Karate Full Contact Novels & Stories

he says. Just then someone steps into the alley and without a word lunges at me. Lucky for me I have practiced Shah Rukh Khan Karate four times a week for the past four years. I kock the very large man off his feet with a leg sweep. When he stands up, I dont even give him a chance. I throw my hands out using my powers to throw him against the building hard.

The problem was this duel was a fight to death and endurance was going to be a key factor towards success. Ara picked himself up in time to block a diving kick with his hands, he also blocked a second and third kicks to his ears. Swiftly he took an acrobatic back heel kick and slammed his heel into the left ear of his opponent. The side of The Drifter’s skull was slammed against one of the tombstones creating a deep cut in his scalp as he rolled on the floor. The Drifter recovered in no time like his head had just slammed into jelly and he swiped his blade ferociously at Ara catching him in the abdomen and creating a bloody incision on his stomach. Ara pulled away clutching his stomach in pa

They looked at Nicole with displeasure. A stern look flashed in Karlo's eyes. As someone who practiced martial arts, he was not going to hold back since his opponent did not bother to accept the handicap. He looked at Nicole with a hint of regret in his eyes, as he was expecting the girl's refusal to accept his offer of handicap would only cause her to lose in embarrassment. It was impossible for him to hurt her, anyway, since Jared was standing there watching. Thinking of Jared, Karlo shuddered involuntarily. But soon, he quickly shifted his attention back to Nicole. He let out a friendly smile before making a quick, fearsome move, his fist striking as powerful as thunder and lightning. Kar

I thought. I grabbed his right arm with both my hands. I broke through the steel armor of his hand. I karate chopped his arm to make it weak because I knew that won’t free his grip. My athletic abilities kicked in. I clutched my legs around his arm and twisted. He cried in pain as he freed my neck. We both fell on one knee. He got up fast and punched me across the face with his right fist. I jerked back and got up. I thrusted my left fist into his belly. He tried his right again but I diverted his punch with my left hand. He fell forward to me and the only thing I could do was to nodd him. We both fell back but I was the one who felt most pain from the impact. It felt like I ran head first i

I swallow hard, but answer honestly, “Yes.” Carla’s serious expression breaks into a smile. “Good. Let’s see what you can do, then.” For the next three hours, Carla and the other fighters test me and spar with me. None of them have wolves either, but they fought those who had. I am in heaven, learning their tips and tricks. Carla shows me a better way to place my feet, to make dodging and weaving that much easier. The whole time, Beau watches, sitting up in the stands. His eyes on me are a heavy, heated weight. They make me want to show off, so I do – until Carla puts me down on the ground and in my place.

He nodded to Zeke. Zeke stepped forward. "Alright. Our first exercise will be sparring. But this will be a full contact, group spar. You'll be divided into two groups. This is an open battle. You'll have to maneuver and fight your way through to the other side. Once your at the enemies marker, you're safe. If your down, you're dead. The team with the most survivors or the first fighter to touch the enemy's marker will win. Any questions?"

It was mostly kickboxing style they used but I was still intrigued. The thing with Silat is that you don’t necessarily need to be big to be good at it, the same with Krav Maga and other mixed martial arts. Size wasn’t always everything. If you had technique, you could fight. We watched two more fights and then Carlos walked up to us. “Shirt off, kid, you’re up next,” he said and I looked at Josh. “Don’t worry. He won’t mismatch you for your first fight,” Josh said and I took my shirt off.

“I was a mix of kick boxing, Muay Tai, Karate, Wing Chun, and Krav Maga.” “What?” Athena asked, raising a brow. “That means that her fists should be registered as weapons.” Dex said, stepping into the room. “Who let you in?” Bridgette asked, not bothering to look up at him. “The kids did. I could hear the music clear outside.” He said, looking around the room. “Guess it makes sense….” He said, noticing the sweat that covered her body. “Don’t worry. I checked the cameras.” Sammy said, popping her head into the room.

I, however, mentally smirked and bit on my lip seductively before tearing apart my brassiere along with the thin white shirt covering it which belonged to Kyler. Wolf whistles and cat calls flooded the entire area, and the Alpha in Kyler went completely wild, forgetting that this was WAR ! If he could trick and cheat, then who was stopping me to do the same ? Tee hee. So when, Kyler forgot to lunge at me and end the fight with a killer punch, and instead growled hard at the entire crowd, I took that opportunity to give him a Karate chop straight at the side of his neck and rendered him immobile for a good 2 minutes.

Kieran barked. My lungs screamed, and my legs trembled. We've been training since morning. He stood across from me in the clearing behind the pack house, shirtless, barefoot, and already drenched in sweat despite the morning chill. His movements were precise, like controlled violence wrapped in muscle and instinct. I stumbled forward, launching another punch, already knowing he’d see it coming. And he did. He caught my wrist midair and twisted, not enough to break it, but enough to throw me off balance. I hit the ground with a muffled grunt, dirt coating my forearms.