The Omnipotent Martial Artist Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter Two: The King of Rogues I have fought too many battles in my life. Everyday is a struggle for survival. In my world, you have to be strong. Weakness is never an option. I was moulded to be strong by the elements that rule my life, and those elements are 'Fight or perish and kill or be killed'. Once I understood those elements, I had no choice but to adapt. I did not want to be part of the inferior stock. I had to fight. Fighting and gaining more strength have been the features of my daily life.

Closing my eyes, once in awhile I thought of what kind of enchantments I should say to let out my power. “Let’s see…” I glanced at the glowing veins at my hand. It was starting to feel a bit painful because of how I’m not used to exerting my Mana on my hand. I gritted my jaw for a few moments then took a deep breath. “…Art of Creation.” I felt a sudden ZAP on my hand. TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2

Harold Girard couldn't push the hundreds of thoughts that flooded his subconscious per nanosecond out of his head as he sat on the earth, so he stood up to continue his journey. A new wave of sturdy, unshakable courage and fiery anger swelled in him and he understood why all along, he had kept on pushing when he could turn back. He was tired. Wearied. Beaten and exhausted of being a pushover. He wanted more to his life. More purpose and importance, and although he was an Omega, he was the pup of an Alpha! He was a machinery built for battles and combats and warfare! He had to prove it; his worth. With a throbbing leg supported by the pristine walls of the grotto, Harold continued in the dar

It means that their magic and strength were not strong enough to easily kill one of those monsters that were rank C. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ n0velB(i).NET ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ. They were wishing for the instructors to rescue him immediately. But they noticed none of the instructors had the plan to make a move.

“Yes. That is true. However, not everyone has an ability.” My mate slightly frowns. “Yeah, I’m one who doesn’t have any abilities. However, I am very good at martial arts, but that doesn’t really count as an ability.” Oh, what is she saying? She is superb at martial arts. I smile and kiss her cheek. “Baby, it counts to me, and you have been such a big help. Without you, the pack wouldn’t have learned what they have regarding martial arts. This gives us one additional way to strengthen ourselves, especially while we are in our human form.”

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

He regretted himself for focusing so much on his opponent's attacks and damage that he had forgotten another important aspect of his status as a wizard and martial artist. Remember, the important aspects of martial arts and magic status are: Courage, intelligence, agility, vitality, and magic attacks. While his body was galloping, Li Wei thought of the most appropriate attack to hit the Centipede Monster - Vampling, the first attack that preceded the other Fighters who were heading towards Vampling.

Xiao Chen replied with a smile, but for some reason, that smile felt like someone living in solitude. … “I, Xiao Chen, may be a criminal, but you don’t deserve to speak to me like that! I’ll kill you, Ming Yue!” Xiao Chen shouted, emanating an incredibly powerful aura that even caused the Heaven Sect disciples to kneel on the ground, unable to withstand Xiao Chen’s pressure. “Hahahaha! This is just an excuse for you trash, so don’t compare me to you trash! You…” Ming Yue’s laughter faded as he saw Xiao Chen suddenly transform. The figure of a man in battle armor, with a sword at his waist, transformed the atmosphere around him.