The Man With The Iron Fist 2 Novels & Stories

It was even more violent than Muay Thai. Bancha thought his little trick was successful. His right hand clenched and smashed heavily on Lei Bao's fist. He was called Iron Fist Arhat because his strength was all on the fist. He could crush pillars and bending steels. Therefore, he was sure this punch would shatter Lei Bao's fist and disable him.

I replied. His smile twitched. Behind him, some of his men were already dropping. Loud shots. Clean kills. My men were working. “Second time now,” I continued. “You escape.” I tilted my head slightly. “How about you stay this time?” His smile disappeared. There it is. “Be a man,” I said coldly. “Finish it.” A beat passed before… He moved. Fast. So did I. We collided in the center of the factory like two forces meeting head-on. His fist came first. I blocked. Countered. Bone met bone with a crack that echoed through the space. No restraint. No technique. Just raw, brutal power.

I find myself bound, my wrists shackled with iron chains that dig into my flesh, restricting any attempt to break free. The Krypts, with their sinister grins and eyes filled with sadistic pleasure, surround me. Their presence alone is suffocating, their intentions clear. They revel in my suffering, taking pleasure in the torment they inflict upon me. I steel myself, drawing upon the resilience that lies deep within my being, refusing to let them break my spirit.

I am snapping after the hands, but finding no way out. The man has a hard hold on me. A last punch against my ribs makes me howl in pain. But the hit also makes me focused. I manage to rip myself free and jump to my feet, Holding onto the black eyed devil, letting my powerful right fist smash into his face. Before the creep can react I grab his collar and send another hit into his face.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

She was very scared and all she could do was cry out for her mother. “You stupid kid!” The man with the injured arm raised his other hand to hit Molly but the man at the right stopped his hand in mid air. “What are you doing? The package needs to be clean. Your slap can ruin her pretty face. So watch it or we won't get the full payment.”

I had, after all, promised to tell them the secret of my betting. "I don't know. I just saw it. I thought he looked too well-trained," I said. "You know something about the Iron Fist?" I asked him. Raising his eyebrows, Julian asked, "What is it?" "He's heavy. When you're heavy, obviously you'll move slowly. And then there are those stupid gauntlets that he wears, thinking it's cool.” "Those are heavier and weigh down his punches," I continued, trying to explain my theory. "I mean..." Paul interrupted me, "But the gauntlets have helped the Iron Fist to take out so many. The guy's just fast."

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

The flesh around the arms were splattered as if it had been bombarded by canons and turned into minced meat. He was the legendary Hades Li of the Iron Fist! His fists were supposed to be so strong that it could shatter granite! Any human being’s body would have turned into mush in a single punch. On the contrary, why was it that Charlie’s punch seemed to make his Iron Fist look like tofu? A single punch from Charlie and the fight came to an end. Which one among the two was the real Iron Fist user?!