The Omnipotent Martial Artist Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Look, that's the Naib family from Washington. They’re the fifth in the SCBA. “The Naib family is a branch of a certain Buddhist clan. Their ancestors were disciples of the clan and had mastered the Eight Fixed Palms, a very powerful martial art. They could smash a granite wall that’s ten centimeters thick with one hand! “And that’s Delta Corp of Arizona. Wow, that corporation really is something else. They’re more powerful than the Naibs too! Their CEO is an extremely skilled fighter who mastered the Golden Shield and the Steel Cloth. He’s basically invincible. I heard that bullets can’t even go through his flesh!” Beatrice was in awe. “Really? If bullets won’t hurt him, then isn’t he like

He looked at Charlie in horror and asked with difficulty, “You… How?! How can you be so powerful? Who the h*ll are you?!” Charlie arched his brow, his lips an amused smile. “You’ve asked that question thrice.” Julian didn’t seem to have heard and went on, “You… What the hell are you?! I’ve never seen anyone who can surpass the strength of six-star martial artists before the age of thirty!” Charlie asked Julian, “Have you heard of Porter?” “Porter?” Julian repeated. “I’ve heard of him before. He’s the lord of Ten Thousand Armies, an eight-star martial artist!”

One of Martel's men stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Mystical Chubby. With a swift move, Mystical Chubby seized the man's hand and twisted it. A sickening snap filled the air as the man's finger wilted. The man howled in agony. "You're asking for it!" came a stern voice as a fist flew toward Mystical Chubby. The attacker was a martial artist, boasting an impressive level of skill known as warrior ultimate mastery. Snap! Mystical Chubby remained seated, unfazed. A wave of force emanated from him, and the man's arm was jolted out of its socket.

Behind, there is even an illusory world of chaos, which is the blessing power of chaos, forming an extraordinary vision. Combining everything, his strength is even more extraordinary, and his strength is also growing stronger, with just the strength of his body, it is enough to suppress a top martial artist. Of course, the Golden Armor Grandmaster is not a top martial artist that can compare. Especially with Break Nowhere Punch in hand, it is a masterpiece of martial arts, it is powerful, it is very terrifying. Golden Armor Grandmaster's expression was slightly moved, although his heart was shaken, he was still angry even more.

It was a true testament to a martial artist's dedication and skill. Reaching this post-stage level signified a significant transformation, a qualitative leap in a martial artist's abilities. The Monroe family had poured vast resources into their search, yet they had been unable to secure a Post-Advanced Martial Artist for their own protection. Rumor had it that the leader of Stanva City's underworld held this prestigious title, but as the Monroe family operated within legitimate business circles, Sirius had never encountered such an individual. Isabella gave a slight nod. "That strike was undeniably powerful, approaching the level of a Post-Advanced Martial Artist. However, maintaining such

James forcibly suppressed his anger and asked, “You mentioned the Omniscient Deity from Earth. Is he strong?” “Why? Have you not heard of him? Oh! You must be new, right?” James nodded and said, “Mhm. I just recently entered Earth and don’t know much about this world.” “I knew it.” In an effort to sell his goods, the fat man eagerly explained things to James, “The Omniscient Deity is Earth’s strongest martial artist. He’s a Herculean in terms of rank, and there are rumors that he’s reached the Third Layer of the rank since he defeated a Herculean Second Layer in the past.”

he muttered, his voice tinged with awe and apprehension. The type of physique that was once described in the ancient martial arts texts, Taylor had lived his entire life but never encountered such a genius. Alexander possessed the epitome of a perfect martial arts physique, simply flawless. The flow of energy was so harmonious that he would almost never go off the rails when practicing. It was a super physique that countless martial arts practitioners could only dream of. It was no surprise that Alexander had attained semi-Empyrean status at such a young age and even mastered the use of Empyrean power. If such a terrifying genius was not killed that day, he would undoubtedly pose a significa

Did this mean the teacher… was the boss of their boss? Their heads couldn't handle this information. Wait a second. Did the older man say "Master Pearce"? Was he referring to the same Master Pearce who conjured a leviathan out of thin air and defeated Deus Gamibo, the undefeated King of Martial Arts? Machetes, baseball bats, and various weapons clattered to the floor. They were terrified. Everyone had heard of Master Pearce. He was an actual superhero, unbeatable and indestructible! Cyclops felt despair consume him. "Oh God! Save me, Mr. Flemming!"

All of them were equally amazed watching two of their masters sparring in the arena. One of those two masters swung his sword down hard. He smirked when his opponent withstood the blow with her own sword. The impact was so strong that sparks flew from the collided metal. "Come on, Lulu. Tired already?" he asked, teasing. Even when he himself was panting lightly. The man was Rion Ren, one of the masters from Liebu Mountain. He was strong and his moves were fast and agile. Many people had tried to challenge him, but very few could match his power. And even fewer who were able to defeat him.