The Boxer Webtoon Yu Novels & Stories

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

And just then, the door of my room was swung open, and I could clearly hear Lucy's footsteps approaching right behind me fiercely. “Who owns this?” I heard her stern voice from behind. I slowly turned to her face and faked a surprised expression. In her hand was a blue boxer. I gasped quietly, seeing that. The anger in her eyes was clearly visible, even though she tried all she could to hide it behind her plain expression. “Oh my, where did you get this from?” I gasped and quickly took it from her. The boxer belongs to Liam; Lucy must have recognized that at a glance.

It was an opening move, not an attempt to skewer me. "Damn it, you cowards," Yasmin snarled. "Give him a weapon." No one did. They didn't care for an outsider's opinion of their bravery. I fought as best I could with my natural talents. Boxing allowed me to take a beating, especially someone in my weight class. Jujutsu helped me fight prone as well as quickly getting back on my feet.

I look like a person dodging flies and other insect and not doing shadow boxing at all. I might be the next Mujahed Abby If I practice harder. "Who's Mujahed Abby Love?" He read my mind. He is really a werewolf I am still fighting my imaginary opponent. When Gideon ask. This fudger tried a right hook but I dodge. Take that motherfudger! "The boxer." "That's Muhammad Ali Love." "Same thing." I stop. Standing up straight I look at Gideon and smiled sheepishly. "Done?" I shrugged my shoulders.

“Doesn’t your mouth get tired from yammering that much?” Guy was miffed. He had come here to avenge his mate—not to stand and get dissed by some brat! Clenching his fists in rage, he bristled, “Fine, then! I’ll let my knuckles do all the talking from now on—the same knuckles who made Guy Metz the indisputable boxing champion of all six states of East Chinea! Get a mouthful of this!” He raised his fists and assumed a stance before his entire bravado crumbled, his knees buckling to cover his manhood. His hands had moved to cover it too.

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.

The countdown was to ten, Xayne watched the Referee stare at her again and again while the blonde moved around with each step of confidence and victory. All that the brunette heard was the echoing bell sound of the bell mixed with the loud cheer of the spectators. "Jenna! Jenna!".They hailed as she raised her fist up in victory. The medical team entered into the ring with a stretcher and put her on the it. She groaned softly closing her eyes and they carried her out. That was Xayne Cruz, The eighteen year old boxer who is hell bent on winning at least one match but that is always impossible. "I warned you to reduce your aggression in the ring?". A Man said following after the team who droppe

protested the cute boy, bravely defending me. "Beautiful? Ha! You must be blind, kid," scoffed Big Boy 1. "Maybe you need to see a doctor." As they bickered, I just sat there, feeling grateful for the cute boy's bravery. He may have been small like me, but he had a big heart. But then, suddenly, the big boys lunged forward and slapped the cute boy across the face. He fell to the ground next to me, and the big boys laughed as they walked away.

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.