Novels by @zion

But Ngwan Le did not die. e had pulled something out of his sleeve.“Ah—!” he cried as another blow sent him rocketing upward. “What the hell…?!”The force of the punch twisted his body violently. When he reached the apex of his flight, instead of falling naturally, he found another fist already descending toward him—merciless, absolute.That one would’ve killed me.He barely dodged.Yet even in evasion, the recoil of that strike detonated through the air, smashing him downward at an unimaginable speed. Wind howled past his ears as the ground rushed up to meet him.At the last possible moment—barely one or two meters from impact—Ngwan Le stabilized himself.Too late.The fairy was already there.The instant his head lifted, her fist slammed into his face, launching him a full hundred meters away. His body plowed into the earth, carving a deep scar across the arena floor.But it wasn’t Ngwan Le who was stunned.It was her.The fairy stood on the arena, staring at her own hand, utterly

No matter how fiercely she struck, no matter how many times she hurled her strength at him, the result never changed. Again and again, the clash ended the same way.“I admire your spirit,” Ngwan Le said, floating effortlessly in the empty sky where the shattered ground no longer existed. Their battle had long since risen into the air. “But in this state, you are no match for me.”A faint, almost nostalgic sigh slipped past his lips. “My family’s martial art… This is exactly why I avoided using it after perfecting it. Even back then, I didn’t bother with their version.”His gaze sharpened. “To unleash the improved form, I must convert all my power into a single force—Precise Strength.” All except that strange power, he reminded himself silently.The girl glared at him, panting between each word. “Your explanation tells me nothing!”Ngwan Le blinked. “Ah… you’re right.” He nodded mildly. “As I said, this state comes from complete conversion. In it, I can rely only on strength called pre

The peak of excitement crashed through the arena like a thunderclap as Ngwan Le and the mysterious girl collided once more. Sparks of light burst into the air with every exchange, streaking across the battlefield like falling stars.This was no ordinary fight.This was a battle destined to be remembered.Though the two stood locked in what seemed like a stalemate, the spectacle before the crowd surpassed even their previous clash. Their techniques were the same—yet entirely different. The same moves, refined to terrifying perfection. Their speed of execution had doubled, perhaps tripled, until even trained eyes struggled to follow.Every time their attacks met—fists colliding, feet smashing together—the air itself shuddered. Shockwaves rippled outward, slamming around the arena. Each impact felt like a strike against the hearts of the spectators.Minutes passed.Then the fight reached a level where no one dared to breathe.Some swore their hearts stopped altogether.And then—The impo

The young girl folded her arms tightly against her chest and added with quiet certainty,“That’s what Grandpa is always telling us.”As she spoke, images of past moments flashed through her mind.“She never fights with her full strength.”The large man beside her exhaled slowly, cutting through the girl’s enthusiasm.“I understand that… but this time, the opponent she found is far from ordinary. She has to be using her full strength now.”The girl’s expression darkened immediately. Annoyed, she muttered stubbornly,“If Grandpa says she isn’t at full strength, then she isn’t.”The firmness in her voice made the man drop the argument altogether.“Whatever.”Yet inwardly, he couldn’t agree.If even the Lady isn’t able to fully track some of his movements… then this kid’s movement techniques are anything but ordinary. I don’t believe for a second that she’s still holding back.But he would soon realize how wrong he was.Because what unfolded next in the arena shattered his assumptions com

“It was a good fight, even though you couldn’t win.” murmured the girl, her eyes fixed on Ngwan Le.But Ngwan Le simply walked out of the arena, answering only with, “Seems like I underestimated you.”The girl replied, smiling faintly, “It’s normal for someone like you — someone who always wins, no matter who you meet.”Six days passed, and it was already time for the weekly sparring session.Before the first match could even be announced, Ngwan Le stepped forward.“I challenge you to a fight.” he declared.By that time, Ngwan Le had already reached the peak of the 4th Cycle Realm.“I’m so touched,” the girl muttered. “You actually came to propose to me on your own this time… what a bold man.”Why does she talk like that ever since that day I accidentally touched her chest…?Ngwan Le wondered silently, hearing her words.Meanwhile…“Who is that kid who dares challenge the Lady?” exclaimed one of the warriors who had once sparred with the girl — the one everyone called the Lady.He had

But after Pain… fierce and searing… spread through every corner of Ngwan Le’s body, he came to his sensesIt wasn’t ordinary pain—not the pain of a simple punch. It was the pain of a body collapsing under a storm of invisible blows. And all of that came from a single strike.He hadn’t even seen her move.One moment she stood before him—silent, composed.The next, her left fist had already stroke his chest.The impact sent him crashing to the ground.“I felt it…” Ngwan Le whispered through clenched teeth. “It was just one strike to my chest… yet my body—my whole body—feels like it received an incalculable number of blows… each one hitting every vital point.”He gritted his teeth and thought bitterly:I know I wasn’t armed with Hand Grip… but even without it—how could I fail to guard myself? What kind of speed was that? I didn’t even have the luxury to react…The suffocating weight of the crowd—the stares, the whispers—all of it vanished from his mind the moment that pain came. He sat o

