The Boxer Webtoon Characters Novels & Stories

"Then I'll start with her. I'll tear every one of these apart, page by page, and then we'll see how long it takes before you change your mind about that phone call. Maybe I'll let my boys have some fun with her first." My heart slammed against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay still. I leaned closer to Drent, my lips barely moving as I whispered, "I have an opening. The man on my left, his grip is loose. If I can get my hands free, I can take him down." Drent's eyes cut to me, something sharpening in them. "You're a boxer," he murmured back, just as quietly. "Can you fight? Really fight, right now?"

He has so many models at his disposal, he doesn't need to search anywhere. "I am not suicidal like you. She is Asher Morrison's wife. Don't you know that it's similar to courting death if we against that man? He is not only rich, but also a famous boxing champion during his college days. If not with his money, he can easy crush out skull's with his fists" Lance reminded Bryan. Asher used to be a boxing champion during his college days. A sport which he picked out of curiosity. By the end of his senior year, he became undefeated.

Connor said as he looked at Maxon scornfully. Nicko covered his face to hide his laugh, luckily Gavin wasn't there, maybe there would be a contest of 'whose have a big body part'. Jaxon returned to the room and pulled a boxer from the cupboard and carried it out. He gave the shorts to Fritz. “Put it on him,” Jaxon said as he walked away followed by Nick and the others. ***

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

The boxer came forward, slow, cocky, dragging his feet like she wasn’t even worth the effort. Elena’s breath came fast. Her heart thundered. He threw a lazy punch toward her face. She ducked. Missed. He laughed. “Cute,” he said. “But you’re in my world now, little girl.” Elena didn’t answer. She kept dodging. Kept moving. He threw another punch. She slid under it. Another. She ducked low, crawling between his legs. The men howled with laughter. Even the boxer chuckled, turning around. “You think you’re smart, huh?”

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT IN THE 5TH STREET SERIES "GIO" When tragedy strikes in the ring, Giovanni Bravo falls into a deep depression, walking away from his dream of boxing to train instead. He agrees to a two month get-away, helping train Felix Sanchez, his high school buddy and now welterweight champ of the world. Once at Felix's lavish boxing complex, he's reunited with Bianca Rubio, someone he remembers only as the girl with the innocent doe eyes back in high school. Her refreshing, cheerful demeanor not only takes Gio's mind off his troubled conscience, he finds himself falling for her fast and hard. The problem—Bianca is Felix's girlfriend.

Based on the fact that Kenneth could not even be considered an acquired fighter, he was on a completely different level from Zayn. “You’re dead, Rheasian! Perhaps you’re unaware of my identity because I’m a top boxer from Great Englaland and I was a gold championship belt holder in the past! How dare you insult my good friend Smith? Well, fool, now you’re doomed,” Kenneth declared with a malicious grin. Smith cheered him on, “Kenneth, bro, show this puny man a demonstration of your impressive power as the king of boxing.” “What? He is the king of boxing?” Annabelle was instantly shocked upon hearing that.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

Sheila laughed, not lifting a finger to stop them. "Bullet Fist!" The boxer roared, his arms surging with power, muscles bulging as he launched a rapid-fire barrage of punches. In an instant, he unleashed a flurry of blows. The sound of metal on metal echoed, yet Alexander stood unscathed. One had to wonder if the boxer's hands hurt. Breathless after his assault, the boxer had spent all his energy and could not press the attack. He was spent. "Skipped breakfast, have you? You can barely throw a punch," Alexander taunted, standing his ground.

Charles’s POV Soon after the game started, I felt very bored. I rolled my eyes and squinted at their game. Although the two boxers on the stage looked very imposing, their boxing skills were really very elementary. Billy fidgeted around me. "This game sucks, right?" I asked him. Billy tugged at his hair and yelled, "Oh my God! They're nothing compared to our pack warriors! I feel like we paid for a children's game!" As soon as he finished, one fighter punched the other, and the rogue, who had failed, crashed into the guardrail, bounced back into the ring and passed out.