Rock Lee Fighting Style Novels & Stories

Then, as if to demonstrate, he darted forwards, gloved arm thrusting out, and the fight truly began. Cristie fought with punches, japs and kicks, jumping back and forth, while Revon mostly dodged her, slighted her, and tried to get the occasional hit. Because he wasn’t bigger in size, his fighting style depended on speed and agility, and hitting the opponent where it hurt the most with the least effort. Which meant he mostly targeted bony areas of the body and pressure points. With Cristie, he was very, very restrained. Honestly, throughout the fight, he mostly moved away from her path and tried to hit her where she would hurt the least and didn’t use any of the dirty tricks he’d once given

The world seemed to narrow around them, the distant hum of the neighbourhood fading into the background. No crowd. No loud commentary. Just the whisper of the wind and the crunch of grass underfoot. Roy’s mind wandered for a brief second; he realised how rare it was to fight like this, stripped down to the basics. No gimmicks. No supernatural edges. Just fists, feet, and instinct. Kieran bent his knees slightly, hands up, eyes locked on Roy’s. Roy mirrored the stance, relaxed but ready, his weight evenly distributed. Then, without another word, they lunged.

she scoffed. Elio had been training in martial arts since he was a kid, learning from a master. He knew his stuff and recognized the moves right away. Surprised, he shifted into Mystical Pure Technique, his moves graceful and sharp. The Mystical Pure Technique was from Wuldeen Boxing, and it was all about balance—combining spiritual, internal, and external strength into one powerful force. Bang! Bang! Bang! The two young fighters exchanged punches and kicks, their battle as thrilling as a movie scene.

“Okay. Ivy, I need you to stay open-minded about what I’m going to tell you, alright?” “Okay.” I agree with no hesitation. “I’m an underground fighter. – I frown in confusion at this, so Lia clarifies – I fight illegally for money.” I gape at her in shock for about… 3 seconds before jumping in excitement. “OH GOD! THAT’S HOW YOU FIGHT SO WELL! THAT’S SO COOL!!! Can you teach me how to fight? What’s your style? Boxing? Judo? Muay Thai? Kung Fu? Karate? Can I see you fight? Please, can I see?” I jump like a kid on a high then give her my best pleading look – the irresistible puppy eyes.

"You. What's your name again?" "Leo," I managed. Stars danced at the edges of my vision. "Leo." Kael stepped closer, studying me with that unnerving intensity. "You fight dirty." "I fight to survive." "Smart." He circled me slowly, like he had before. "Your form is sloppy. Your stance is weak. You rely too much on speed and not enough on power." He stopped in front of me. "But you think. You adapt. And you don't quit even when you should."

I nod to Bobby who lunges at Finn’s unprotected side. They both roll, but his reaction skills are unmatched. The problem is his fighting technique is crude at best, but their stamina is off the charts good. It’s easy to see these rogues are self taught, using whatever they have available to them at the moment. I have been able to break many bad habits, but for some reason the rookie is holding on to them like it’s his only job in life. “No! Again! Jameson, you’re up.” I shout to a warrior waiting in the periphery.

The challenger attacked again, but Leonard, though slightly disadvantaged by the difference in physical strength, remained composed. A skilled fighter, Leonard excelled at reading his opponent's moves, crafting strategies that allowed him to incapacitate them efficiently, often without expending too much energy. His versatility in combat-whether armed or unarmed-was unmatched, and very few were aware of his vulnerabilities. Those who had discovered them rarely lived to tell the tale.

Lily seamlessly transitioned from palm strikes to knee strikes and then to powerful kicks aimed at Jake's lower body, every movement deliberate, every strike fuelled by her fierce determination. Jake, a seasoned warrior, swiftly adapted. His senses keenly attuned, he predicted Lily's next move. As her knee came hurtling towards him, he sidestepped with agile grace, evading the strike. Adjusting his stance, he deftly maneuvered his right foot to intercept her incoming kicks, his grip on her arm unyielding. In a blink, he launched a counter-attack, his free hand aiming for a quick and forceful strike.

His combat power level could indeed reach the third tier. However, the corresponding cost would be at least a severe injury. Many of the martial artist's secret techniques involve explosive methods like 【Blood Rage】【Cellular Liberation】【Qi Explosion】, etc. But these techniques are all extremely damaging to the body. Using them even once could keep you bedridden for half a year—not just a figure of speech. Thus, Logo’s normal combat power level would likely fall between 120 and 130, which was typical for a second-tier extraordinary. This was already impressive.

In the case of unarmed close combat, this space was just enough. Leo was confident that he could hold off both Big Ken and Gunner Young. Now that he only had to face Big Ken alone, he became even more self-assured. He simply warmed up his wrists and ankles, then went on the makeshift “fighting ring” and stood there with an invincible stance. He said to Big Ken, "I know that you have brute force, but fighting’s a technical job. Strength alone won’t be of any use except for acting. Today, I'll show you the art of fighting!"