This came after he’d given a brief, almost cryptic explanation of what the Elimination Test truly was — though he had carefully avoided the finer details.“As you can see,” he had said earlier, “the total number of obtainable points far exceeds the minimum required to pass. Therefore, each of you will choose the tests that will bring you to your target score.”Then, with a graceful stride, a woman appeared beside him.“Yes, my lord,” she said, bowing slightly before addressing the sea of candidates.Her name was Rebecca. Her entrance alone drew the crowd’s attention — and not merely because she was beautiful. Tall and elegant, she carried herself with the kind of confidence that only came from immense power. Her long pink hair shimmered in the light, and her eyes, the same delicate hue, seemed to glow faintly with the essence of the flow of strength. Even her voice carried a subtle enchantment.“After you have chosen the number of tests required to reach a total of 10,000 points,” she

It so happened that Bissai lived in a nearby village arround this forest with her father Patrick But she ussualy informed him whenever she ventured into the forest for hunting. And sometimes not.“Bissai… this girl has done it again. I don’t know how careless she can be. Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous to go out of the village alone?”This time arround she didn’t informed him at all. And her father Patrick notice it, her abscent only after he entered their home.Then after he emerged from his house. Which was along the street and he began searching left and right incase she could be near by. He saw Tiez as he approached.“Eh ho, Patrick! It’s been a while.” Tiez greeted him“Stop the jokes. We see each other every day.” A sarcastic response from Patrick“Really? That surprised me.” Suprised Tiez asked“Anyhow, Tiez, are things alright? Everyone is anxious about your disappearance every day at a certain time. What have you been doing during these two years?”“Am very fine.... Shou

The leopard stepped out of its nest at the exact moment Bissai Serene had predicted. Keeping her presence suppressed, she followed it through the forest, her steps light and measured. Leaves rustled beneath the beast’s paws, but her own movements left barely a whisper. Soon, they reached the clearing she had chosen for this encounter—an uneven battlefield framed by jagged rocks and toppled trees, its terrain treacherous enough to offer both danger and opportunity. She exhaled softly and spoke as she jump toward the ground. “Little leopard, we finally meet,” she said, her voice steady with a hint of playful confidence. “How about a fair fight? Winner gets to eat the loser for lunch.” The leopard answered with a thunderous roar. Its eyes gleamed with primal intent. At first, it advanced slowly, each step deliberate… then, without warning, it shot forward with the speed of a whip-crack, claws sharpening with manifested strength. Swoosh! Awakened beasts were born with the ability to

When they reached the training hall, Gustave headed straight for his personal section. He opened his training bag and began removing his equipment. That was when he noticed something… unusual. Gustave blinked. “How strange. There are always people flocking around me when I train. Where did my fans go?” His question echoed through the mostly empty area. Meanwhile—his “fans” were anything but missing. Across the gym, a dense crowd circled another training section. The air vibrated with excitement as people watched Roso move with unnerving precision. He wore heavy-duty equipment meant to slow even seasoned fighters, yet he flowed through his exercises with liquid dexterity. “Wow… impressive!” someone exclaimed. “How is he even doing that?” shouted another, unable to hide their awe. “This guy is the real deal,” a whisper ran through the crowd. A muscular man folded his arms. “What do you think about a competition between him and Gustave?” “Oh, I would love to see that,” someon

Every day after finishing his favorite movie, young Roso would rush out of the house without fail. There was never hesitation, never delay—his friends were waiting at their spot in town, and their legendary game awaited them. Their ritual was simple: recreate scenes from their favorite movie, The Hand of Bliss. But what made their play special was not accuracy—it was imagination. They never forced anyone to play the same character twice. Heroes, villains, mentors, sidekicks—they switched roles freely, laughing and arguing over who got to shout the iconic lines each day. The whole town knew them. Children running full speed down the streets, pretending to purge evil with magical powers. Some adults found it annoying. Most found it adorable. And a few even played along—cheering them on, pretending to be villains, or collapsing dramatically when “purified.” Then one day… everything changed. It happened while they were playing as usual. A man joined them without warning—tall, quiet, s

"Ding-dong. The doorbell echoed through the quiet house. Roso groaned awake, still sprawled across his bed. For a moment he didn’t move—then the realization hit him. “They’re here.” He shot up immediately, running a hand through his messy hair. I should at least look like a decent host, he thought as he hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed the dishes he'd prepared earlier—snacks, drinks, and a few of his better cooking attempts—and carried them to the dining room, arranging everything with the nervous precision of someone who rarely had guests. Meanwhile, outside the front door, three figures stood in the cold evening breeze. Buhl tapped the door impatiently. “No response. Are we sure he’s even inside?” Nougat rolled her eyes. “Of course he is. Where else would he be the night before tomorrow?” Alphonse smirked. “Yeah, think, Buhl. Tomorrow is the day. He’d never risk going out now.” Buhl scratched his head in embarrassment. “Right… I don’t know what I was thinking.” Before