Novel & Cerita Anime Fist Fighter

“Never actually seen her fight.” “I’m putting my money on her,” Cruz says casually. Hale scoffs. “Waste. Iron Fist breaks people. That girl dances.” They laugh. I don’t. Vitale glances at me. “You’re sponsoring her, Vescari. Who are you betting on?” I take a sip. “I don’t bet against my investments,” The bell rings. Iron Fist moves first. Too fast for her size. A heavy jab, straight to the ribs. Cake exhales hard. You can hear it even up here. She felt that.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

Afgan was struggling because he was holding Adelia. “You can stop right now, or you'll regret it,” Afgan said, his face turning red. “We won't be afraid of you. You both have to pay for what you did earlier.” The man said as he held his cheek, which was still sore from the blow from Afgan earlier. “Attack!” he ordered a group of his friends, most of whom had body tattoos and studio faces. The fight scene began. Afgan took on several men with his well-trained martial arts skills. Punches and kicks were exchanged between them.

The fist embodies the five elements with powerful and broad movements. Andrew used the Tiger-Stance Fist as he approached Liam, and a strong gale appeared. Roar! It was as if a fierce tiger descending from the mountain was roaring with its head held high. The fierce tiger charged straight at Liam. Liam squinted slightly. Since learning from Dante, he had never truly fought with a martial artist. Liam only learned some things about martial arts during his interaction with Howser. Therefore, when facing a true martial artist, he was quite cautious.

All of a sudden, their attention have been caught by the announcer’s voice as he said aloud his another announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, today is the first day of the game. We will call this fight, “The Fittest Fist”. Out of twenty-two players, only twelve should remain. Every player will fight with bare hands. No weapons. I repeat, no weapons. Anyone caught cheating will be beheaded automatically!”

"Boom!" The one-armed swordsman's body, like a kite with a broken string, was hit by the clear fist force in an instant. His whole body flew into the air. The terrible fist force destroyed his internal organs at that moment. It even shattered the vitality of his Master of Meat. If it was just a simple fist force, it might not be so amazing, but this fist force contained a more profound existence. "Fist Focus!?" The one-armed swordsman, who had fallen to the ground, looked at Zephyr Khan in disbelief and roared with all his might.

And she did great, he perfectly moulded her into strong perfect fighter in martial arts, disciplined and cold hearted. He classified his fighters into Classes. Class c contains a fighters who are getting trained to become Assassin's. Class B contains fighters who are good with their fighting skills and mostly got hired for Assassination or bodyguards positions, Ashton belonged to this class. And class A was group which contains fighters who has gone through intense martial arts trainings and perfect in every skills like sword fighting, archery, shooting and martial arts. Class A fighters are unbreakable and only few from his agency succeeded to became class A.

"This is owed to you." Marcus nodded. "One hour between the first and second match. And if, by any chance, you go through both... we get another sixty after the second before it's decided whether there's a third. These guys aren't here to spar. They're here to break you." Sloane stood. Her tablet was already in hand, scrolling quickly with her thumb. Her eyes stayed on the screen, but she spoke. "Karim al-Fahim is fast, moves from soft tissue to soft tissue, works from the ankle, weak in hip rotation. Gerini... old school. Power without rhythm. Both reactive fighters, which means this time it's not your body that needs to dominate—but your patience."

The flesh around the arms were splattered as if it had been bombarded by canons and turned into minced meat. He was the legendary Hades Li of the Iron Fist! His fists were supposed to be so strong that it could shatter granite! Any human being’s body would have turned into mush in a single punch. On the contrary, why was it that Charlie’s punch seemed to make his Iron Fist look like tofu? A single punch from Charlie and the fight came to an end. Which one among the two was the real Iron Fist user?!

As the fighters before his match fought, some of the weaker fighters within the March family swiftly admitted defeat within the first minute of battle. The first round of fights quickly reached the fifteenth match within less than an hour. Two of these matches were between the fighters and the March family servants, with the fighters advancing in the end. In the last four matches, the first two ended quickly, and in the third match, Wilbur's eyes lit up as Locke, the fighter who used Tiger Fist, appeared once again.