Dragon Ball Z Physique Novels & Stories

Behind his back was a massive and ferocious looking Fenrir, black fur with red blood aura covering its body, sharp teeth that can tear through anything, eyes that was red which look no different from a devil. “Hong Zhong! Watch out!.. there's a monster behind you!!!” Jiang Fu shouted instantly. He couldn't help but got goosebumps looking at Ding Bang's monstrous figure. The assassin who beaten up Feng Shaotian looked behind him immediately, seeing Ding Bang, his body shook uncontrollably. “Plea— kyuukk” before he could say anything, Ding Bang swatted him down. Ding Bang's build was so massive, how can a fragile body of a human could compare? Without no effort at all Hong Zhong's figure becom

I now understand that my physical physique is capable of repelling an assault from a fourth circle or greater A-rank opponent. Zarok's right hand started to feel numb before losing all sensation as he was seized with the desire to kill. Then excruciating torment extended from his arm to his entire body, causing his shrivelled face to spasm and his body to quake. He also heard the cracking noises of bones fracturing at the same moment. Crk! Crk! Crk! He used to have a dignified older man's appearance, but he was now an elderly guy with a hunchback who could not stand straight.

Just like a scene from the books. With jet black hair almost dark as night, eyebrows sharp as swords, attractive black dragon eyes which could even tear a soul apart, and a chiselled jaw, totally a perfect walking sculptured figure of a Greek God. Not to forget his towering height of 6'2 when compared to her small frame of 5'2. Much less to say, he was someone young girls would say 'Prince Charming' material. Who dared say no to him!? No one, but Zaria Smith, herself.

“I was just getting started.” He clasped both hands together and made a series of ominous hand signs. A dark, pulsing aura erupted from him, and tendrils began slithering up his body—wrapping, twisting, merging into him. Daniel’s heart dropped. Tendrils crawled up Zyler’s limbs, merging with his body. The aura he gave off multiplied—he grew an entire foot taller. The tendrils layered into an armour-like shell, forming demonic shoulder guards, gauntlets, and chest plating.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he cursed to himself and said, "Damn it! He's not a supreme saint!" Even a supreme saint who had specialized in physical training was, at most, as strong as a mediocre-quality spiritual treasure. However, Severin's physical strength had already surpassed that. Zia could sense a fluctuation of power that surpassed tens of thousands of kilograms! It was shocking, to say the least! His strength had gone beyond what ordinary supreme saints could be expected to possess.

{Mikai's POV} Damn! The man's weight had almost cut off all the thousands of veins in my body. Who could not be? He was probably 6'4 ft. tall with a broad chest and solid body like steel. Good thing I was naturally born a fighter - being used to lifting weights at a very young age. Could not believe it comes in handy when I carried and walked him starting from his spot a few kilometres to the entrance.

"I don't belong to you, and I sure as hell won't be some twisted form of payment." Zordon let out a low chuckle. "Is that so?" He set his glass down on the table behind him and pushed his body forward. I hadn't truly registered how big he was until now. He must have been around six feet, six inches tall. He moved like a predator, slow and calculated. His soaring, broad frame radiated raw power. He stood in front of me, his cologne making my head spin. I always liked a man that smelt nice and clean and Zordon was all of those things and more. Sexy, addictive, and alluring.

He had been holding on with his willpower. However, the Buddhist palm was too big and too fast. It was very difficult to avoid. The most important thing was, for some reason, his physical strength was consumed very fast inside. It seemed that every step he took consumed a lot of strength. It was really incredible. Although Samuel's body was not as strong as a cow's, his muscles were still very strong. Moreover, with the support of the Golden Body, he was much stronger than most people. It was really strange that he consumed so much physical strength.

He might not cook well, but he quickly loaded the dishes and started the dishwasher. Zane was tall and muscular, but naturally lean, more like a runner than a weightlifter. He didn’t have an ounce of fat, which made Ellie wish for at least a tiny flaw to make him seem human but his body was perfect, and even with a layer of scruff and his slightly long dark hair, he was almost unreal.

Well, he may be used to it, because he’s been fighting many times, I guess. The tension inside was getting heavier as Linus stepped up in the cage. His opponent who is taller than him keeps on jumping as he wiggles his hands. His opponent has the physique of a bodybuilder, but it was close to Linus' physique. Linus is tall, had broad shoulders, eight packs abs, perfect V-line—an epitome of a Greek-God-like creature. A body that a woman could die for.