Mortal Kombat Fighting Styles Novels & Stories

First, a brief history lesson: The fighting styles of Slayers took their inspiration from nature (godai, the five elements) and from their original enemies, the Great Serpents. There were a few styles that featured man interacting with nature and not the other way around; for instance, the Fish Gate style of a northern tribe derived from the natural movements of fishermen casting their nets. Nevertheless, the four main styles of the Clans sought to imitate the general attitude, posture and reflexes of the powerful dragons and appropriate them as a form of camouflage.

"The board is over there… not here. Look forward, please." He didn’t move. He just kept staring at me with those unreadable eyes. ‘Is he trying to seduce me?’ I joked in my head trying to hold back my laughter but it died on their own when Silvio's expression shifted to something cold... almost as if he had read my thoughts. I swallowed and decided to pretend to focus while, Mr. Grant continued explaining. "Players can unlock different martial arts styles. Kung Fu, Taekwondo, Muay Thai. And every time they level up, they earn Echo Points, which improve their avatar’s strength, speed, and reflexes."

And he brought a knife to a fight with me. My movements were instinctive, born from years of training and a past I tried to bury. I wasn't like Marcus, all brute strength and disciplined moves. My style was faster, dirtier. A whirlwind of kicks, elbows, and knee strikes. I moved under his knife hand, twisting his wrist, heard a satisfying crack as the knife clattered to the floor.

' Lao scratched his chin with his index finger. "The punches are fine, obviously need some work though. The kick had terrible form, but that's okay for now. I would recommend CQC, it seems like your build is more well suited for it." Elijah was interested in what Lao had to say. 'They teach CQC in this world? I shouldn't be surprised. If they know about our military advancements surely there would be people teaching "human" fighting styles.' "You know CQC?" "That, boxing, muay Thai, kung fu, jiu-jitsu, Shaolin taichi, taekwondo, and karate," Lao said matter of factly.

"Look, I don't believe in words, but I believe in action, whatever you are. Come on board if you believe you have the power to murder me." "Oh, you're all set, right? Let's look at what you've got." He summoned all of his inner strength and dashed towards me. I put his purse on the test and tried to get him out of the cave and into the open air. When I emerged from the cave, I felt relieved. I took a position to absorb his assault. I observed him to be a true martial artist who used traditional fighting techniques. He changed so many combat styles in a matter of minutes, including a monkey, Scorpion Snake, Tiger, and others. I leaped forward, eagle-like, to engage him with his multi-fighting

Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle and they started lunging towards each other. Mr. Jung ducked when Mr. Min's fist came flying towards him, brutal and unabashed. He was like that when it came to Mr. Min and Mr. Kim but that didn't mean he wasn't good at what he did. Mr. Jung moved swifter than anybody I had seen fight before, you could let yourself think you'd win but he'd be right there, knocking the breath out of you the very next second. There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

He moved with the easy grace of combat understanding and attacked with ferocious might such that all of Alpha Grey's attack were easily countered. The Bloodless Alpha was no slouch himself. His combat style was forceful and ferocious. If Rafael preferred to dodge, parry and counter attacks, Grey aimed to overwhelm his opponent with a flurry of wild but well placed and planned attacks. He would sacrifice his body and take a hit just to deliver an even more devastating attack himself. His combat style aimed to finish a fight in the most ferocious way and as quickly as possible. A style like that would break an opponent's will longer before they are defeated.

He lifted the hammer that came to him and glanced behind her for a second. “How well do you think someone fights when they lose what matters?” Thor asked with a chuckle. She now felt a bit of blood trickle from her nose. She also felt Jor coming, and without looking knew he was now behind them by several feet. He didn’t move forward because no matter how fast he was. Thor was going to kill her first. “I am shocked Jormungand, a mortal? This little scarp of a thing?” He said with a laugh and shook Serenity slightly. She however didn’t make a sound she was concentrating. Thor’s mistake was touching her. She was just waiting for her opportunity.

The aura of a martial arts master was evident. Boom! Andrew stomped his back foot hard without any hesitation. The bluestone ground cracked instantly as he rushed toward Liam like a cannonball! The moment he saw Andrew's move, Liam was momentarily stunned. "Shattering Fist? This young lad has some insight!" Hearing Liam recognize his martial art style in one go, Andrew revealed a cold smile. Shattering Fist, representing Southern-style martial arts, originated from spiritual martial arts. The fist embodies the five elements with powerful and broad movements.