The Man With The Iron Fist 2 の小説・ストーリー

I take a breath, plant my feet down, and swing through an opening. She’s fast, but her feet drags, she lacks aim but has power, and she leaves her left side too fucking open. My fist connects to the flesh under her jaw with a sickening crack that seems to vibrate through the whole ring. Iron Fists’s head snaps back, her eyes roll inward, and she falls like a giant boulder. The silence is immediate and deafening. People leave their seats, and beyond the lights, I see the fat bastard’s face, white as a sheet.

I step forward and swing the pipe. The metal connects with his wrist. Bone cracks. He screams and falls back, clutching his arm. The second man charges me, no weapon, just fists and fury. I see the punch coming before he throws it. I duck and drive my elbow into his ribs. He doubles over, and I hit him again, this time in the back of the neck. He collapses to the floor and does not move. The scarred man stands slowly. He is larger than the others, taller, his body a wall of muscle and old scars. He does not look afraid. He looks angry.

Orders were being shouted. Before she could gather herself, the cell door slammed open. The noise made her flinch instinctively, her shoulders froze as fear surged through her again. For the first time, she saw him clearly. The man was heavily built, his body large and unbalanced. His face carried a permanent look of irritation, his eyes small and sharp. In his hand, he held a thick iron rod, gripping it like it belonged there. “Bitch, get out. Are you going to keep staring at me?”

"Roar!" After taking the elixir, he heard two demonic beast-like roars! Closely behind! The bodies of the two elders of the Iron Fist Academy began to change drastically. They were like wild beasts, and their bodies began to grow thick fur! Meanwhile! Their mouths began to reveal sharp fangs that emitted a sharp cold glint, causing one's heart to palpitate! At this very moment! The appearance of the two was almost the same as that of a gorilla!

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

The man subconsciously started to stand up, then stared at the iron bars above him without saying anything. The man's pupils shrank as the special iron was crushed by someone. To avoid the metal shards that were falling into his cell, the man stepped back a little and waited for the explosion to finally stop. The man remained calm when someone suddenly jumped down into his cramped cell. His golden eyes looked so cold, as he stared at another figure who had just entered his realm.

I say, standing in front of him while I heat up an iron rod with a designed piece on the part I'm heating. "Fuck you, man." he says, his face bleeding. I hand the rod to one of my guards and they continue to heat it as I pull up my sleeves. I punch him in the face, landing a hit on his cheek where I'd just cut him, then I uppercut him, making him bite half his tongue off, screaming in pain as he spits it out. He now talks weirdly, kind of like he has a strong lisp or something. "Where the fuck is my money, you son of a bitch."

Moving from the floor where I fell, the first man walked to me and yanked me by the shirt, intending to hit my back again. Swiftly and very fiercely, I gave him a single powerful punch in his nose. Straight away, he landed on the floor with blood all over his nose. Infuriated, the other man came after me with the iron in his hands, but I ducked and, instead, kicked him in between his legs. Yelling, he collapsed on the floor while the iron fell from him. Grabbing the iron, I walked to the first man and hit him in his ankle before removing the mask from their faces.

“No blood on your hands, right? Just a little ‘malfunction.’ Just enough to send her flying.” He drove the iron into the man’s shoulder. The scream that followed wasn’t human. The man thrashed violently, but Xandros held him steady, pressing down, skin burning, sizzling, smoking. “You thought you were clever,” he snarled. “No fingerprints. No trace. Just a cracked bracket. A loose latch. Just enough to take her away from me.” He let go, finally, the iron falling with a clatter. The man's chest was heaving, the stench of scorched flesh thick in the air.