Baki Fighting Style Novels & Stories

"Do not push me, Neoma." "Why?" I challenged. Raising my fists. "Are you going to hit me? Go ahead. Prove you're just another Ensi." Barzil’s jaw tightened until I thought his teeth would crack. "If you want to fight, asset... then fight." He moved. It wasn't the slow, instructional speed of our lessons. It was combat speed. He lunged. A hand clamped onto my wrist. I twisted. Using the sweat on my skin to slip his grip. I dropped low. Sweeping at his legs.

directly at Baraka. "Phalanx Protocol!" Jabari roared, unable to contain the conditioned instincts of his military training. Jabari’s skin instantly crystallized into jagged, pitch-black obsidian. He didn't hesitate. He launched his massive, heavy frame forward, executing the exact same low-angle tackle that had perfectly pinned the UN Hound days earlier. Genesis didn't brace for impact. It didn't try to block. It simply stepped backward, mimicking the exact Taekwondo-style pivot Baraka had taught the camp, but executing it with terrifying, machine-like perfection.

She is the only one who changed out of view, even from her butler. We step forward towards the black mat. The circle clears leaving me and Lilith facing each other. The mat feels firm beneath my shoes as I roll my sleeves precisely to the elbow. I take my fighting stance. I have mastered three fighting styles so far Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiujutsu and Wing Chun. I don’t know what Lilith has since the files registered unknown. I’ll go with Krav Maga to be safe. Lilith steps forward. Fingers twitching. Up close, her violet eyes are sharper than I had noticed at the table. They are calculating and amused.

Alex’s fighting style suddenly changed. For the past few moments, he used only the Dragon-Tusk Punch. The two Peacock clansmen thought he would only do this kind of martial arts. Now, it was simply a variety of styles. Paper dolls, Spirit Burrs, Mirroring, Sihirbaz Fantasia, the thunder method, and turtle shells were all used, not to mention Western Paradise’s Revealer’s martial arts. Dazzled, the two old Peacock clansmen became dizzy.

It was as though his body was made of elastic, which he could bend to his will. Blow after blow, but the winner was not determined. Finn's fighting style was weird, erratic, and unpredictable. He was like a snake, having a body with no bones. He would bend at the least expected moments, dodge strikes at impossible angles, and whip his hand in a vicious manner like a snake's tail. He was like a wolf-snake, a really odd combination.

I sunk my claws into his forearm and kicked at his chest. He let me go, more out of exasperation than anything else. He had more than enough power to take me on, an alpha of his size and strength could break my legs without breaking a sweat in a real fight. I sprinted away, my flicking my wrist back as I turned the corner.

’ Rey sighed. This convinced him even further that Billy wasn’t pretending to be exhausted. He genuinely was. ‘And that’s what makes this whole thing surprising. I didn’t expect him to get tired so easily. Especially after his basic performance.’ Rey couldn’t help but notice that Billy's fighting style leaned too much towards flashy moves rather than focusing on efficiency. ‘Maybe it’s because we’ve only been sparring, and none of us have any real battle experience.’ In an actual fight with monsters, flashy and stylish moves weren’t what guaranteed survival.

The battle ended quickly, Boro won by KO in five moves, hitting Jun with the flat of his blade using a form of Boro's own creation, one that he called Sword Saints Dull Edge; it was a move to hurt, not kill. Mika won his duel too by the barest of margins. Boro suspected that Mika had paid off most of the students who he thought would be willing to throw the fight but it was just his guess. But watching his fight gave Boro an uneasy feeling, Mika had shown some skill Boro had never seen before.

Kyra fought her using her own unique fighting style a technique alternately combining blindingly fast movements of wushu, with smooth fluid movements of tai-chi as her opponent fought Kyra with brute power born of an angel's righteous fury at having to fight someone who was not even a pureblood but instead a half-human while Kyra maintained her calm for the first few minutes, Kyra easily countered and deflected all of her attacks she was practically beating her own self up and she still couldn't land a blow on Kyra or phase her yet she was growing more tired the longer they fought like this, because of the terrain of sand underfoot causing her footwork to be bad and heavy while Kyra was maki

As Jai had predicted, he was called to fight against Bara in the next battle. He had seen how Bara fights. The big guy relied heavily on his fist, being the close fighter that he is. If Jai had to compare him to make it easier, he was like a boxer with fire element mixed with a green belt karate martial artist. His style was a bit similar to karate martial artists, but there were also moves that Jai noticed were different from karate. He used fists more often and he defended like how a boxer defend themselves from their opponent's attack.