Naruto Fighting Stance Novels & Stories

Others sought out their rivals, engaging in intense one-on-one skirmishes to prove their strength. An opponent charged towards Danial, launching a direct punch. Reacting swiftly, Danial ducked and countered with a powerful punch to the gut, sending the person flying backward. Simultaneously, an adversary targeted Kuro from behind. Kuro, seemingly unperturbed, evaded the attacks effortlessly. Frustrated, the opponent attempted a more aggressive move, leaping into the air for a flying kick. Kuro, with impeccable precision, raised his leg in a perfect split, forming a perpendicular angle. As the opponent descended, Kuro brought his legs down, executing a flawless maneuver that slammed the aggre

Three troops who were about to swap out moved to be between him and the necromancers, raising their weapons and adopting a fighting stance Rex did not recognise. ‘Winding hills stance,’ Fafnir said to Rex, ‘An old Fae fighting stance that allows for quick movement but restricts any powerful blows. They are weary, so I believe they will try and tie you up while waiting to be swapped out.’ Seeing the blackguards in the circle facing him not making a move on him, Rex decided to try a new tactic. Dashing forward, Rex kicked out a knee from the closest blackguard to him, as it connected he could feel the crunch of bone and ligament, a second later the man screamed and Rex brought his blade across

Princess Shirley froze on her knees for a few seconds, and soon all her dismay turned to anger. "No laughing! Shut up!" She yelled toward the other kids, then stood up to point at me and said, "How dare you fight me? I'll give you one last chance to become my doll, or I'll tear you apart! Choose one!" I didn't say anything, but stood sideways, facing forward with the sword in front of me, front toes forward, both knees slightly bent, sword-wielding arm slightly flexed, and the other hand open. This was the posture to fight the enemy.

Now, he stood with a grin that could split mountains — facing two rising names, Park Jihoon and Kang Daejin. Seojun rolled his shoulders, light and relaxed, eyes glinting. “Don’t worry,” he said, tilting his head as he cracked his neck to one side. “I won’t copy your techniques.” He raised his fists, stance low, elbows tucked — calm, efficient, precise. “Let’s just say… I’ll use karate.” His knuckles tightened. His breathing slowed. That simple stance straight spine, lowered center of gravity, one hand open, the other clenched radiated danger.

And once again, he jumps on the air using his both feet. “Is this the reason why I endured for so long?!” He shouted while in the air, “To prepare me for this moment?!” He took a deep, and nice breath, and outstretched his right arm while clenching his right hand. Moreover, he spins his body diagonally while falling on his opponent’s nape. When he felt like it was already one meter apart, he stopped his body from spinning and subsequently outstretched his right arm while clenching his fist. “The fist,” He took a deep breath while gathering all his force in his right fist, “of a flaming tornado!!!” He shouted and swung his arm towards the nape to punch it.