Novel & Cerita Rock Lee Fighting Style

) Mike clasp his hands together as he readies his stance preparing himself in combat. Leo already left and he is already at the front line doing much damage as possible to the enemies. He was afraid earlier but this time he feels powerful like something like an energy of strength is possessing him. "URAAAHHH!!" (How is that!? You just got me last time because you surprised me but that will be last time as you are gonna get your bones crushed by me!) Leo changed his style from clean fast kicks and punches to pure all-out strength kicks and punches. He did not use it when he fought Mike as he knew just by watching him that Mike can catch up to his moves so he only uses speed back then.

“Forward foot. You’re basically telling me your next move. Every heavy strike makes you tired.” Ryke growled, adrenaline surging. “Again.” They circled, blades flashing under the moon. The fight intensified. Ryke pushed harder, using his superior strength and reach, but Liera danced around him, exploiting every opening his stance created. She was winning. Not by brute force, but by precision and agility. Each time he overcommitted, she punished him with quick, stinging taps. Sweat poured down his back. His muscles burned. But something else was building. A strange heat low in his belly, a pull that had nothing to do with the fight.

15 minutes had passed quickly. Li Lan had already pushed Exceedingly Beautiful Fade-like Palm Technique to its limit. His every hit would leave a jade-colored palm print in the air. It would last some minutes and as it moved forward, it would shatter Chen Qidong's clothes and hair. The palm wind was extremely horrible like a sharp weapon. Chen Qidong had been using his body moves to avoid attacks from the beginning.

“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.

"Meaning?" "Meaning your power isn't in how hard you strike," she said, watching him closely. "It's how fast your mind processes distance. You beat Roman because you dissected his footwork in thirty seconds and spent the rest of the fight punishing his rhythm. The blade was just an extension. Distance was your actual weapon." Kuro’s hands twitched slightly at his sides, his stance shifting just a fraction of an inch. "Your family's style," Astra continued, "demands heavy, crushing strikes. It was built for a heavy frame and brute cultivation. It doesn't fit you."

Whatever it was, a sense of dread settled over him. The man darted forward on an angle toward Logan's left. Shit. Kali Eskrima. Logan moved quickly in the direction his attacker had come from. There was a dark bit of shadow between the door and a standing wardrobe where he'd no doubt hidden to take Dixon unaware. "I don't want to do this," Logan said. Kali Eskrima was a Filipino martial art that focused on using weapons, even improvised one's like a rolled-up magazine, chair legs, anything. It was brutal and deadly.

Tremendous power gathered on their fists and noises that resembled the rumbling of thunder could be heard as they charged at Leon. The Rumbling Strike was a technique that the Western Boss taught them and it was extremely powerful. Since they were already at an advantage, they should be able to take Leon down with the Rumbling Strike's power and end the fight immediately. Baam! Baam! Not daring to lose focus, Leon launched two Earthly Plunder with both his hands to fend off the Rumbling Strike from two apostles. He then executed the Phantom Steps to dodge the attacks from the other two apostles.

Arielle exhaled deeply, a breath of silence. Then, He moved. A strike came from the left. Arielle spun, her arm coming up to block smoothly. From below, a sweep. She jumped, her movements fluid. From the front, a thrust. She arched backward, the weapon slicing through the air inches from her face. Her breathing stayed steady. Her body felt more aware, humming with the power that had been waking up inside her. Leo moved faster, his attacks becoming unpredictable. But she adjusted. Countered. Predicted.

He was determined to chop the man up into mincemeat with his axes and make an example of him. Leeks felt a little afraid when he saw the massive man. However, he had already gotten involved in the fight. There was no backing out now. He channeled the Bodhi Steel Technique in full, and the golden light on him glowed brighter. As the enemy's axes fell, Leeks used the sword in his hand to meet the attack. His sword looked like a weak pole in comparison. Anyone watching the fight would feel sorry for Leeks. It was equivalent to sending himself to his death.

Lexus strengthened all his senses that when he heard the hiss of the wind at his back, he knew someone was attacking him. Before Rolo, the Gama who attacked, could land his kick on Lexus’ back, Lexus already somersaulted and after his feet touched the ground, he gave Rolo’s back a strong roundhouse kick, hitting the side face of the Gama. Rolo fell down seeing some stars in the sky. Then the three remaining warriors simultaneously attacked Lexus but before they could hurt Lexus, the latter made a whirlpool round of kicks and thereafter his three remaining opponents all flew aside. Lexus never even sweat after the fight. It was an easy fight for him.