The Boxer Webtoon Novels & Stories

A few remaining hangers collapsed around him, trapping him. Then he stood up and shook himself prior to actually swinging back to face me. He raced at me again, and I struck, but the bat went high, and the dog slammed into my chest, slamming me to the ground and throwing my bat bounding around across the store being out of range. But I don't have time to think about that since his bloody breathing is in my face, signifying that I'm going to die. I trembled as the boxer bared his sharp fangs and teeth in a loud snarl. In the space of a few milliseconds, a slew of feelings rushes through my thoughts, including dread, wrath, powerlessness, misery, and, curiously, relief.

Courtney stands on the other side of the bag that I hit with a smile on her lips. "Do you need something?" I asked panting and without stopping my fists against the bag. Maybe I've never been a boxer, I haven't even hit anyone, but I liked to see fights, a dark and strange that I hid in the bottom of me, I was entertained by the fights, to see conflict and yes, I learned by looking. — I just want to meet you — he hands me some boxing gloves that he had on his hands. He helps me put them on. You are angry?

Who would send him the box? He signed for it and looked at the sender. There was his father’s name. Before he could understand and think about how it could be, two big men came in and shoved him inside. Adi lost his balance and fell down, still clutching the box. “Give me the box,” shouted one of them, while the other came towards Adi, his hands extended to snatch the box. "Jacky, attack," commanded Adi. Out of nowhere, Jacky ran in and bit the man’s hand. As he held his bleeding hand, crying in pain, Jacky fell on the other one, his full weight made the burly man stumble and lose his balance.

No, I didn't completely lose feelings for Leornado but I tried to push them at the back of my mind. I punched the red punching bag with a load of force angrily. My boxing trainer came up to me with a smile. His brown curly hair fell right above his eyes, and a scar on his cheek. He brushed back his hair from his eyes revealing his soft brown eyes. His arms were bulky and long tucked in his pockets as he approached me.