Iron Fist From Ultimate Spider Man Novels & Stories

Yet, Gideon had caught it so effortlessly. Gideon smiled and released his hold on Kingsley's fist before flicking it lightly. Kingsley instantly felt like his fist was going to shatter. A force shot through his body, starting from his arm. "You!" He was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe he'd misread Gideon—the latter was powerful! No wonder he was so arrogant. Still, Kingsley wouldn't back down despite facing someone powerful. He'd never retreated from a fight in all his years of battling opponents. Even when gravely injured, he would forge ahead. This was what Iron Fist Guild believed in.

Like a cheetah that was about to dash away, he stomped his feet on the ground and prepared to launch out! However, next to him, Fulton’s eyes froze. He said, “For the people of Hampton, I can only do this to you.” After saying that, Fulton’s eyes flashed, leaving a black afterimage on the spot where he was! In a split second, Fulton was already standing in front of Spencer. With an explosive punch that carried the power of thunderbolt, he smashed into the shield of sword energy that had formed around Spencer’s body!

Cristofer explained. Estelle listened to their conversation quietly, finding it amusing. “Dad, who’s stronger, Iron Man or Ultraman?” “Hmm... I’d say Iron Man is more powerful. The creatures Ultraman fights tend to look less intelligent, whereas Iron Man faces smarter foes.” “Then who’s stronger, Iron Man or Poseidon?” “You know about Poseidon?”

He paused when he raised his head to look at me for the first time. I think I saw his eyes widen before returning to normal in a flash. Ever since Yolando made me his partner, I stopped taking shit from people. I don't kiss asses anymore and I'm fucken, not scared of anyone. I don't care who the hell he is so I prepared to give him the best comeback when he rose from his seat and the next word that came from his mouth after he was done assessing me got both my fist and mouth itchy. I yearned so much to smack the hell outta him.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

“You won’t escape me.” Danial clenched his fists, his breathing steady despite the rising panic in his chest. Realizing there was no other option, he decided to take the offensive. If he was going down, he’d make sure to leave a mark. He activated his Iron Fist Technique, his arms glowing with a bronze hue as the metallic sheen spread across his skin. At the same time, he flowed into the Water Flowing Technique, his movements becoming fluid and swift as he launched himself toward his opponent.

He involuntarily stepped back and almost fell. Everyone was shocked. Elio was so strong! They did not how he did it, but he actually forced Fat Mantis back. He was extraordinary. Sherman's eyes lit up. "I see, so that’s Crane Static! Amazing, young man!" As an expert in his own right, Sherman saw things the other spectators could not. He understood the Bursting Crane Fist’s true strength, which lay in the incredible control of the fighter’s muscles. The rapid contraction even created something like static electricity that could stun the opponent as if they had been electrocuted.

"You don't need to know." Chase's eyes remained indifferent as he continued forward. Spiritual energy surged through his body and gathered in his right hand, which glowed with a golden light. He struck at Iron's chest with the energy-laden palm. "Iron Palm—Break!" Iron roared, flexing his massive arms and unleashing a surge of brute force. A loud explosion echoed as Iron's chest caved in, his body thrown backward. His ribs cracked, and his internal organs throbbed with pain.

Sebastian said mildly. Lionel's blood boiled at that, and he shouted, "What are you saying? Have you fought with disciples of the Irongate Sect before this?" Seebastian's smile was calm. "Yes." "So that's why you're so arrogant! Today, I'll show you the real power of the Iron Fist technique!" Lionel growled. Chuck shook his head in exasperation with a sigh. Sebastian was truly too naive. He had no idea just how terrifying Lionel could be.

Iron Hand growled, his voice trembling with raw emotion. ​Max and Dario exchanged bewildered glances. ​"How?" Max asked. ​Dario smiled, subtly signaling Max to stay calm. He then shifted his gaze back to Iron Hand and stoked the fire. "Yes, exactly. He has openly challenged you. He clearly isn't afraid of you, acting as if he has nine lives." ​Enraged, Iron Hand hurled the single sofa he had just been sitting on across the room. It smashed brutally against the wall, splintering into pieces. The man's arm strength was truly monstrous. It was no mistake he was dubbed Iron Hand.