Mike Haggar Vs Zangief Novels & Stories

"Enough talk scumbag, let's do this man to man. I will break your kneck in a minute. It's have a showdown without guns" I Suggested to Zarvier, dumb just like I expected he agreed.We both flung our guns to the floor at the same time and kicked it farther away. Although Zarvier looked bigger than I, I knew I had an advantage over him. I was a trained boxer, a black belt kung-fu master, but my greatest strength was the fury I felt towards him for what he had done to Ivana.

Miller's expression turned grim, and he knelt on the ground with a bow. "Don't worry, Sir Hagin. I'll do my best to protect our pride." "Alright. You may get up now." Hagin gestured at Wilbur and the old man. "These two are your opponents. They're cultivators from the human realm." Miller got off the ground, glancing at Wilbur and the old man before asking, "Can I know if you two will be battling me at the same time?"

That was when one of the Scion-ranked individuals—a short-haired, gray robed elder—snapped coolly, "You must be Caleb Crawford!" "Who are you people?" Caleb narrowed his eyes at the dozen Scion-ranked individuals. Nonetheless, the short-haired gray robed elder's eyes flashed coldly as he continued, "Were you the one who murdered Zoran Zangief?!" "Zoran Zangief?" With his hands clasped behind his back, Caleb stood, his eyes narrowing as he just couldn't remember who Zoran was.

“We don’t have a lot of time, and I know that I’m the newcomer here – so I want to see how you all fight. I need to know your strengths and your weaknesses.” The men grumbled at first, but then I said, “And I will be going first. Calhoun, you’re up.” I took the men one on one, and then April. Calhoun was burly, like Samuel, and used his body as a battering ram. Mueller was slower, but he was strong, and he had excellent defense. He liked to tire his opponent out before dealing the final blow. And Biggs was surprising – he fought like me. He was fast and nimble. Even I had trouble getting hold of him. If you got too close, he’d deliver quick, sharp jabs that left you stunned.

His clothes were torn, and his arms became as thick as tree trunks. The martial arts practitioners near the arena lowered their heads uncontrollably when they sensed the raging aura emanating from him. “That… That’s the Raging Beast Technique!” Carter took a sharp breath and burst out saying in fear, “That’s the Raging Beast Technique he’s using! It’s a renowned technique used by a true master named Wilfred Harrigan 20 years ago!” “What? That’s Wilfred Harrigan’s renowned technique?” The face of every martial arts practitioner changed. “He faced off three true masters' attacks 20 years ago all on his own! Is that the Wilfred Harrigan they’re talking about?”

These cheers would make him very disgusted. As for those insiders in the martial arts world, most of them were not optimistic about this match. Samuel had defeated Yan Bingfeng, in fact, it did not matter at all. After all, Yan Bingfeng was just a newcomer. However, Samuel's opponent today was different. He was Chong Yang, who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time. Moreover, he had fought with more than a dozen martial arts clubs in succession. His strength was not at the same level as Samuel's at all.

Havel grunted and stumbled back as he absorbed Jozef's blow. Jozef was beating the shit out of him, while he'd only landed a couple of blows. It went this way every time they sparred. Havel was heavy with muscle, while Jozef was light on his feet and wiry. Muscles roped the younger man's arms as he danced before landing each blow.

After that, he raised his fist and smashed it on Sato Junichi's face. However, Zhang Laifu was no more than a physically strong guy. He knew little about martial arts, or free combat, or Taekwondo. The punch of his carried little threat to Sato Junichi. "Sick man of East Asia, how dare you challenge a Japanese warrior!" Sato Junichi smiled scarily. He raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Laifu's wrist. Crack. He snapped it into two.

Gilbert smiled as he said to Kevin, "Mr. Young, let me introduce our representatives. My family, the Eckharts, will be fielding Neiman Wilkes, an expert in traditional kickboxing from the neighboring city. His greatest feat was taking on two ferocious tigers by himself and killing them within ten minutes." One of the men raised his arm to identify himself. Then, with an arrogant look on his face, he turned toward Errol, his chin lifted high and his gaze provocative. He pointed at Errol before making a throat-slitting gesture, his expression fierce.

The corner of Scrag’s lips curled up into a ghastly smirk and said, “You refused to do as we told you, yet you still had the audacity to attack us? If that’s the case, you shall die!” When he finished his sentence, he had already engaged Zayn in a fight. Zayn had no choice but to acknowledge that Scrag was a rather outstanding fighter despite ranking eighth on the Olympian list. He was much more powerful than Keyne Hoffman. At the same time, Fatso had also delivered a ferocious few moves consecutives to attack Zayn. They appeared to be fat and skinny, but in truth, they were half-brothers who shared the same mother, and they were both shockingly gifted in martial arts.