True Martial World Raws Novels & Stories

“Not something I share with everyone. Rancid saved my ass, literally, from getting raped in the showers. After that, I was his shadow. I learned from him and that’s how I survived two more attacks. I spent a lot of time in solitary, but nobody ever caught me with a shiv in the lunch line. I killed five guys in prison like that, men that were going to come after us. The last fight was six months before I got out, Rancid died that day, instead of me. I came here because I felt like I owed the club a debt. They kept me safe in prison, so when I got out, I came here. I repaid that debt, but I like the club. I like the guys, and that’s why I stayed. That’s why my loyalty will always belong to the

Ricardo trudged slowly out of the old mansion. His steps were slow and heavy, his gaze unfocused and back hunched as if all the weight of the world had suddenly been placed on his shoulders. His steps were uneven and he might collapse if he didn't steady himself. He looked like a man that had just lost the most precious thing in the world.

“You were right, Ms. Miley. Your sister’s man truly is talented and bold. “And that’s exactly why it’s interesting. Say, wouldn’t it be fun and exciting once I break his legs and make him watch me play with his woman? “Hahahaha!” Welt laughed his stomach off; his words and actions were filled with arrogance and fearlessness. “I hope that you’d be able to talk this big later,” Harvey said. “No, no, no! I’m not that good at boasting! My fists are my strongest point, after all! “Judging from how you took out two of my men with ease, you must be good at martial arts. “You should understand something, then… All martial arts originate from different sects! “And I, Welt, belong to the Adenar Temple

My voice low, signalling a warning edged with raw fury as I paced around now. I looked back at him. Sharp. “I just became an Elite!! Hey!!” "Cool off, Leon." Hale said, dragging his voice, not getting how tensed I am. I roared. “The funds loss were made known—” “But not the names of the ones who stole it, you asshole!” Hale shouted back. His face flushed dark—red creeping up his neck. His veins all bulged—thick, pulsing ropes. His eyes wild—pupils huge, now mad like me.

That sloppy Military Punch wasn't even as good as what they had been capable of at the age of five. "I'll do it!" A man in white martial arts training clothes from Southia leaped into the arena. A rookie had finally turned up, and he was determined to regain the dignity of the Southia martial arts community. If the other candidates were all experts, he would have come for nothing. Although he wasn't very skilled, it depended on his opponent. Against the international experts at the seventh level of the Celestial realm and above, he stood absolutely no chase. However, Zane was a rookie who couldn't even get into the arena without a ladder. Although the Southian Warrior had only just broken th

I pulled into the parking lot of the out-of-the-way warehouse and drove around back out of view of the street that was barely used by the public. The young men I’d called here were already waiting. Marcus and Matthew, the Jamaican twins who excel in all forms of hand-to-hand combat from Korean Han Mu Do to Israeli Krav Maga, leaned against the building as if they didn’t have a care in the world, while Robert the expert marksman paced back and forth as if restless. That boy is never happy unless he has his eye to a scope. Denver was the last of the group, his proficiency in Paranza Corta is the reason he’s here.

He did not know where Chester was at that moment; if he were to continue with the fight by himself, it would mean his eventual death. "You dare to run?" Megan sneered and leapt forward to chase after him. "Master Castello, I'll help you!" A handsome figure appeared amongst the crowd and followed Megan. They chased after Dax—it was Tianshan's Chelsea Rye! For the past ten years, the World Universe's sects had produced many talents, and Chelsea from Tianshan School was one of the best! She was barely 30 years old and was already a level five Martial Saint. She was quite well-known amongst the cultivators in the World Universe.

With the liability waiver form signed, it means he can no longer quit, and if must abide to the rules of the combat. He stood there indifferently like he didn't care at all. 'This Grandwar masters are a piece of cake' he smirked. The three grandwar masters had been to many battles and as such fear was not a word in their dictionary. They stood side by side, they were all about a feet taller than their opponent, Mark. Their muscles were all puffed out and they looked astoundingly strong. Whereas Mark was just an average looking fighter. Many shook their head bitterly, even Diana did as the grandwar masters spread their hands displaying their six packs and how strong they could actually be. Ri

Twenty shots of golden light shot out from his hands and legs to clash head-on with Travis' attack. Travis was just a stage-three major martial god who could only do ten shots of Light Deity Finger. Stoke was a stage-four major martial god who could do 20 shots. He would win this. Merv and the other disciples watched their fight nervously. They were actually Travis' supporters.

"By the way, you have to be careful," Gina warned the Talnamese. "He's a martial artist or something." It only left the Talnamese laughing. "Don't worry, we're all martial artists too!" "Hell, Talc is Ascendant rank!" "Oh, we're really not worried about some Draconian martial artist. Not many people can best Talc in a fight, save for the Lord of the Southern Woods!" For some reason, Gina felt a gnawing sense of foreboding as she watched the Talnamese joke among themselves confidently.