Naruto Boxing Novels & Stories

“You thought you’d won, didn’t you? You thought you’d done something epic, swooping in to save that fucking bitch and humiliating me. Well, I’m pleased to tell you that I’m standing right here, and it’s going to take forever before you ever get me to fall.” I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the ground, and pushed up my sleeves before he got within close range. He assumed a stance, a weak one, bringing his folded fists up to his nose, straining the thick sleeves of his dark green jacket before throwing a punch. The days of tedious boxing lessons I’d had with Timur and my brother rushed back to me, every technique, stroke, and skill, but I’d predicted that Ronan would be sloppy, and

A slender man clothed only in brown, cotton trousers grabbed Naomi's arm; his sharp nails digging into her flesh. Crying out in pain, Naomi twisted her arm from his grasp and landed a punch at his nose, breaking it effectively and causing him to fall to the ground as blood poured down his face. Spinning with her dress and cloak flowing about her like a halo, she planted a foot into a woman's mouth who was trying to grab Nezetta, shattering a few of her teeth. Using all the techniques she had acquired from her boxing and kickboxing training, she punched and elbowed; head-butted and kicked, fighting to not let anyone get close enough to Nezetta who lay on the floor, terribly weakened and nursi

A boxing club, Nico’s boxing club. Cages and rings took up the main floor. Guys sparred under harsh lights, sweat flying, grunting with every punch. A few women trained too... tough-looking, no makeup, taped hands and murder in their eyes. On the sidelines, people placed bets and trash-talked like it was religion. This wasn’t the suited-up Nico I knew from galas. This was something else.

The hoodlums instead choose to send one of them first, chivalrous of them, Shetimma scoffed, they were supposed to rush the deity all at once even if getting their asses handed to them was inevitable. The selected unfortunate thug was lanky but fit, he handed over his face cap to a mate with a laugh and went into a boxer's stance. Shango stood perplexed and intrigued by his opponent's antics as he skipped around and shadow boxed. "Pray tell what in Obatala's name is he doing?" "I think he's a professional boxer, he fights with his fists only." Shetimma answered. "Like the Gambo fighting style of the Hausa? Fascinating."

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

The last guy said to me and jumped toward me, I dodged it and did a crescent kick on his stomach, he groaned in pain and held it. "How did you learned to fight like that?" Brandon asked in awe which I licked my lips. "Boxing." "Nate is lucky to have a girl like you." He winked and I grinned. "Let's see how Kyle is doing with the little pussy." He said and we walked toward the spot where Kyle is standing with a gun on Oscar's forehead. He's a dangerous mafia boss. "Any last words?" He said darkly. "Fuck you!" He yelled to anger but that just made him smile.

he cautioned "Don't worry, I'll be fine" Lily assured and walked out Lily took a cab to the boxing arena and she walked into a crowd of bubbling spectators surrounding the boxing ring With much effort, Lily jostled to the front and she was able to get a view of the competitors in the boxing ring I huge man with boxing gloves was giving numerous punches to his opponent and his opponent, his opponent was... "Leonardo!!!" Lily screamed The huge man was punching him and his face was bleeding badly but he made no effort to fight back, he was taking all the punches, without making an attempt to dodge any and the crowd seemed to be enjoying it

My movements are so quick that he doesn't get any time to attack back. All credit goes to my Chinese karate teacher Yuen Hu. He taught me enough techniques to handicap a serial killer within a few minutes. The bastard lands on the ground with a loud groan but when he tries to stand, I punch his face with full force. And this credit goes to my boxing teacher James Jordan. "Where are your big words now? Don't waste my time. Just tell me about your funky boss who is hiding behind the stage." I grab his gun from the ground and sat in front of him.

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.