Spongebob Karate Novels & Stories

His breath touches my ear lobe, giving me an irritational vibe. The disgusting sense of what he's about conducting gets the better of my brain cell; without much calculation, I fold my hand in a punch and instantly throw it very hand on his lower abdomen. He winces rapidly in pain. Hmmm, nine years of me and my sister and training with Signor Lucio, the karate master, since our kid age, without our father's consent, wasn't a waste. Today, it comes in handy. He gives me the death stare. —This woman.

Noah is gonna be happy to hear her name "Did you go for any special training, you know like karate or so?" "I’m a karate black belt," I say fanning my fingernails. If there is something that makes me over the moon then it’s gotta be being a karate black belt. "Cool, I will like to know more. You know one time, I almost beat down a karate instructor." "Really?" "Yeah, he is fucking annoying and always bugs me around, calling me names so one time I decided to finally end things and I went down on him."

And in a matter of seconds, the entire weapon was reduced to ashes in an instant. "Damn it! I haven't lost yet, Seahorse changes! Sea tornado attack," the man's figure transformed into a giant blue seahorse. With an angry roar, he unleashed his strongest attack in order to defeat Xiao Chen in the sparring match. "Too weak!" BOOOOOMMM...

Gregor bent on challenging Karim's authority, concurred, and threw away his sword. As the sparring began, Gregor danced around Karim, avoiding direct confrontation. Instead, he used his agility to launch well-timed attacks and create openings for counterattacks. Karim, though initially caught off guard, quickly adapted to Gregor's tactics, countering with sweeping strikes and brute force. In no time, he was beating Gregor to a pulp.

What shocked Chad the most was that Morgan created a gust of wind with his pocket knife. People without a basic understanding of martial arts would not be able to do that. Morgan continued to speak in Yondu's voice. "Let me introduce you to Yondu Hinata, a top-class sorcerer from Neuf Chrys Club, a Karate Black Belt Grandmaster!" Morgan suddenly punched his fist and charged at Chad. When Chad dodged sideways, Morgan kicked his lower abdomen, smashing him against the wall.

Punching them straight across their face, I kicked the guy who called me bitch. They all lay on the ground, groaning in pain. “Who the fuck are you?” One of them asked, clenching his stomach. “Karate and Taekwondo blackbelt.” I smiled, releasing my hair from the pony. “And if I ever see you all bullying him, I swear I won’t spare a single bone in your body.” I added.

He asks with mischievousness in his eyes. I took karate when I was a kid, but nothing since. I do feel a little out of my element with this, but after witnessing the battle last night, self-defense might not be a bad idea. I am a professional athlete. How hard can it be? I look over at Bruno and I’m really not liking the look he has in his eyes.

And without a book under his arm, which was both surprising and a little disconcerting. “Sure,” I said, gesturing for him to come over. “What do you want to work on?” “Everything.” He managed a small smile. “I’m terrible at all of it.” “You’re not terrible. You just need practice.” I handed him a pair of gloves. “Come on. Let’s start with defensive stances.” We spent the next hour going through the basics. Karl was a quick learner, which came as no surprise given his special ability. He watched carefully when I demonstrated a movement, then mimicked it with near-perfect accuracy.

On her left breast was a badge emblazoned in red and gold which proclaimed ‘Shotokan Karate’. After peeling on white socks and lacing her trainers, Karen picked up a tote bag and left the apartment. In a few moments she was cycling through the streets towards the sports centre. This had been the major backdrop for much of her life at college. Here she had practised karate three times a week, played badminton, pumped iron and swum. A fitness fanatic? Hardly. One of the prime instigators of her interest had been the man under whose direction she would train tonight - her sensei.

Dante is waiting for me next to a punching bag along with his Beta Kevin. "Alright, we are first going to get you started with learning how to punch and a few basic kicks. Hopefully. By next week you will be ready to start some light sparring." Dante begins. After about half an hour of punching the punching bag. My movements are getting much easier. When he is content that I can punch someone without breaking a finger we move onto something bigger. Soon, I am learning to do round kicks, front kicks and side kicks. It feels like i have been at it forever when Dante finally stops me.