Johnny Lawrence Sensei Novels & Stories

A scornful look appeared on his face as he put up his hands and struck back forcefully at Lawrence. Lawrence felt a piercing pain in his palms. All the bones in his hand seemed to have broken. He yelled out in pain and stumbled backward several steps. He bumped heavily into the table behind him and continued sliding a few feet back. Lawrence stared at Sebastian. The strength in Sebastian's attack filled him with fear, and his heart thumped madly. After all, Lawrence was an Inner Strength Master! Although he was not quite at the level of a Grandmaster, he was still one of Steinberg's most skilled and renowned martial artists!

All the members from Yando City’s lineup feared him. “Hey, Lawrence, what the heck was going on with you earlier? How did you get defeated by the lad with just one punch?” “That’s right, Sergeant Lawrence, you’re the ultimate fourth-tier master fighter who can even defeat the young Lil Mars, so how did you get defeated by that Larson lad?”

Seeing Old Jude’s attitude at the moment, Master Bell knew that the kid was doomed! No problem could not be solved if Old Jude took over! A junior who did not know his own ability, did he know that Uppercreek was Master Bell’s territory? Of course. All the people watching around also turned and discussed. “Wow, who is that old man? He looks so awesome.” “I’ve found out about him. Jude Jensen, the honorary expert of the National Martial Arts Association and the Kung Fu Sub-Association!”

"Not just better. I feel spirited!" Jenson exclaimed, flexing his arms while nodding in approval. "Mr. Lawrence's Ichor Pill is certainly miraculous." "Haha! Like I said, Mr. Lawrence is the greatest miracle worker of Riverton." Kenny laughed and turned toward Rolf. "And you'd actually send our apprentices after him. You ignorant fool." "What?!" Jenson was growing at Rolf right then. "You attacked Mr. Lawrence?!" "No, I mean…" Rolf mumbled, scratching his head awkwardly. "You were puking blood after you took the pill, and I thought you were poisoned…"

Master John? I turned at the speed of light to look at the man I registered with and I grabbed his hands that were placed on the desk in front of him. "Is he... Is he John Abel, the world-renowned Martial Master? The one who's been winning the Best Martial Artist award since 2011? The one who's been learning Martial art since he was just 5? Is he? The one who claimed to never teach anyone?" My hands were trembling and I was in disbelief. The man couldn't hide his amusement as he kept nodding his head after his question. He was confirming everything I said and somehow... The man who would be teaching me Martial arts was the best in the world?!

“Why not? You already know one Stork technique, don’t you? Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me who your sensei was who taught you everything you know.” “I didn’t think you knew him as he doesn’t really call attention to himself. He’s more the silent-I’ll-whack-you-on-the-head-if-you-can’t-do-it-right type.” “Oh, I’ve known many senseis like that, believe me.” “All right, let’s see… He’s a wandering monk, like I already told you, and… he’s very mysterious. People simply called him Koumori-san (Mr. Bat) on account of his being blind.” “He’s blind?!”

At first, I thought they were training me to be a main ring fighter in a bigger, legal ring, but as time went on, the training changed. It became more brutal, sly. They were teaching me to be invisible and how to identify people’s strengths and weaknesses. They would find my limits, then push me past them, all while beating all emotions out of me, not that there were any left to begin with. They were the last few emotions of humanity I had left, and they destroyed them. John taught me how to overcome and focus my anger so I didn’t get tunnel vision, like I usually do. John taught me personally how to fight without my senses. “Not all the time will you have access to all of your senses. You m

Anything further would be crossing the line. "Thank you, Mr. Johnston Sr." Lawrence knew where he needed to be careful with what he did. Any more outrageous words from him would only backfire on him.

How on Earth would he just say things to me and stripping was a no-no "Sir...I'm not comfortable having you as my... Sensei"I said with chuckles making a joke out of what he said. I didn't ask for swimming lessons from him nor was it necessary so why was he bothering with me when he was supposed to be going through his work and making more millions for himself