Novel & Cerita Everybody Is Kung Fu Fighting

I clapped my hands and said, "So are we ready to start now?" Everyone nodded and I said, "Pair up for sparring. I want to see where you are." They all started sparring and I levitated them. They all started looking around for something to hold on to. I said, "Treat the air like it's the ground. You need to get used to fighting like this."

I scanned the crowd, their eager faces filled with anticipation for the upcoming fight. My opponent towered over me, his imposing presence casting a shadow on the ground. As the fight commenced, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, each blow landing with precision and force. I found myself on the defensive, desperately trying to evade his relentless attacks. The crowd roared with excitement, reveling in the display of raw power and skill.

Dozens of battle tanks were parked around, and several guards armed with guns patrolled. Many people crowded the training grounds. Idle guards and disciples were watching the fun. In the middle of the field, there was a huge arena where two people were facing each other at this moment. It was Fennel and a shirtless burly man wearing white combat pants. He stretched out his hand, hooked his finger at Fennel, and said provocatively, “I heard that you came from the stargate too. Very well, I want to see your strength. But I'm worried that it’ll cause unnecessary trouble, so let’s stick to some basic fighting.”

The excitement built up as the day of his first challenge approached. Finally, the day arrived. Craig stepped into the ring, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. His opponent was a formidable fighter, known for his speed and ability. The crowd cheered as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Craig's training kicked in, and he swiftly dodged his opponent's punches, countering with precise strikes of his own. The fight was fierce, with both fighters landing powerful blows. But Craig's determination and skill shone through, and he emerged victorious, much to the delight of his coach and colleagues.

“Is it true that all Chinese can fight, my daddy once said that they can.” I rub her hair and place my hand on her shoulder, “Fighting isn’t in here…” I point to her hands, “It’s in here,” I place my hand on her chest, "Most human can fight, but it depends how fast your mind speaks to your fist. And of course, a number of Chinese knows k****u, but over the years we’ve adopt other martial arts like Karate from Korea, Samurai sword fight from Japan, Taekwondo from the Korea, jiujitsu form Shangai, Taichi k****u from China, Capoeira and Vale-tudo from Brazil, also Kendo from Japan.”

The atmosphere buzzed with an electric energy, charged with determination and raw physicality. Stretching out before us, the training ground unveiled a vivid tableau of dedication and discipline. In every corner of the vast expanse, men and women, their torsos bared, their muscles rippling with exertion, engaged in rigorous training regimens. Their hair, meticulously tied up high to keep it out of their way, accentuated their focused and tenacious demeanor. Amidst this captivating display of dedication, my attention was drawn to a fierce confrontation unfolding before my eyes. Two individuals, their bodies honed to perfection, engaged in a gripping sparring match.

Cassandra “Lift your hands, Cassie. Protect your vulnerable parts.” Sam stood close behind me, helping me learn the proper fighting stances and blocks. Were all of them so good-looking? I have not seen a single unattractive person here. It was very distracting being surrounded by powerfully sculpted bodies. “Why do you do it?” I asked Sam. “Train to fight? Connor told me everyone must, but I don’t get it.” It seemed peaceful there being surrounded by nature. Were they expecting trouble?

Meanwhile, Yang Zi turned half her body back and asked. "Be in agony? Almost dying? Oh, of course not! Why?" Yang Zi asked. “All fights have a risk of death. I've been dying quite a few times as a kid, and I'll tell you, it's pretty unpleasant. In those seconds of experiencing pain, you may be begging for an immediate death. Or maybe regret ever living in the world. Ah, anyway it's not good for you. Live comfortably, do fun things, be a good girl, do a happy life. Understand?" Zhou Fu placed his palm on Yang Zi's head, rubbing the girl's head in hopes that she would listen to him.

Tedy got up and swung his big fist at Tukijo. Bugh! Tukijo's body slammed against the wall. "How did he get up so fast with such a big body?" thought Tukijo asked himself. "Tukijo...!" cried Ningsih. "I have to finish this fight quickly," she muttered. Ningsih picked up the knife that was lying on the floor. She moves very fast while swinging the knife at the opponent. Scraash! Scraaash! Scraaash! Three people were scratched on the back, one person was scratched at the face and four people were scratched at the arm.

“You the one who puts down old dogs or just tries to tame new ones?” He smirks. “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t earned shit.” “I say what I mean. Earned or not.” He nods. Steps into the ring. “Then say it with your hands.” We fight. No rules. No refs. No words. Just fists. Footwork. Breath. He’s stronger. He’s faster. But I’m hungrier. And I don’t give up. Even when my jaw snaps sideways. Even when my ribs scream. Even when my vision blurs.