Webtoon The Boxer Novels & Stories

The boxer’s attack was a little hard to take in by Kirin; he suddenly raised his hand and pleaded, “Stop...Stop!” Subconsciously, that boxer stopped and stared at Kirin, flabbergasted. “You are not bad yourself. Go and get your money.” Kirin said. The boxer nodded hastily, “Thank you, thank you, Mr. Summers.” After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the octagonal cage. Yet, when the boxer turned around, Kirin suddenly sprang up like a monkey and wrapped his hands around the boxer’s neck. Instantly, the boxer was suffocated, and he kept struggling hard to break free.

It occurs to me that this would be the only way I would ever be taller than him, this or I wear six inch heels. “Boxing??” Slowly his eyes break into a smile. “Yes. Are you interested in boxing?” Finding my seat again, I wipe the corner of my mouth, not sure I want to eat anymore. “I’ve always written action comics, with super powers and stuff. The one I’m currently working on has a boxer for a main character.” He nods slowly, eyes interested, making me want to spill about everything else. Nobody asides Court and my fans have ever been interested in my work.

Brown was as perplexed as every other person including Boxer. Boxer instincts began telling him to give up before it was too late. But before he could give it a thorough thought, Wolfe had already hit him in the face sending him sprawling. He was shocked, then he quickly stood up to fight back but, well, it all just became a one-sided fight. Boxer was punched and kicked and carried and tossed all around the ring without any chance to retaliate. He was sent sprawling times too many to count and spat bucketfuls of blood. And just when he thought he could not take anymore, Wolfe stopped and stepped back. The smile still on his face, encouraging him to to accept defeat.

All of them wondered who on earth was that, to command such power. … “Hahaha, that kid’s great! He did not disappoint, no siree!” boasted Boxer, enjoying a hearty meal with his comrades. Boxer’s laughter was insufferable, but no one dared retort. Beside him stood Yang, indifferent as always. Though, his annoyed expression gave hint that he was used to Boxer’s obnoxious laughter. “Oh, I heard about a boy from Starlight, Zephyr, he was pretty good too. It would seem that you owe him your life!” Boxer continued, “Who knew he had such power! It would seem he’ll be the one looking out for you after your enrollment!” Boxer laughed.

-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.

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

She knew exactly what she wanted and was ready to go after it. I pushed my chair back and stood, towering over her. I reached out to touch her face and she slapped my hand away. No woman had ever done that. Most could not resist me. "You know," I said, "if you scratch my back, I can scratch yours." She looked at me, confused. "What?" "I can get you into that tournament, but you will have to do something for me in return." "You are Drent Ardent. The richest and youngest boxer in the city. What could you possibly want from me?"

The boxer blocked most of it but one of Jax’s punches got through and the guy staggered. Then the boxer countered with a hook that Jax caught on his forearm instead of his face. I heard the crack, saw Jax’s face twist, but he didn’t stop. He kept swinging until the boxer finally backed up a step, shaking his head. “Enough,” the boxer said, spitting on the sidewalk. “Two against one ain’t my style. You kids have fun explaining those bruises tomorrow.” He turned and walked off like nothing happened, just another Tuesday for him. Jax stood there panting, holding his right hand against his chest like it hurt bad. “You okay?” he asked me, voice rough.

ME: B Card, one hour. I wasn’t officially a Flyer, but they would more than make an exception for this. I was thought of as Dozer's son and a wrong against me is a wrong against the entire pack. They know my story, they know how personal it is for me to help all the pups that come to the boxing ring and why.

He pulled it out and a velvet curtain of black ichor poured out of the puncture wound. With another, louder roar, he snapped off the spike. Blood (I’m guessing that’s what it was since it was blue and thin as water) spouted in a fountain, spraying wildly as Comfort roared in return. Cheng had fallen to the ground and stayed there. Mandy screamed for him to get up. In a movie, the boxer hits the mat and is seemingly out for the count until a loved one (a child, a wife, a trainer in a porkpie hat) begs him to get back on his feet. And they do. Then they go on to win the fight, somehow.