Unstoppable Martial Arts Novels & Stories

A brief struggle ensued, and with a burst of defiance, Kent wriggled free, launching a surprise counter-attack with a well-aimed kick. Enduring the pain, Jeremy stood his ground, channeling his resilience. Instead of retreating, he seized the opportunity, grabbing hold of Kent's extended leg and using the momentum to bring him crashing down to the ground. Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Jeremy swiftly lunged forward, pinning down both combatants, their eyes locked in an intense stare-down. The air crackled with raw animosity and pent-up frustration.

Damnit, I was as good as dead, considering the fact I had no idea how to use my powers or at least what the hell they even were. I had taken a longsword just for the sake of self-defense, but it seemed like I had to put it to use now, I guess I had muscle memory of how to use a sword, as I managed to block her attacks without much of a problem, but I kept slipping as my body was still recovering from the shock of the healing spell. She had a small dagger, but from what I had seen, no one here used normal weapons, for example, those arrows had a mind of their own, they changed direction in the air, I was dumbfounded on seeing all of this, and that dagger that I got a cut from seemed to drain

The situation he just spoke of happened a week ago, and Claire had used magic to quickly heal his arm it's what called Veronica to them. "Oh, that was nasty!" Frank's memories were beginning to blur together as if a fog were filling his mind. "A big black scary thing came at us and tried to attack the girls. Did you know Nia can form her hand into a sword? Right through my arm and the black blob. Didn't even have a figure or a face but she killed it dead. Boom just like that." Frank's eyes slowly shut and his sway began to pull him down to the ground. His words continued to fill the air as if he were still speaking to her.

Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle and they started lunging towards each other. Mr. Jung ducked when Mr. Min's fist came flying towards him, brutal and unabashed. He was like that when it came to Mr. Min and Mr. Kim but that didn't mean he wasn't good at what he did. Mr. Jung moved swifter than anybody I had seen fight before, you could let yourself think you'd win but he'd be right there, knocking the breath out of you the very next second. There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength.

Fight him for me while Yolando is also busy trying everything to keep me to himself. What if they're some past enemies and I'm just some trophy they want to win to prove a point to each other or show how powerful the one who wins is? All this just seems like some game to me because why would these two adults in their right senses fight supremacy over me so early in the morning on some fucking street? If you asked me I'll say they're psychopaths and I want nothing to do with either of them. To hell with both of them! ~DAVE~

He still had his pack and his life, so he couldn’t understand my rage, my pain, my need to be strong fast. “Grant, I can’t wait,” I told him, and he nodded, taking a few steps closer to me. “Very well. So let’s teach you something practical, something you can use when you fight someone,” he told me, and a smile formed on my lips. Now the games were finally beginning. “Legs apart, take a few steps back and place your arms up on the level of your face and chest. Never forget to protect your most vulnerable body parts while you take a fighting stance,” he explained, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing me in position.

Of course he was worried that he would end up like the rest of the Shamo boys, dying between life and death. "Impossible! We've given them an anesthetic that can work for a whole day! It's not even half a day yet!” "Yeah, that's impossible!" replied the others in unison. “Didn't Young Master say that Xu Jun was indeed different? Could it be that he has a body that doesn't work with drugs? How about that?" someone said while shuddering in horror, all the crew were silent for a moment. What they had just heard could well be true. In the world of martial arts, medical laws sometimes cannot apply to a certain warrior's body.

Chad's Mystic cultivation might have been sealed, but he still had his martial arts cultivation. In his Immortal Unity state, Chad's martial arts cultivation was comparable to that of a martial supreme. Though he could not access Immortal Unity then, he could still use the Mountain Fists technique he had learned! Boom! Samuel attempted to control Chad using the formation, but Chad's fist landed on him before he could fully activate it. Chad's punch was as fast and powerful as a bullet, and Samuel could not see any shadow of movement on Chad's body.

"Now, I can admire you properly." Astra heaved before she took in her mate. He was shirtless, his pectorals and arms bulging from too much training as dark purple vein marks were scattered just below his eight-packed abs. The veins disappeared into the front of his pants which were stained with her wetness and she knew where those veins ended. The lines of thick blood were purple-red all over his cock but took the color of his skin when the veins got to his thighs.

There’s one thing Maria and my parents don’t know about me. I fight illegally in an underground ring. Mum and Dad will have a mini heart attack if they learn their daughter is somewhat of a champion at underground martial art, thanks to Hayden. And there’s no way to tell Maria without her diving into a series of questions, wanting to know why I haven’t beaten half the school’s population for giving me shit.