The Mightiest Disciple Novels & Stories

He was unable to understand what he was seeing. A lanky, young disciple in black from the Purple Spirit Sect sneered and said, "I've said that there wouldn't be a miracle. Don't pin any hope on an ordinary..." Before he could finish his words, Jin couldn't help but swing a punch at him. Then he roared, "Are you f*cking a human..." The lanky, young disciple in black slowly raised his hand to fend off Jin's blow. There was a great disparity in their strength.

But soon, she hung up, explaining, “My master’s phone is off. He must be busy.” Zoey smiled and dialed the number herself, switching to speakerphone. A powerful male voice came through, “My dear disciple, missing me?” Zoey snorted, “Not at all. Old man, why are you still lying?” “Huh? What have I lied about?” “You’ve taken another female disciple!” “No, absolutely not! You’re the only female disciple I have. You can ask your two senior brothers; you are my direct disciple!” “Not buying it! Your so-called direct disciple is standing right in front of me, acting all high and mighty!”

He knew they were stubborn and single-minded. “Master Dustin, I have a request,” Brody said. “Go ahead.” “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. Will you take me in as your disciple?” Brody suddenly dropped to his knees. “I want to learn the strongest martial arts techniques! I want to become a Martial King!” “Ridiculous! Master Dustin doesn’t just take in disciples!” Adrian snapped. His expression darkened. If becoming a disciple was that easy, countless people would have already lined up to learn from Dustin.

Philip and the others looked over and found that most people in the training camp were disciples. They had arrogance and disdain written all over their faces. Philip also felt powerful energy fluctuations and the power of rules from them. The disciples of Cochly Mountain in this training camp were not simple. The murderous and fierce aura exuded from them seemed as if they had just experienced a bloody battle. The weakest person had the strength of the fourth zone. Philip and the others followed Owen inside. Seeing Owen, the disciples bowed slightly and greeted him.

“If I’m arrogant, then your master will be called a dragon for how much his arrogance is worth.” Kael paused, he didn’t remember mentioning that he has a master. “What? What are you talking about? I don’t have a master…” Elena smiled, “Yes you did, don’t you remember the first thing you said when you woke up?” As if a memory crystal was being played, he finally remembered that in fact he did say something about his master. His eyes widened in shock, it was not a known fact that the black sword master of the Curdo Empire had a disciple! Not even an heir! Only the people of the estate and the vassals know.

However, as they were late in admitting disciples, most of the talents had flocked to the Divinity Sect. When he witnessed James’ strength, he was pleased. “Zayn, I can tell that he hasn’t used his full strength yet. Enter the Moonlit Ridge Painting and test his strength.” Hearing this, Zayn furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Master, there are other distinguished disciples that are present here today. Although he’s strong, I don’t think he’s worthy of my attention.”

Everyone, including Jedidiah, Khloris, and the elders, were shocked, especially Jedidiah. He hurried to his feet and said angrily, "Who did that?" Diego was the most talented, impressive, and favorite among many of Jedidiah's disciples. How could he not be angry when his beloved disciple got injured? At that moment, Olive stood there in shock. 'Diego is the most powerful disciple in the Sword Sect. No one could bring him down. Who beat him up?'

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a

At the same time, the woman saw the tip of a sword protruding from the disciple’s heart, blood oozing out continuously. “I... Ugh...” The disciple turned with difficulty, and his expression flashed with disbelief when he saw Andrius’ cold and emotionless face. He was a ninth Divine Step expert! However, someone just snuck up on him and dealt a fatal blow... It was over. Andrius twisted the sword, ending the disciple’s life. Thud... The disciple fell to the ground, dead. Andrius pulled out the sword and said to the stunned woman, “Go home quickly. Try not to come out if you can before order is restored.”

Because the disciples' performance was just too embarrassing! Craneweaver clenched his hand and went to see Mystic Vale. After all, he was the acting leader now, so it was up to him to handle it. Mystic Vale was pretty shameless too. He looked at the already crazy Liran: "Some disciples were sent to the sect, and we always tried our best to train them just to give them a chance. But everyone has their own weaknesses. Even if someone had amazing talent, after entering the formation, the desire to survive might make him forget all the rules."