The Boxer Webtoon Characters Novels & Stories

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.

Jaxson complimented. “Thanks. Are you an a-actor?” “And what happened to your face. Did someone hit you?” he asked worriedly seeing the light scars. “No I am not an actor and I am a professional boxer. These scars I got in yesterday match.” “Is it?” Noah surprised. “Yes, do you know what’s boxing?” “Yeah, I know. My mom told me a-about that. Two people threw punches at each other and who’s strong will win.” “Is it too t-tough to play those sports?” Noah questioned.

said Sky standing up angrily while glaring at Liam but Mark pulled his hand to make him sit on his place again. Liam was beaten badly by Sky in the last boxing tournament when Liam teased him to enter the boxing championship. At that time, Liam was the boxing champion for three years straight. Sky was really powerful from the start but he never wanted to enter such competition as it might hurt his handsome face. After Liam’s teasing, he decided to join the championship and defeated Liam. Hence, Sky was declared as the new champion of the boxing ring. “Sky, the point!” said Luke angrily. After getting a deadly look from Luke again, Sky decided not to delay the story and started speaking right

ME: B Card, one hour. I wasn’t officially a Flyer, but they would more than make an exception for this. I was thought of as Dozer's son and a wrong against me is a wrong against the entire pack. They know my story, they know how personal it is for me to help all the pups that come to the boxing ring and why.

He pulled it out and a velvet curtain of black ichor poured out of the puncture wound. With another, louder roar, he snapped off the spike. Blood (I’m guessing that’s what it was since it was blue and thin as water) spouted in a fountain, spraying wildly as Comfort roared in return. Cheng had fallen to the ground and stayed there. Mandy screamed for him to get up. In a movie, the boxer hits the mat and is seemingly out for the count until a loved one (a child, a wife, a trainer in a porkpie hat) begs him to get back on his feet. And they do. Then they go on to win the fight, somehow.

I'm irritated that Tayron didn't inform me in the first place. I winced, looking at Tayron and Beta, who was fighting seriously. Gamma was the referee, and he wanted to stop their boxing duel several times. Tayron and Beta are like professional boxers. The mate mark in the crook of my neck throbs every time Tayron gets hit, and of course, Beta Viola is just like me. Their strengths are balanced, and since yesterday the results have been a draw. They fight not to find who is the strongest; they just want to train their physical strength.

He was habitual of having fights and arguments. Dominic and Damien now studying in the crossword university. Damien still missed his sister. His father Mr. Black was preparing his son Damien; as a one more weapon against the Dominic and the Knight family to drop them off in the building estates. The 2 years passed like this. Damien started to play boxing really well but he hadn’t fought a boxing match with Dominic yet. Dominic literally quit his boxing. Damien was winning the title of boxing champion of the university for the last 2 years. He was too happy and proud of himself that he had performed really well then Dominic.

Brown was as perplexed as every other person including Boxer. Boxer instincts began telling him to give up before it was too late. But before he could give it a thorough thought, Wolfe had already hit him in the face sending him sprawling. He was shocked, then he quickly stood up to fight back but, well, it all just became a one-sided fight. Boxer was punched and kicked and carried and tossed all around the ring without any chance to retaliate. He was sent sprawling times too many to count and spat bucketfuls of blood. And just when he thought he could not take anymore, Wolfe stopped and stepped back. The smile still on his face, encouraging him to to accept defeat.

"Rina darling, you will fight with Reiner over here. If you win, you can stay here for as long as you want." Cassarina looked her opponent up and down. He was a caramel skinned man. He was all muscle and veins. To an extent, he reminded her of Dwayne Johnson. This boy, Reiner, was also scrutinizing her. He however wasn't examining her as an opponent, he looked at her more like a bedding mate. The girl threw him a dirty 'get away from me' look. "Since both of the boxers are here already, why don't we start?" one of the robed men stated. This one had a long scar across his face from top to bottom. "The spectators are not here yet but we can't postpone this any longer for them."

The boxers I faced had all gone down within three moves, a situation I had never encountered in my boxing career. "Hey, what's the big deal? It just means you got lucky and ran into a bunch of rookies." "Is that really the case? I still feel something's off," I said, frowning. "You’re overthinking it. The organizer of this boxing match is Dominic Blackwood. Do you really think that jerk is worried about you getting hurt and arranged for a bunch of rookies to fight you?" I considered this for a moment. It made sense; Dominic would love to see me get knocked around, so why would he be so kind?