The Boxer Webtoon Novels & Stories

I lacked everything, and by the time I was getting out of the ring, I was sure I had broken a few bones. This isn't the typical boxing club that people go to. This is a werewolves-only boxing club, and it's even more intense, more guttural, and requires you to hold your own, or it will be handed to you as you crawl away. “Didn’t think I would see you again,” Travis goes on as he hands me bandages to wrap my hands with. “Well, I never said I was quitting. I don’t try to be nice or even more welcoming. I am feeling tense, my mood ruined by my mother showing up unannounced, so yes, I am not feeling friendly.

I plead, but recieve no reply, and simply get pushed down on the sofa in the living room, in front of the television. Amber looks at Liam and lets out a deep breath. "Okay, you feeling okay, Soph? Everything fine?" she asks and I groan. "Just tell me." I demand and she nods, moving to the side, and then turns on the television. Axel. On BBC, there's a picture of Axel, leaving a building that looks a lot like a gym, and there's writing that says:"NEW CHAMPION: MEET THE BOXER WHO HAS BEATEN THE BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!"

Zephyr met his attack with Draken, causing a great metal ring to echo. The two of them were sent back by a few steps, before coming back to blows again. “This guy’s trouble! He’s good, too good!” Boxer said, wide-eyed as he observed the battle. Even he knew he did not have the strength to contend with the four Masters, and he was an Agile of level three! Although it was but a level’s difference, the actual difference in power was night and day. Boxer did not have confidence in winning should he engage any of the Masters.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

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.

But in their absence, I would swiftly hand over my possessions whenever Taylor demanded them. This situation led me to join a gym during my teenage years. It all began after watching a TV interview with a famous boxer who shared that he initially learned boxing as a way to defend himself against bullies at school. Through consistent workouts in the gym, he eventually pursued a career as a professional boxer. I didn't aspire to become a boxer, but I wanted to be able to defend myself when I was alone. One statement from the boxer resonated with me. He said, "These kids were the same size and height as me, but the only difference was that they had muscles, which gave them stamina. They took ad

and Mom's cries and the lustful gaze of the one who was holding her didn't help me either. I was a brown belt in karate-boxing...I was determined to defend mum and me. I was preparing to charge when I received a shock in the back that took my breath away...and the man in front of me took the opportunity to punch me. In the lower abdomen ending to finish me off. -It's obvious that this kid is boxing and you stupid fools tell her a little flirtation. Said the owner of the voice that knocked me out There was a fourth! There was a fourth and I hadn't even noticed it.

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.

"You want me to bow down? Who do you think you are? I can smell the plebby smell on your body even though I am this far from you." Alexander smiled coldly and cussed at Brother Cain. "What the f*ck, is this guy’s brain broken? He dares to swear at Brother Cain?" "Yeah, Brother Cain is the boss of the Zero-Degree Bar after all. Everyone who crossed him is now disabled." "Rumor says, Brother Biao won second place in a boxing competition. His fist has the force of 100kg." People around them were all discussing and looked at Alexander with eyes of ridicule. In their eyes, if they crossed Brother Cain, then they would not have a good ending. This crazy guy, even if he didn’t die, he would lose a

he stripped off his turtle neck and coat then wear the gloves on his hands. "The Three monsters are here,!" the referee said while lifting up Their hands. he smirk when their opponents got inside the ring, and they are six with Their muscular body while nearing at them. he just gives them an evil smirk before the boxing team battle begin. he quickly moved to avoid the heavy fist of his enemy who are trying to attack him. He was bent punch on his side, added punched his jaw countless times, that he didn't even give him a chance to recover and was fall on the floor,