about to be a god who could rule over the world now too!

The knowledge causing a remark to form on the edge of her sharp tongue, Chiri’s mouth creased into a wry smile as she answered, “Yes, because I find the pleasure of your company all the more riveting.” Her sarcasm met with the jagged edge of a blade; it was drawn up to her neck by the second person who had entered into their conversation. Peering over at the man, his torso exposed by the forgotten buttons of his shirt, Chiri could see the various tattoos that were etched across his body. Making up sigils and patterns, she could tell at a glance that they were what enabled him to use spatial magic so rapidly during their previous battle. The man being the very same from the trap Ryker had set