Menacing Goku Novels & Stories

He flew several meters away before stepping on the ground and stabilizing his body. “You can’t take such a small amount of my force. How dare you act arrogantly in front of me?” Fane glanced at the opponent in disdain. He had a kingly aura and a contempt for the world as he spoke. Elder Gordon was shocked. Fane’s punch seemed simple but the power in it was so terrifying that it threw him into the air while Fane was still standing there firmly. What Fane said also caused him to be afraid!

When he spoke, an unspeakable chill could be felt from his tone, showing off his immense strength at the same time. Even if he wasn’t a God of War, he probably wasn’t that far away from the title. “Damn you!” “I don’t care who you people are! You’re not allowed to run around the Shindan Way’s headquarters!” “Now that you’re here, I’ll have your heads!” The man in a robe flashed a cold smirk before exuding a murderous intent that filled the entire place.

It was a burly, muscular man with sideburns dressed in a long green robe. The muscular man had an aura that made Ding Hao feel that he was extremely dangerous as if he was a fierce beast quietly lying in wait as he stood in the ring. There was a scary power hidden within his muscular body, and once it was unleashed, he could rip all of the teenagers in the dojo to shreds within 15 minutes. Ding Hao tried to make comparisons secretly and had already determined that he was no match for the well-built man. At the same time, the burly man with sideburns seemed to have felt Ding Hao's gaze on him and looked over.

He chuckled, only annoying her. She groaned. Taking up the heavy wood she saw by the side of the room. “And you think am gonna believe that. The more you talk, makes me wanna kill you more.” She muttered and began walking towards him, in a threatening way. Hazard took his stand in a pose waiting for her so he could strike anytime she was close enough. She was no march for him. He was a great Hazard. Only Kenzo was his match. The others weren’t.

King Kong boomed, sounding deep and intimidating as if he was a giant from underground. “Get on your knees and I shall grant you a fast death, or else…”

words expressed in a threat. Then without further word, fast like light and unnoticeable like shadow, he strongly kicked the Ball-guy in the chin, in 90 degrees angle and kicked him several times in his trunk, ruthlessly. With the force he flew back making the Bull-guy to collide with his three subordinates outside. "Ah how eager am I to kill you. But unfortunately I can't." looking down on the Bull-guy with his playful stare. He then walked towards Nathan and smiled at him. Then whispered on his ear where the earpiece was, "Mister Ninja, tell your friends to hurry. They won't hurt the money changer (Yui) but who knows what will happen to you."

Hikaru and I both shared a look at each other, not sure what to say without telling them about my fear of the Goblin Champion or the fact that Hikaru is The Silver Dragon. " Well? Speak up." V4 ordered. Should I lie about another fight with Bankotsu? Another attack? What should we do?! ... Lie after lie soon it will all catch up to us. Maybe I should just admit my fear of that Goblin Champion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot. Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.