Blacksmith Jiu Jitsu Novels & Stories

He could not move at all. For a moment, he was defiant, humiliated, and angry. Stella patted Julian's face, "Suck it. You try to put your hands on me? My husband's got a black belt in Taekwondo! A 10th degree in Jiu-Jitsu! A kickboxing champion!" Julian was speechless. Keegan was also at a loss for words. 'Even I had no clue I was that good at fighting,' he thought. The manager was a sly person.

There’s a reserved area just for martial arts, a ring, and all other accessories and equipment to cardio exercises. The fighter who’s practicing with me was already waiting, Gary introduced me to Jarred, a tall black guy, half weight, looking like he’s around 24. Gary kept throwing incentives at me during the entire practice, my fight on the floor got better, even my arm locks in the Brazilian style of Spider Silva and now I’m focused in perfecting my boxing blows, followed by a sequence of punches of right, left and hook, right, left and hook. Sweat washes my body, but I keep pushing the 110 pounds bag. Before I can finish my serie, my attention turn to heel sounds on the floor and it’s nea

But he found it futile as his lungs were compressed further with each passing moment. The next second, Brian's laughter echoed in Austin's ears. "This move integrates Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu techniques. Didn't he teach you that?" Below the ring, the inmates were stirred into excitement. They cheered and shouted non-stop. Brian's unexpected reversal ignited a fire in everyone's hearts. The deafening cheers filled the air. Yet, all Austin could hear was Brian's laughter. It echoed like thunder in his ears. He learned all the wrestling techniques from Aldus. Brian's words seemed to cut deeper. It was as if he had recognized Austin's wrestling techniques

Instead, he punched again and again! "Bang!" The sound of collision continued to ring out. Everyone seemed to be standing in a blacksmith shop, making people feel like forging iron. However, the only difference was that Samuel was using his hand while others were forging iron with iron hammers. Even though Su Ziwu was an experienced man who had been in charge of the trade of the Sue family for many years, he had not seen such a fierce fighting style like Samuel. He was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he moved closer to Sue Yan, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and whispered, "Miss, are... are your friends so powerful?"

She could still remember when she had taught him a lesson and how sweet it was when he fell on his face. Bobby had found another Jiu-jitsu class that taught him to win at any cost even if that meant crippling the other person misery at every turn. Bobby had spilled blood and knocked teeth weekly. but he always had a hard time beating Sage. When it had come time, David set it up for the both to fight during the local Jiu-jitsu tournament.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

I was shoved inside a building by one of the guards. It was the blacksmith's dwelling place. The blacksmith forged and repaired weapons for the pack's warriors, ensuring they were well-equipped for battle. It wasn't just for the warriors alone. The hunters, gatherers, and even craftsmen were included. I had been here on several occasions, running errands. But each time, the heat from the furnace was hotter than the last. "She's here," one of the guards with me said to the head blacksmith, Benjamin Robinson. A man in his early forties, maybe with balding hair and wrinkles at both sides of his eyes.

He doesn’t look like the guards—his silhouette is taller, broader, cloaked in soot and silver. A blacksmith, I assume. His hands are calloused, his movements quick but calculated. He approaches the forge with confidence, tools clinking at his belt, and when he sees me—his eyes lock onto mine. There’s something strange about his gaze. Not cruel, but… pitying. Gentle.

Smith cracked a malicious grin and said, “It’s not important whether he has lost his mind or not. This Rheasian man is so bold to claim that he will use his Rheasiano to defeat Kenneth.” Upon hearing the words ‘Rheasiano’, the person from the gym was stunned for a moment first then soon afterward, he sneered and said, “Smith, you mustn't joke anymore. Rheasiano is meant for performance or used as an exercise for the old. There’s nothing impressive about it. The real formidable ones are Muay Thai, jiu-jitsu, and mixed martial arts. “You’re right. There was a Rheasian who came to the gym previously, claiming that he was trained in Rheasiano and wanted to spar with us. As a result, he was beate

Danial put his thoughts aside and went deeper in the Library and found the book which reocrded the Iron Fist Technique. Retrieving the ancient tome, he settled into a secluded corner, eager to uncover the mysteries of this new skill. As he delved into the book's pages, Danial was pleasantly surprised to find that the Iron Fists technique was not as obscure as he initially thought. It was a martial art that emphasized raw power, endurance, and striking precision. The book detailed its history, the philosophy behind it, and the foundational movements that formed its core.