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Not an ass, though. "Thanks, I guess?" Akira approves of his comment, still wearing that faceless expression. "What?" 'You know that you'll be dead after this? Vlad feels a little bit unsure of his counter, but he still takes his words. "I guess you already know your place! ... nice, nice... Alright! I'll give you a chance for the first move." He flicks two fingers towards the boy, indicates for him to start the fight. Akira watches as Vlad gets to a boxing stance which is his usual fighting style. 'Boxing?' He thought... 'that is a long-lost fighting style due to a revival of new and more sufficient one. I would have never thought to see one in this life...'

"Stay focused, Baron. Andito na si Alfred. Whatever happens, make yourself look intimidating." Tumango si Baron, at agad na sinunod ang instruction ni Victoria sa kanya. Hindi naman mahirap para sa kanya ang gawing intimidating ang sarili dahil boksingero siya dati. Hindi pa man nagsisimula ang laban sa ring ay nagsisimula na ang giyera kahit sa weigh-in pa lamang. In a way, boxing is a psychological warfare. It's either you intimidate or you get intimidated.

“All I wanted was someone or something to vent my pent-up rage, and that traitor is the best we have.” “Still, you should have held back.” “I was. If I weren’t, I would have already broken that traitor’s skull in just four punches.” Leon shook his head. People who might hear Hunter might say he was arrogant and overconfident, but what Hunter said was true. Hunter has been training his boxing skills since he was a kid, and everyone who knows Hunter Ramirez, the boss, knows how beastly he is at using fists. Even their enemies and the other organizations can attest to how good Hunter is when giving punches.

“Forget it. He is nothing more than a cripple now. It’s not worth putting so much effort into him. If he had some real ability, Nanako wouldn’t be so badly injured!” Hiroshi quickly stated, “Actually, we can’t blame Yamamoto-san for this matter. It’s mainly because Nanako-san’s opponent’s coach was simply too powerful…” “Powerful?” Yahiko snorted and said contemptuously, “Tanaka, you may have some kind of misunderstanding about the word powerful. Let me tell you, the truly powerful skill is not karate or any of those martial arts, but it’s Japanese Ninjutsu and Onmyoji. Those are the real extraordinary powers. Yamamoto’s karate is just some lame and unpractical skills of the ordinary people!

I was bleeding but I didn't stop fighting. The more Horuto cuts me up, the more I fought back. I wasn't holding back for one second. I began to notice Horuto was getting tired and his strikes were getting weaker. My punches began to land heavily on him. I was breathing faster and with each blow I landed on Horuto, I countered his attack with my feet. I was using kick boxing now to beat him up.

Zephyr met his attack with Draken, causing a great metal ring to echo. The two of them were sent back by a few steps, before coming back to blows again. “This guy’s trouble! He’s good, too good!” Boxer said, wide-eyed as he observed the battle. Even he knew he did not have the strength to contend with the four Masters, and he was an Agile of level three! Although it was but a level’s difference, the actual difference in power was night and day. Boxer did not have confidence in winning should he engage any of the Masters.

He’s already decided. He gives a nod to his enforcer. The boxer steps forward, fists raised. Before I can speak or move, he’s hit Sebby four times, twice in the face and twice in the body. Blood bursts from Sebby’s nose. He doubles over, groaning. He tries to fight back—all of my brothers have been trained to fight in one way or another. But where Donald and Neil took their practice to the streets, Sebby’s interest has always been athletic, not violent. Still, he manages to get in a couple of hits thanks to his superior height and reach. One of his punches makes the boxer stumble backward a step. But the nasty fucking goon blocks Sebby’s other blows, before slamming my brother in the kidney

She sat down beside him, leaning closer to tend to his wound. She started with his running wounds first. She had no idea how he was so calm and unperturbed. His arms and lower abdomen were riddled with bruises. “How did you get them?” she asked. Silence followed her question. “I have anger issues so I do underground boxing to fight it,” there was a hesitance in his tone. Serena stilled. Underground boxing? Anger issues? She raised her gaze at him but to her dismay, he was looking everywhere but at her. He looked strained as though her attention was bothering him. He looked embarrassed.

On the contrary, it made him furious. “What are you doing, looking down on me?” Kirin rushed toward the boxer and smashed his fist in his face. Kirin’s boxing skill was surprisingly good. He was so strong that one punch from him did the boxer’s face in.

At first it was confusing, but I am thankful that I quickly learned that pattern. “Yes. You will be sparring with Astrid.” Yuichi answered after he properly placed the hand wrap on both of my hands. “Really?” I am glad to confirm. A burning curiosity consumed me as I delved into the world of basic boxing technique, yearning to discover the fruits of my four weeks of training. Yuichi didn’t need to confirm the answer with me because he himself put the boxing gloves on my hand. “Do your best, wife.” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, hubby.”