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

Kaïdën barely had time to process his previous victory when a new challenger leaped onto his arena. She was taller, broader, and far more muscular than him—her physique so imposing that, at a glance, it almost seemed like he was the frailer one in this matchup. Her short, tomboyish attire only emphasized the sheer power in her frame.

Standing opposite each other, they sized each other up as the referee prepared to signal the match. Kaïdën could feel the raw energy radiating from her, every muscle in her body coiled and ready to explode into motion. His instincts screamed a warning—if even one of her punches landed clean, he'd be finished.

I can't let her hit me. I need to keep my distance and strike at the right moment.

The referee's shout tore through the tension. "Begin!"

Kaïdën's heartbeat pounded like a war drum. He leaped back, trying to create space, but his opponent was already closing in. She was massive—towering over him like a fortress of muscle—but what made her terrifying was her speed.

Her fist came down like a war hammer, the air around it distorting from sheer force. Kaïdën twisted his body at the last second, the blow missing by a hair's breadth. The shockwave from her missed punch sent dirt flying, a deep crack forming in the ground where it landed.Had that hit…

He didn't want to think about it.

She didn't let up. Another punch. Then another. Each strike carried the power to shatter bones, and she was throwing them in rapid succession. She wasn't just strong—she was relentless.

Kaïdën ducked under a sweeping hook, feeling the wind rush past his ear. His muscles burned, his breathing sharp and measured. He couldn't afford to take a single hit.

I can't block. I can't match her strength.

That left only one option.I have to outthink her.

His sharp eyes studied her movements. She was aggressive—pushing forward with everything she had. It was a strength-based fighting style, powerful but reckless. She was putting everything behind each attack, expecting to overwhelm him.

Her right fist lunged forward, a crushing blow aimed at his chest. Too much momentum. She leaned too far into it.

Now!His body reacted before his mind could even finish processing. He bent backward into a tight arch, his hands hitting the ground to stabilize himself. His muscles tensed—then whipped his leg upward in a devastating counter-kick.

His heel connected directly under her chin.

Her head snapped back with a violent jolt. The force of the impact lifted her off her feet.

For a split second—time seemed to freeze.

Then—like a collapsing mountain—she fell.

Her massive frame slammed into the ground with a thunderous impact, dusterupting around her motionless body.

Kaïdën remained in his bridge stance, his breathing sharp and controlled. His heart still hammered in his chest.

A sharp exhale. He straightened his body, standing tall over his downed opponent. She wasn't getting up.

But his fingers trembled slightly. Not from fear—but from the sheer intensity of the fight.

If he had mistimed that kick by even asecond—he would've lost.

For a moment, silence. Then, the referee raised his hand. "Winner—Kaïdën!"

Kaïdën exhaled, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. Damn, that was close. If his kick had landed anywhere else, she might have shrugged it off and turned the fight around.

With that victory, the rest of his matches seemed easier in comparison. One by one, he took down his challengers, eventually securing his arena and earning a spot as one of the fifteen competitors advancing to the next stage.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN