Gentle Fist Naruto Novels & Stories

Their clothes and flesh were being torn, but they couldn't stop fighting. Zen tried to twist his body and pull his arm free, but the grip was too tight. He winced in pain as he felt his shoulder dislocate. Furo managed to land a kick in the face of one of his captors, but it didn't have much effect. He was quickly subdued by another pack member who punched him in the gut. Gasher's sword had been taken from him, and he was left to kick and scream in frustration.

It was even more violent than Muay Thai. Bancha thought his little trick was successful. His right hand clenched and smashed heavily on Lei Bao's fist. He was called Iron Fist Arhat because his strength was all on the fist. He could crush pillars and bending steels. Therefore, he was sure this punch would shatter Lei Bao's fist and disable him.

Alfred didn't reply and just kept walking. "Oh no, I get it now, your unnaturally weird-looking long fingers, or should I call them claws?" The human said, Alfred, turned to give him a sharp gaze, "I guess not!" The human replied moving further away from Alfred. "Well if you don't mind you should cut or would I say trim them a bit, they look really sharp and dangerous, it's not safe, even for you" The man ranted again.

The Elder shouted and immediately morphed into a ray of light that shot straight at Xiao Chen. "No! Come back!" Yunya Zi squealed at the top of his voice. But he was too late; the golden fist was a gargantuan conjuration of Xiao Chen every shred of True Qi he could muster. The fist coursed with pure destructive intensity, waiting to carnage like a volcano ready to erupt.

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

They only had their bloodshot eyes on the dangerous Noah, their will trying as hard as it could to mask their fear. The teen's face showed no change. His hands balled to form a fist as he assumed another stance. Berserk Tiger's Punch! The unlucky person to receive that furious fist coughed up a large amount of blood as that punch directly ruptured her heart. Noah's actions didn't stop as he caught a fist flying towards him. His body twisted as he threw the owner of that fist upwards before slamming them down on the ground so hard, they were engraved into it. It was unknown if that person was alive or not.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

However, this was definitely a martial art technique that could breakthrough into the ultimate god level. “Really? Unexpectedly, you still refuse to beg for mercy when facing an ultimate god-level master like me? If that’s the case, I will not hold back!” Nigel felt surprised and immediately tightened his fists. The Chi that was light gold in color surged over his fist and traveled to where Fane was in a flash. He directly punched Fane in anger.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

However, he remained oblivious to the counter-move concealed within the guise of the first attack. As he guarded against my elbow strike, there was a deliberate opening at his stomach area. Without hesitation, I unleashed all my strength, driving my fist into the vulnerable spot. The impact was visceral, a release of pent-up frustration and determination. Grinjo staggered back, momentarily winded by the unexpected counter.