Oriental Fighter Novels & Stories

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

' which was also the same way Orlan used to call me when we were still treating each other as enemies. "You all seem happy, and I'm the only one missing out on the fun., '' I said smiling, as I continued to close my distance between them. "We just had intense training, and fighting is what gives us joy." blade replied, as he messed up his brown long hair. He seems a little bit strange because staring at him one could tell that he's a fighter, which is strange. We are in the twenty-first century, so a young man like him needs to be attractive for a lady to admire him.

The floor we were going to work on arrived and we exited the elevator. — Can you roll Rachel for five minutes, please?— Just for me to go to the bathroom and try to improve my situation! Louis was ready to deny it. — By favoooor! He snorted, rolling his eyes. — An Amazonian jaguar four days without eating. — he repeated dramatically. — You're going to owe me a favor from the greats! I breathed a sigh of relief. — Whatever you want! — Come on, crazy!

His attention never wavered. I would give him something to look at today. With his voice echoing off the marble pillars, the herald declared, "Fighter Reya of Mooncrest versus Garon of Riverdale." Garon. I remembered him. With his big, vicious and unyielding personality, he was one of the most effective enforcers in Tristan's arsenal. An acrobat who had previously pulled me along by my hair while Tristan was instructing me. Upon entering the arena, he cracked his neck and smiled.

“It’s about to start.” I settled in my seat as I watched the first fighter come out; a tall olive man, ripped, dark hair and violent eyes. He was in animal patterned shorts as he stepped inside the ring. He went by the name Kong. His opponent however was slightly smaller in build, brown hair and trimmed facial hair. He was confident in himself and something told me he was going to be the winner tonight but I was uncertain because he was a new face; Cross and Kong was… a regular champion.

In his right hand, he carried the scythe and gathered chain of his kurasi-gama and, out of sight, he readied the flint and steel in the palm of his left glove. His opponent came in through another hole in the barriers, which he himself sealed after him. Again, Temujin marveled at the warrior’s height and build. He also took a mental note of Aki’s accurate assessment of the guy’s height. The fighter was older than him but not that much, Temujin guessed, but he was definitely the tallest in his village. Add to that the fact that among all the clans the Salamanders tended to have the shortest height, and the match was starting to look like Toryu (the first Slayer) versus the Ri-Tatu dragon, ins

The fight was without any suspense as he completely crushed his opponent. After some time, Alexis and Ethan also had their 3rd fight. They both fought against weaker opponents and won after putting in some effort. The main highlight of these recent fights was the Emperor’s 3rd fight, which he fought against Yue Fei. Yue Fei, the name sounded ridiculous but this guy this guy is also one of the best fighters on this ship. He came from a Chinese lineage, which explained his decision of using that as his ring name. Both he and the Emperor were ranked with 4 others together as the pinnacle gladiators on the whole ship.

The fighter absorbed a hit cleanly, redirected, came back with something precise and efficient that had nothing of sport in it and everything of someone who had learned this somewhere serious. I stared at the dragon tattoo. Isn’t that Asher?

The enemy whimpered and collapsed on the cobblestones. The fighter's movements were super-fast for the wolves too. He did two more. She looked at the guy and could not tear herself away, she had not seen warriors like him, of course, not counting her father. Only now I fully realized that Elian is real, he is no longer a fairy tale or fiction, as it seemed to me, and most importantly, not my imagination. Attention was attracted by Tom, the leader was slowly creeping up to the savior, taking advantage of the moment that the fighter was busy with the rest of the lugars. He is going to attack from the back, these creatures have no honor.

Rachel Hardy smiled without saying a word. Harvey York was playing tricks in the face of his enemies. This was a lot different compared to underhanded tactics. If Zoe Garcia were forced into limbo because of this, then that would be her problem. She was the one who got herself into the situation anyway. When fighters from both sides arrived, a member of the Far East Martial Arts Alliance stepped on the platform and announced the rules. Since there were eighteen top talents who came from India, Longmen could also have eighteen fighters in total.