The Boxer Webtoon Characters Novels & Stories

Apollo just shook his head because he didn't know what Esteban had eaten or why he would fight tonight. The bell rang, and the game began. The boxer looked at Esteban wearing a mask with a smile on his face, and said, "Dude, be careful, my fists are no joke. You have to say two nice things for me." Esteban smiled without saying a word, and hooked his finger on the boxer. The boxer's face turned evil, his legs strained. He wandered until Esteban lived there. Esteban slightly dodged a blow. The boxer's force was too strong, and he couldn't recover the hand that punched, and passed Esteban.

he said and started to laugh along with his minions as if he had cracked a massive joke. "It's not that I am quite young, it's you guys who look quite old. tsk, tsk, you guys should be college seniors, not high school's." the new guy said without any emotions on his face. The guy with that cocky smile raised his eyebrows, gritting his teeth in anger. "You... You newcomer. Do you know who I am? I am Drake. The number one boxer of this school. You dare to mess with me." he landed his fist on the desk with anger building inside of him but the new guy did not even flinch or even blinked.

The boxer’s attack was a little hard to take in by Kirin; he suddenly raised his hand and pleaded, “Stop...Stop!” Subconsciously, that boxer stopped and stared at Kirin, flabbergasted. “You are not bad yourself. Go and get your money.” Kirin said. The boxer nodded hastily, “Thank you, thank you, Mr. Summers.” After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the octagonal cage. Yet, when the boxer turned around, Kirin suddenly sprang up like a monkey and wrapped his hands around the boxer’s neck. Instantly, the boxer was suffocated, and he kept struggling hard to break free.

I sighed. He stared at me. "I wish I could turn back time and break the bastard......who is he?" He asked. I chuckled. "Ian," I replied. "I'm gonna hit him so hard that he'll call his mommy a dog," he mumbled. He sounds so serious. "He's a boxer," I smiled. He gasped. "He'll literally pound to a plumb," I chuckled. He pouted. "I could," he pouted. I smiled and held his hand. He looked down at me.

I moistened my lips and stretched my arms out in front of me. I faced 'Boxer'. My dress hugged my curves, and my heels clicked against the floor. I was ready to have fun taking down this guy who looked like a wannabe model. 'Boxer' made the first move, charging at me. The ground shook with each of his heavy steps. What did this fucker eat? I didn’t move at first, only dodging when he swung a punch at me. I escaped his hits. He tried to grab my legs, but I was faster and hit him in the side instead. A loud crack echoed as I possibly broke a rib.

"I suggest you stop thinking about her already. She can break your bones if you mess with her." "Wait," he drops flat on his stomach, his horrified eyes on me. "That boxer is her father?" "Of course, he is," I throw a towel at him. "Can't you tell by the similar enthusiasm and that predatory look in their hazel eyes?" "Hell yeah," he mumbles, cleaning sweat off his forehead. His gaze is fixed at Sasha and I have to control my chuckle at his helplessness. "So, I suggest you better be careful. Besides, these one-sided crushes are tough," I pat with sympathy on his back.

The boxer chuckled, wondering if Mama Sarah is stupid or what, to attack his body that can't be harmed with a pillar of a block, with her frail leg. Bang! The kick connected to his leg, his eyes widened in horror, and the pain made his head buzz. With another kick, he was forced onto his knees before Mama Sarah “this is much better, I can now see your face properly” Mama Sarah commented. The boxer nearly burst a vein, he blinked his eyes in disbelief, Mama Sarah didn't bother with him, she turned to Boss Cool. “Time to train” she snapped him out of his illusion. He swallowed nervously and started nagging “I would rather not train anymore, I love my size” waving his hands in panic.

This boxing match was truly thrilling. "He's going to lose. The man in blue is completely wiped out," someone quipped. The red boxer was a Mostovian man, Andrew Johnson. He was about six feet and two inches tall. The man in blue was a Cryonian man, Leonard Wales, who was around five feet and a half. Andrew said with a smug expression, "You're a loser!" He had moved from Mostovia to Cryona for some time. Yet, the Cryonian boxers were all weaklings to him. There was no one in Cryona who could match him.

When the cries of that man went louder, I was certain that he had lost his bones. Initially the other men of his group who were still confronting Daniel on the floor intended to attack Daniel but one look from Daniel shattered their every inches of courage. Daniel shot up his eyes to cast a look at them smugly. His lips continued outstretching smugly when he disclosed his information with pride, " Opps hons! I forgot to inform you all in advance that I am a professional boxer."

He looked pissed, shoulders up, fists already balled. The boxer turned, still holding that finishing punch back. “Mind your own business, kid.” “Mind my own? That’s my teammate…. Well, low key rival but we're from the same school and you’re beating the shit out of him ,” Jax snapped, stepping between us fast. “Walk away or we got a problem.” The boxer laughed once, short and mean. “You want some too? Fine.” And then they went at it. Jax threw first, solid right that caught the guy on the jaw same place I’d hit earlier. The boxer fired back quickly, but Jax ducked and came up with a left that landed clean.