Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

I turned on instinct, only to find myself facing a chest. He stood about six-four, his frame carrying a kind of strength that didn’t need to show off. It was not the wild, inflated kind you see at gyms, this was controlled strength, the slightly slender quiet type that could break you without a sound. I swallowed and shifted slightly, glancing behind him. The door was shut. Ruthless was gone. My stomach dropped. I closed my eyes, nails digging into my palms as I muttered a silent prayer. I was with half hope, and half desperation.

I stayed down, fighting the weight in my chest. Bronco loomed above me, his expression granite. “You think strength is landing one strike? You think power is standing until someone pushes harder? No. Strength is killing hesitation. It’s burning weakness out of your bones. And right now…” his gaze cut into me like a blade, “…you’re still weak.” I tried to rise. My arms shook, my knees buckled. Nothing obeyed me. The mat clung to my skin like it meant to keep me there. “Pathetic,” he growled, watching me. “One second of doubt Nyx, and you’re dead. Defiance will cost you your life. Learn that, or stay on the floor forever.”

Liam immediately tried to get up, however Gary's powerful attack had left him very weak, so he couldn't get up, he could hardly move his feet and hands. Struggling against the aftermath of Gary's powerful attack, Liam tried to push himself to his feet with absolute determination, his muscles trembling with effort. Yet, despite trying his hardest to get to his feet, weakness ran through his body, rendering unable to stand up. Gary's attack was not a Normal one, it was more than a dozen times more powerful than that of a very trained martial artist.

[New Quest] [punches Felix and Hendry in the face.] [Every time you hit, you will gain additional physical strength]

Yman shook his head slightly to get rid of the quarreling duo in his mind. Well too bad that his defective deity was not with him at the moment. So he couldn't use his useless skills. And in terms of attributes alone, he could surmise that he was below in all aspects. At the moment, he only had 2 Strength, 2 Vitality, and 1 Agility. He let a sigh escape from his mouth and about to leave when... "Hey, Hey, Frogman!" Called out from one of Kiko's friends. "Frogman?" Someone among the surrounded trainee repeated.

Kael replied. "No," she said. "You probably do not." She was right, and he looked down the corridor toward the research annex wing. "What is the theory?" he asked. Lyra's voice lowered. "Hidden strength." Kael blinked, the phrase settling like a stone in still water. It lingered after the duel and during the potion lab, felt both ridiculous and dangerous. "Hidden strength," he repeated. "Yes," Lyra said. "A concealed ability exists, but it's not measured correctly."

The highest one’s physical strength could reach was the Ancestral God Rank. Even after practicing the Omniscience Path, one would still only be able to reach the Ancestral God Rank. After that, it was impossible to improve one’s physical strength further, no matter what kind of Supernatural Power or Secret Art one mastered. That was a known fact. Santino was not expecting Forty-nine’s physical strength to be so terrifying that he could even resist an attack from him and not die. James walked toward Santino step by step, and Santino slowly backed away.

she explained. Q thought of wanting to see his information and the text popped up in front of him. As explained, only he could see his complete information. Normally, that is. “The status differs per person. It adapts to the person's experience and makes it easier for them to understand.” She continued. “Some people have numeral values, some have letter grades. Others don't have them at all and instead focus on their abilities and titles.” What remained constant was the main stats themselves. Strength, STR, refers to physical prowess. It partially increases health.

Strong boys don’t cry. Those words echoed faintly in his memory, though he misunderstood them completely. Strength was never meant to mean silence, but in Kane’s mind, strength meant suffering quietly. Another wave of discomfort surged through his body, stronger this time. His breath hitched. His fingers trembled. He pressed his face harder into the pillow, biting down to keep from making noise.