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Atributos Completos de las Artes Marciales

Las grietas dimensionales conectan la tierra con el continente Xingwu. ¡Esta es la aurora de la era de las artes marciales! ¿Seré inútil si no practico artes marciales? No te preocupes, tengo un sistema que me permite recoger atributos. Cuando otras personas pierden atributos durante su entrenamiento, puedo recogerlos en secreto. ¿Eh? ¿Acabas de decir que golpear a la gente también hará que pierdan atributos? En ese caso... Derrotaste a un genio de la habilidad con la espada. Dejó caer Iluminación×2, Talento con la Espada×1... Los has recogido. ¡Tus percepciones han mejorado y has ganado un talento con la espada de nivel principiante! Derrotaste a un talento con la hoja. Dejó caer Técnica de Batalla con Hoja×1, Intención Maliciosa de Hoja×1... ¡Los recogiste y aprendiste una rara técnica de batalla con hoja! ¡También has descifrado la Intención Maliciosa de Hoja y te has vuelto extremadamente feroz! Derrotaste a un talento del físico. Dejó caer Escritura del Físico×1, Físico Dominante de Sangre Sagrada×1... ¡Los recogiste y aprendiste una nueva escritura de alto grado! Tienes una suerte excepcional de haber recibido el Físico Dominante de Sangre Sagrada. Puede cambiar tu físico completamente y ganaste un título de nivel divino 'Salud Infinita'. Alguien mató a una poderosa bestia estelar y dejó caer Visión Espiritual×1 y Atributo en Blanco×60... ¡Los recogiste en secreto y recibiste un talento de ojo espiritual así como 60 puntos para añadir a cualquiera de tus atributos actuales! Derrotas a muchos oponentes en tu vida. Accidentalmente matas a un diablo inocente y divides el universo en dos cuando estás practicando con tu hoja en casa. Haces estallar el sol con tu puño y el mundo queda envuelto en oscuridad... Es entonces cuando te das cuenta... ¡Eres invencible!
Don't Enter The Jianghu · 112.8K Views

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path The steppe was never conquered. It was unmade. The Orontai rode like wind across the grasslands, their breath bound to sky and silence, not cities or thrones. But the Zhong Empire came with iron phalanxes and talismans of fire. They did not bring war. They brought extinction. Altan was born to that vanishing. A child without elemental gift. Voiceless. Spirit-null. Unwanted. Yet when the Zhong burned the clans, he did not beg. He fought. And when his mother, the last Flamecaller, stood alone on the ridge and whispered “Run,” he obeyed. Not to survive. But to remember. Hunted and broken, he fled west to the edge of the world, a place left blank on every chart, not out of myth, but because no one who entered ever returned. There, in the forbidden abyss known only in old blood and older fear, he fell into something deeper than legend. A chasm where cultivation dies and pain speaks. When he returned, the war had changed. But so had he. As phalanx legions rise and empires tighten their grip, a different kind of war begins. Formations clash in passes narrow as memory. Shields lock. Spears break. Blood spills in the thousands. There are no gods here. No destiny. Only discipline, silence, and the will to endure. And the storm no longer comes from the sky. It rises from the chasm. "This story is also being published on RoyalRoad.com under the same title and author."
REDN · 41.9K Views

The Sin Art Kingdom Games

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: 4 -5 per week (1500 words chapters)
G3ntleGiant · 4.9K Views
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