INGODSHANDS

Reincarnated Into a Martial Art World

In a world where strength reigns supreme and the weak are crushed, protagonist finds himself reborn into a land of martial arts, ancient secrets, and deadly rivalries. Unlike most, power isn’t handed to him—he must carve his own path.

Here, progression isn’t about following a set formula. To break through to higher realms, one must research, experiment, and create unique techniques—a journey of self-discovery where only the truly talented rise.

With danger lurking at every turn and powerful enemies standing in his way, our protagonist must sharpen his skills, outthink his rivals, and forge a martial path entirely his own.

This is not a story of instant power. It’s a slow-burn journey of growth, struggle, and mastery.

Witness as our protagonist transcends the limits of martial arts—one battle at a time.

A world of danger. A path of self-discovery. A legend in the making.

I won't be dropping it anytime soon, still have a lot more ideas for this particular novel, I will be needing your support too.

It might be slow at at the beginning the reason is I want you all to get like a basic setting of thing then it will start moving at a normal pace.

THE MARTIAL ASCENT

Lying on the ground outside the arena, Kaïdën stared at the ceiling.

His chest still ached from Kane's kick, and his pride felt even worse.

It wasn't that he lacked strength. He knew he was strong—strong enough that he had confidently believed he could have defended an arena from three challengers if he had chosen to earlier. But he had made a critical mistake.

He had underestimated his opponent.

"I won't make that mistake again."

He pushed himself off the ground and scanned the arena. If he wanted to stay in this competition, he needed to win.

His eyes locked onto a new target.

A boy with ordinary black hair and dark eyes—someone who didn't seem to belong to a noble house.

Yet, Kaïdën had just watched him take down a noble competitor.

"He's strong… but I won't lose this time."

Kaïdën strode toward the arena and climbed in. The boy turned to face him, his expression calm.

The referee stepped forward, raising his hand.

"Challenger Kaïdën Blackwood versus Defender Hiro Velian. Begin!"

The moment the referee signaled the start, both fighters launched toward each other at blinding speed.

To the spectators, their movements were nearly identical.

But in truth, Kaïdën was slightly faster.

The moment he reached his opponent, he wasted no time—his leg shot up in a high kick aimed at Hiro's left temple.

His arms shot up in a tight guard, forearms absorbing the blow. His left arm stayed near his ear, his elbow slightly parallel to his body.

As soon as his kick was parried, Kaïdën's fist shot forward, aiming for Hiro's chest.

Hiro reacted fast, bringing his arms down to block it.

But Kaïdën had already anticipated it.

He suddenly twisted his body, spinning around.

With a sharp snap, his right hand reversed, the back of his fist slamming into Hiro's left cheek.

The impact rocked Hiro's head sideways, sending him stumbling.

For the first time, Hiro looked dazed.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward.

Before Hiro could recover, Kaïdën's elbow crashed down onto the back of his head.

Hiro's body collapsed onto the ground—unconscious.

Kaïdën exhaled, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

And this time, he hadn't let his guard down.

As he stood there, looking over the fallen Hiro, the realization sank in.

He needed to defend it against three challengers.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN