Javon Walton Boxing Novels & Stories

Not again. He pushes himself up. “I’m not done.” Waylon watches, then gives a small nod. “Good.” The next round is different. Jaxon doesn’t just react. He adapts. Learns. He watches Waylon’s shoulders, stance, timing. When the next strike comes, he counters. Not perfectly, but enough. Waylon steps back. Recognition. “That’s it,” Waylon says. Jaxon’s chest rises and falls. “…I won’t rely on anything else. No shortcuts. No borrowed power. I do this right.”

“Come on dad, just let me try one time. One sparring session with Alpha Daniel. Please?” Jaxson stands there contemplating whether he should let his youngest spar with his nephew and just let him learn this lesson on his own and see if this will teach him to take his time with training. When he looks over between Daniel and John and they give him a nod in approval and when John links Jaxson to give him a shot, Jaxson sighs in contempt and looks back to his little twin, the only son he has and the boy who could be his twin if he were older.

“Oh, well, thank you! We’ve had quite a few successes recently. Our latest project is groundbreaking, it’s projected to revolutionize the industry. I’m always eager to discuss our innovations and how we can contribute to future developments.” As Walton continued to boast about his accomplishments, his eyes darted around the room. He noticed Josh walking toward him and Giovanni with an air of casual indifference. Walton’s brow furrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “What’s he doing here?” he muttered under his breath, his annoyance evident. Despite having already put Josh in his place a few hours earlier by having him beaten up in the restroom, Walton still hated seeing his face

I blasted back, "Do you think you can hurt me whenever you want, and I'm just supposed to accept it?" He deserved every bit of what happened. Wayne, grateful for the information I had shared, bought me a villa when he found out I was looking to buy a house. The day I moved in, Elijah and his family came over to celebrate with me. Among them was his grandson, Jordan Hale. Jordan was a strikingly handsome man, but his intimidating aura made him seem dangerous. He was a renowned photographer, but he looked more like a member of the mafia. Elijah introduced him. "Jordan's trained in kickboxing and Muay Thai. He once encountered a group of armed poachers while working in the rainforest and took d

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

They all thought it was going to be a random question which had no meaning. "Why can't we ask the names directly from her?" Stepheno said to him. Mr. Walton closed his phone and got up from his chair. "If she knew those people, do you think I would let them free for all this year. " He said, coming closer to Stepheno. Mr. Walton was a built man he was 6 '3 in height with grey hair but it also styled up in a very neat way and his appealing personality still best young men. Lorenzo came in between them and blocked both of them. Not because Stepheno can't stand a punch from Mr. Walton but he will never throw one back.

Suddenly, Javi radiated with an incomparably domineering and fierce aura! That intensity quickly spread to the audience, making everyone feel that the next match would be a clash of the titans! Javi Lopez was an undefeated boxing expert. Moreover, he was the most qualified young talent to become the next Major in Fusha! He had unlimited potential! However, looking at Josh at this moment, he was still aloof. With a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, he looked at the other party and said, “I can say the same to you as well.”

Like hawks, they locked in on Ashton, their gazes murderous. "All three of the grandmasters here at Skybound Boxing are renowned experts in all of Javonbury. If they join the fight, anyone who doesn't die will end up seriously injured. Do you still think you can be the tough guy now? It's time for the games to end!" Edmund proudly declared. Without saying anything, Ashton simply started walking toward Edmund. He'd have to grind Edmund's face into the floor before the fool understood what it meant to fear someone. "What an ignorant fool! Crush him!" Edmund gave the order, his expression twisted with rage.

said Waltier, who was also a little thrilled at this time. As the king of the Ma royal family, he usually had to take care of day-to-day operations. However, he still had a high interest in boxing. In fact, Waltier himself was a mighty Muay Thai fighter too. Usually, when he had nothing much on hand, he liked to invite Leviathan over to give him some pointers. Therefore, he was able to infer some things from this battle between Clifford and Trigon. “Trigon is merely a trifle nothing. Old Hann can beat him badly soon. If his master, Leviathan, came over, perhaps he might stand a chance of competing against Old Hann,” Juan, who was next to Waltier, said indifferently.

He said icily, "What the heck! Damn, a coward like you should look in the mirror!" After getting rid of the manager, there was an icy flash in Jayden's eyes as he waved at Lucian and said in his ear, "Call Dustin Moore. Once the auction ends, ambush Zane and Ballard, and then…" Jayden swiped his finger across his neck. Dustin was the yearly boxing champion of Sunway's underground boxing world. Ever since he had joined the underground boxing world, he won several victories every year. He was known as the King of Martial Arts in Sartvale's underworld.