Oriental Fighter Novels & Stories

“Just look at how he moves! Did you ever doubt him, Your Highness?” “I never did,” I said with a happy smile spreading on my face. “Ronan is just what we need.” But then among the noise of the battle I noticed someone else—a warrior bravely fighting against the oncoming attackers. This fighter moved with each swing of their sword accurately and slicing through foes with amazing skill. “Who is that fighter?” I narrowed my eyes while I tried to see who they were. “I don't know,” was the answer. “But they have energy. Look at how they bring people together? Whoever it is, they act like they carry the world's troubles.”

But rather then think about the numbers of how much enemies were remaining, they ditched it out of their mind and instead focused on eliminating them. Meanwhile, on the other side, King Marcellus stood proudly on his ground as he effortlessly slayed almost ten Eastian men and soldiers with one swipe of his hand where a single, purple, glowing light came out of it in the form of a whip–enough to take lives in a blink. The battle had just begun but he was already wearing a victorious face. When Ferlah and Kalen saw this, it reminded them of something that they had seen much closer. "No wonder the Saortian king has the guts to challenge Noartias and Eastias at the same time. He has found someon

It was from the owner of the underground fighting arena. There’s a match tonight. Are you in? The prize money is good. I’ll give you a bonus if you knock everyone out. You’ll be fighting as my representative. Bastian’s eyes lit up. “Good prize money” meant a significant amount. Enough to save his workshop, at least for now. Before he was pulled fully into a world that was not his. “Who’s that?” Renee asked, pointing at his phone screen, unable to see the sender or the message clearly.

A figure was hit by a punch, plunging toward the ground in a mighty smash and making the ground crack. Kayson stepped on the defeated man and looked at Master Meyer. Master Meyer and the others were stunned. They couldn’t believe what had just transpired. They had only seen Kayson lift his arm, and in a second, he had already defeated the fighter. When Master Meyer sensed the aura exuded by Kayson, his expression changed. “You are a grandmaster-level fighter too?” He raised his voice by a few octaves and shouted. It was rare to see a young grandmaster-level fighter these days. They might come across one or two in Eastsea or Metrocity, but it was still very rare.

The Golden Core in his body was a potential crisis. However, he also felt a surge of heroism and confidence for the future. He began mobilizing his internal power, cultivating around the Golden Core. Without a clear method, he still tried to strengthen the Golden Core. After about two hours, his phone rang, and Kiran opened his eyes. It was Ailes calling. Kiran answered, and Ailes spoke respectfully, “Young Master York! The fifth-ranked of the top five Western fighters, Dessler, is challenging you in three days.”

Still holding Michelle’s hand, Alex took a glance at the bald guy. His eyes were stern and cold as the winter’s snow. The Pattingson family thought that he was just bluffing. Fighters would normally have very strong auras emanating from their bodies, especially skilled ones. Highly skilled fighters had such immense auras that every slight move they made were intimidating. However, Alex didn’t have any of these characteristics, he just looked like a weak scholar, a pale-skinned wimp.

Dick chuckled and said, “You may choose first.” The remaining four highly-skilled master fighters looked at each other then a middle-aged man dressed in a white martial arts uniform with a sun tattooed on his back walked out. He smiled and said, “Since everyone is not in a rush to choose, I, Yuri Ward shall make a start then.” He was a Tier-1 master fighter whose figure was not considered burly. In fact, one could even describe him as being short and stout but his eyes were especially energized and his temples bulged out high. One could tell that he was a highly-skilled fighter at one glance.

Soon fight starts between two components, I don’t know them personally they are pack members, but from the look, I can say own is looking more confident and well trained for years from the way he is douching his components attack and launching his bows. After almost half an hour one opponent accepts his defeat as not in a condition to fight anymore, but I must say he did his best as staying half an hour in a front of the well-trained fighter is not an easy job. People's cheering up shouting at their favorite fighter’s win, look like he is quite famous in their pack. Well in looks he is as Good as in fighting, 6 feet tall frame towing over some of his fellow fighters, dark ash hair tied in a

Rancho grinned proudly. "Can you afford it?" He laughed out like a maniac. "Just kidding. Of course, you can buy me and sell me for grains..." Egon just stared at him till he was done with his nonsense. If he wasn't his cousin, then he would have been long gone. Rancho led him to his office and showed him the data of his fighters. "These are class A fighters..." He changed the screen to show him all. "What is that category?" Egon pointed at the data of one fighter. He noticed how visibly Rancho's facial expressions changed.

The huge black braids of Tucker swung wildly as they grappled with each other. The bright red hair of Huxley was matched by a fiesta of freckles covering every inch of shining muscle. Both were huge, as big as any Beta Warrior we trained back home at White Forest. Nearing seven feet tall Huxley's long, sprawling reach enabled him to punch frequently. However Tucker’s blows packed venom. Finally, blood pouring from both noses, bruises forming around ribs Huxley dropped for just long enough for the referee to call time. Thankfully Finn was next. His opponent was a fighter named Easton. Their difference in size was incredible. Finn towered over him having both the height and build. Easton only