Novel & Cerita Anime Fist Fighter

Steel Fist turned to the handsome Blue Mantis and asked. “Ready,” Blue Mantis nodded his head with a serious expression on his face and unsheathed a pair of red daggers from his waist. The small smile that he had on his face only moments before was no longer there. He knew how important it was that he won this match. Seeing the daggers Mane knew instantly what kind of fighter Blue Mantis was. The man was likely an Agility New Type and focused on quick and efficient ways to dispatch an enemy. “BLUE MANTIS!”

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

I only grew more nervous as saw Anthony. Anthony was standing inside the ring. He looked amused when he saw me and then began to look me up and down like a snack. Alfie snapped his teeth at the young male, who looked away from me quickly. "Alright. Just a clean fight today. No shifting until I say, okay?" Alfie said as I stepped into the ring. I stretched out my arms and then sucked in a deep breath and readied myself for the fight. Alfie was right. Anthony was not fast. He punched for my face and I ducked out the way with plenty of time to spare. Anthony punched again and he got me in the stomach. His punch was weak compared to others that I'd felt.

However, I was too angry to listen to any reason and agreed to give him a single punch. "I will do it." I got into a stance that the fighters in my fighting games always did, and stretch my arm far back from my body as my hand formed a fist. I took a deep breath, and gathered all my hatred that I harbor towards him in this single fist that I'll throw. Then, I swung my hand to him. While my fist was flying to Ricky Kruger's face, I heard the voice of my friends as they yelled a NO while they ran towards me. But it was too late, as my fist had already landed on his face, and inched him backwards for a bit.

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

FIORA “Present day” No Just No This can't be happening Someone wake me up from this nightmare before I lose my mind I don’t know how I end up on my knees. I don’t walk to where he fell l crawl.My vision is blind to all the people surrounding us and my ears are deaf to the shouts and chaotic noise. The only sound I hear is a long buzz and the only thing I see is him and lots of red Blood red Red.Red.Red Somebody…Uncle Ricardo is applying pressure on the wound to stop more of his life essence from flowing out but it doesn't stop

SpeedBlade: I unleash my mightiest battle cry as I charge toward the Iron Fist armor. Swinging my sword, the Iron First blocks it, sparks flying off of its arms and I attack it over and over again. The Iron Fist throws its massive metal arm but I use my speed to run out of the way. Running around the armor, I rush forward and thrust my sword into the back of the armor. However, the armor withstood my sword. My blade slips and slides to the side. Hearing Dr. Cho, I look at her as her eyes glow. She raises her arm before sending it back.

"How about, let me shape your bones a little... just to make sure that you are not 100 percent in health." Akira takes his stance, sliding one foot behind the other. His arms cross each other in a zig-zag position. 'Focus' is the word on his mind. This is a fighting style that was invented due to the desperate survival in the apocalypse. A prominent general originally from the base has created this massive fighting style that had saved countless humans during the desperate times. It's called...'The fist of assassins'. A skill that the purpose is only to kill!

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."