MTL - Top Savvy: Starting From Basic Boxing - Chapter 93 The artistic conception is powerful, ten feet away, the sword cuts the divine power with one arm

This novel is also known as Eternal Strongest Sect

This is a story about developing a sect, this is a warm and joyful home.

Not only we have a funny Patriarch, there are also a group of weird disciples with very different personalities.

Come on, youngsters.

Join our sect and together we will let your dreams fly!

- Description from Novelupdates

The meteor pierced the sky and also pierced the peace of the world.

Transcendent power comes to the world, who is watching in the dark, and who is whispering in my ear.

When the roar shatters the sky, when the power steps down the abyss, when all life and death are dominated… They call me – God.

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The fallen Sky Knight was the sky's tears,and with altitude still at hand, he wouldn't give up,Blood and Fire and Iron descended from the heavens,Behold, the heavens were crying!The roaring soul was rising through the sky!!!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”