Ip Man Vs Ten Black Belts Novels & Stories

He drawled, a half smile teasing his lips. Liam still bowed his head, but now he looked up with a slight frown furrowed his brows, "I'm a black belt." He said, a bit offended by Damien's statement. Damien smirked, "Don't push it." "Really?" Liam rolled his eyes as he said amiably, "I leave you alone for ten minutes, and you almost had a knife up your throat." "Oh shut it." Damien shot back at him, "The guy was like a fucking mountain."

The training is intense, each bone in my body crying for mercy and getting none. After throwing imaginary punches at mechanical dummies, I take a cold shower and spend thirty minutes in ice. I feel raw chakra flowing through my veins as I return to the arena. Then I see my next opponent, a tall, skinny blind man, so tall that my entire height barely reaches his chest. “Don’t take the old man for granted. You might not be able to defeat him in the next couple of weeks, but you eventually will,” Mark smirks. “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion.

Andrew spoke calmly, "Ivan has solid expertise in hard martial techniques. With his aggressive internal boxing style, he might hold his ground against that hunchback for a while. But if the fight drags on, that old man will use his superior stamina to gain the upper hand—he's adept at controlling internal energy flow." On the VIP platform, Tiana said flatly, "That Madblade Martial Academy guy is going to suffer today." Marvin chuckled. "Not many know this, but Cedric and I are well aware of your talents, Mrs. Rhodes. You've always been a martial arts genius. Who do you think that girl from Bridgefields is relying on?"

His grip was steel. “Let me go,” I hissed, glaring at him. “She needs help.” “No,” Richard said. He stayed calm. His voice was flat, devoid of any room for argument. “This is the only way their path clears. We stay out of it.” He looked at me, then pivoted his gaze to Aiden, who had started to rise from his seat. Richard checked his watch. “You two are not moving. I should mention I hold a black belt in several disciplines. Do not make me demonstrate.”

I furrowed my brows at him. "Like?....." I asked. He chuckled. "Something you're not supposed to know about," he said. I gasped. "Should I be scared of you?" I said sarcastically. He frowned. He rushed over to me, screaming like a fucking banshee. He threw a punch. I tilted my head to the side. I gave him an uppercut, causing his jaw to vibrate. He's weak. I have a black belt in Taekwondo and Muay Thai. I'm also a professional boxer. He fell to the ground. I grabbed his collar and lifted him to his feet.

Punching them straight across their face, I kicked the guy who called me bitch. They all lay on the ground, groaning in pain. “Who the fuck are you?” One of them asked, clenching his stomach. “Karate and Taekwondo blackbelt.” I smiled, releasing my hair from the pony. “And if I ever see you all bullying him, I swear I won’t spare a single bone in your body.” I added.

“Let me do it.” As soon as Tyr finished his sentence, he immediately rushed towards Black Mantle. In an instant, he had punched Black Mantle over ten times. However, every punch that Tyr made was dissolved by Black Mantle—Tyr did not injure him one bit. Black Mantle had similar techniques to tai chi, but it was obvious that he was not using tai chi. No matter how his moves seemed soft and weak, once he pulled a punch, it was packed with explosive power. At this moment, Black Mantle and Tyr were evenly matched.

“Aw…our Maximino has fallen in love with the enemy’s woman.” I snarled deep in my throat, and before I could stop myself, I crashed my fist into his jaw. I hated that name. I fucking hated that name. Massimo’s eyes widened, and he toppled back, looking startled. And pissed. He growled and launched at me. But I was a fucking Taekwondo black belt, trained in Krav Maga with early years of street fights under my belt and the kind of muscle you don’t get in a gym—you earn it in blood. I could just snap Massimo like a bloody fly.

Now I finally confirmed what he was. I have no intention of hurting. I just don’t want him to do anything bad. I can give him what he wants but in the right way, just don’t go through violence. “I am a Black belter Taek wondo and I also studied judo and karate. Do you think you can handle me?” I reason out even if it’s not true. “O-Ouch! That’s enough! I won’t do it again,” he said, looking like he was squirming in pain and avoiding his face on the hot road.

He looks around him as though the fact that there's a dozen of them there should phase me, but I just smile back. "I don't think you need me to explain that to you, now move out the way." He lifts his chest up, stepping forward and I fight the urge to laugh, pushing Cleo back against the wall, I keep myself between her and the group who have formed a sort of circle around her. "I'm a black belt in karate and jiu jitsu." The guy boasts, rolling up his sleeves and smirking at me. "Good for you, mate." The sarcasm rolls of my tongue as he bounces on his toes and balls his fists to his face, like he's just entered a boxing ring. "It's probably better you walk away now though, let us get back to