Kung Fu Fighting Novels & Stories

he started, before I kicked his an*s with another two to three punches, falling back on the floor. "Darn, dad, why?" He asked, puzzled that I didn't give him any chances. "During combat, you can't expect to have your enemy return a conversation. They will just focus on attacking. Less talk, more focus and fighting. We are weakest in our human form. So we must focus to fight in every form." Removing my punching gloves, I sat down right next to him, exhaling.

We are here in a forest. Clarkson taught me different moves and techniques that I can surely used to defend my self from those attackers or werewolves, like Martial sports, such as boxing, kickboxing, Muay Thai, savate, shoot boxing, Sanshou, grappling, judo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu , Sambo. I'm so amazed how he teach me those. Every moves of him actually made me falling in love with him.

She messed with the wrong person, and shouldn’t expect mercy from me. That’s when a fight broke out between us. She grabbed me by my hair and I kicked her in her stomach. It is one thing about me, I don’t do catfights. After all, I’m in the mafia, we do real training in different kinds of fighting techniques. Kung Fu, karate, Tae Kwon Do, boxing and lots more. She tried to punch me in my face, but I quickly grabbed her wrist and bent it in a very painful position, She yelped. I pushed her onto the table and held her hands behind her back. She struggled to set free, and when she couldn't she started screaming for help.

He saw the anger in Samuel's eyes and knew that something terrible might happen. "You can't fight in a literature competition, but you have to fight in martial arts. You're hopeless. You're really courting death. Alas." The pangolin shook his head helplessly. What was the difference between looking for Samuel for a fight and playing a big saber in front of Master Guan? The only difference was that Master Guan's knife was only a dozen meters long, and these people's knives were used to cut fruit... "Okay!" Samuel put down his hand slightly. "How to fight?"

David turned on his computer and started searching the Internet to see what kind of fighting techniques were available in modern martial arts. After he dug around, all kinds of fighting techniques appeared in front of him. For example shadowboxing, Singing Spring Fist, Form-Intention Fist, Eight Extremities Fist, and so on. As for which ones he would choose, David felt that a firm and ferocious style would suit him best. He did not like a gentle fighting technique. After thinking it through, David felt that Singing Spring Fist, Form-Intention Fist, and Eight Extremities would be suitable for him. Shadowboxing was too gentle.

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

Their bodies danced with precision and grace, their minds sharp and focused on the battle before them. As the first round progressed, Erica displayed her flexibility, seamlessly transitioning between different kung fu techniques. Her strikes were precise, her kicks powerful, and her speed unmatched. Daniel, impressed by her prowess, met her with equal fervor, their bodies weaving in and out of each other's range. Their movements were a symphony of power and finesse, the clashing of their strikes reverberating through the garden. Erica's determination shone in her eyes as she pushed herself to the limit, unleashing a relentless assault upon her opponent.

I fought to keep my senses while a small group of thugs circled me. Shen stopped and watched intently. Blood visibly trickled down my face as I positioned my body for combat. It was obvious to him that I was trained in Kung Fu and, although my style was unusual, I showed skill and promise as I fought off an occasional attack from the circling thugs.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Bullets whizzed through the air as Falcone deftly dodged and weaved, his instincts honed from years of dangerous encounters. He retaliated with lightning-fast strikes, taking out his opponents one by one. His fists moved with precision and power, delivering bone-crushing blows. The room became a chaotic frenzy of punches, kicks, and grunts of pain. Falcone's muscles rippled as he unleashed a barrage of punches, landing each one with deadly accuracy. His adversaries fought back fiercely, their determination matching his own. The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed through the warehouse. Falcone's face bore the marks of battle, the blood adding a menacing edge to his intense glare.