Karate Full Contact Novels & Stories

Gregor bent on challenging Karim's authority, concurred, and threw away his sword. As the sparring began, Gregor danced around Karim, avoiding direct confrontation. Instead, he used his agility to launch well-timed attacks and create openings for counterattacks. Karim, though initially caught off guard, quickly adapted to Gregor's tactics, countering with sweeping strikes and brute force. In no time, he was beating Gregor to a pulp.

~ A M E L I A ~ Sprinting towards him, I tried to pull together the knowledge I had for fighting. I felt so thankful that my parents had me in so many different extracurriculars growing up, which included kickboxing, Karate and Taekwondo. However, my fear was casting a shadow over all my knowledge. I couldn’t recall what to do. I couldn’t strategise. Everett raised a foot lightly, dragging it back just an inch, ready to make his move, ready to analyse me. Wait, he did that before, with Kenneth. Kenneth pulled his right—no—his left fist back, which made Everett pull his left foot back to counter-attack.

Empty hands - karate, the name given to it centuries before when disarmed Okinawa islanders found a subtle way to fight their tyrannical Japanese conquerors. As Kan her sensei and mentor, worked with her, she was aware of the tension growing between them, an electric thrill passing through her every time he touched her in correction or instruction. This always happened, always had, always would — and her need for physical contact with him became almost painful in its intensity.

I let my mouth free once more, "What? You think? Because I am a girl, you need to go easy on me?? Come on, bring it on!!" The beast that asked laughs, takes his shirt off and makes his way into the small circle. Another beast makes his way into the circle and stands between us. He bows and says, "I'm Brett..." He then steps back into his fighting stance. I bow and step back, the beast in between us, then says, "Full contact?" We both nod and he continues, "But nothing to draw blood and the first one to put their opponent on the ground 3 times wins!" He then places his hand between us and then says,

Etan pointed out. They bowed to each other, or rather Sabu sir did. Then, without warning, Fire sir roared like a hungry lion and charged! He moved so fast, with his hands raised in front of him like a sword, it made Sabu sir freeze. He stood there glued to the spot as Fire sir hit him with one sharp chop towards his neck, stopping just inches away. Breathing heavily, he lowered his hands and said in a forced calm voice, “That’s the first rule of Karate! Scare your opponent”

who the hell is this Young master I don’t belong to him in fact I belong to no one. The bodyguard was reluctant and let go of my hand at once. “I belong to no one now please leave me” I kicked the bodyguard in front of me and punched his face as hard as I could. And he was soon lying on the ground not to mention that I used to take karate classes for 5 years in Japan and very well know how to defeat my opponent. But then all of a sudden I felt like fainting and soon I lost my balance and hit the ground hard…..

He charged at me again, flinging his fists wildly, and I could feel the whoosh sound from his punches whizzing past my fucking face. As I moved swiftly, ducking and dodging, I carefully navigated between his attacks, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally, I spotted an opening. Without wasting a moment, I delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin. The satisfying sound of bones breaking beneath my gloves gave me a rush of triumph. "FUCK!" Kyle let out a growl of pain and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the mat. I mounted on top of him and flung my fists repeatedly in his face until the referee stopped me, afraid I might actually kill him.

"So it was you." "That's right," Joe sneered. "Little girl, don't think a bit of strength makes you untouchable. I'm a 8th-degree black belt in karate. I suggest you leave with the kid right now, or I won't go easy on you-even if you're a woman." He flexed his thick arm in front of her, clearly larger than hers by several sizes. Pamela's eyes lit up with excitement. Yes-fight her. Teach her a lesson. Break her arrogance.

We did as we were told. I was relieved that I wasn't paired with Alyssa, but as horror might have it- I was up against Cammie! Camilla Logan is one of those black belts who could snap you like a toothpick with only her pinky. She smirked at me and cracked her knuckles. It made me flinch. Not that I'm bad in Karate, but it's just that Cammie is way better.

"To control it—or to defeat someone wielding it—we must look backward. To the Old World. To the disciplines that took centuries to perfect before the meteor ever fell." Baraka dropped into a low, perfectly balanced fighting stance. His feet were shoulder-width apart, his knees slightly bent, his weight distributed flawlessly between his leading and trailing legs. "Karate," Baraka announced, his voice snapping with authority. "The art of the empty hand. It teaches us that true power does not come from the fist; it comes from the earth. It is routed through the hips, driven by the legs, and focused into a singular, impenetrable point of impact. It is grounding. It is immovable."