Webtoon The Boxer Novels & Stories

I plead, but recieve no reply, and simply get pushed down on the sofa in the living room, in front of the television. Amber looks at Liam and lets out a deep breath. "Okay, you feeling okay, Soph? Everything fine?" she asks and I groan. "Just tell me." I demand and she nods, moving to the side, and then turns on the television. Axel. On BBC, there's a picture of Axel, leaving a building that looks a lot like a gym, and there's writing that says:"NEW CHAMPION: MEET THE BOXER WHO HAS BEATEN THE BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!"

Sebby screams. I charge at the boxer. I’m smaller than him, and I weigh a whole lot less. But by getting low and diving at his knees, with the element of surprise on my side, I actually manage to knock him over. It helps that he trips over Sebby’s outstretched legs on his way down. He falls hard on the pier. I’m punching and pummeling every inch of him I can reach. With his good leg, Sebby rears back and kicks the boxer right in the face. I jump up and kick him several more times for good measure.

There was silence in the boxing arena. This part is just for the viewers to take a break from the tight and tense fight. Never before had the audience beaten the boxer and it was resolved so quickly, that the audience in the stands was dumbfounded. Couldn't believe what he saw that the tiger was knocked down by a small-armed bastard. "Fuck!" "I read it right, this boxer is like a paper in front of him." "This can't be someone who was deliberately arranged by the boxing stadium, he is strong."

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.

Persephone was taken aback. Her genuine feeling was: 'Actually, not a fan.' But her mind reminded her, 'Watch your words. You're not on par with this rugged guy!' As such, she started with a sweet smile. "You seem... to really enjoy these, huh?" "Can't say I'm particularly fond of them," Morpheus replied nonchalantly. "Chicken and beef are rich in protein. That's how every boxer eats." "Are you trying to train me into a boxer?"

Jaxson complimented. “Thanks. Are you an a-actor?” “And what happened to your face. Did someone hit you?” he asked worriedly seeing the light scars. “No I am not an actor and I am a professional boxer. These scars I got in yesterday match.” “Is it?” Noah surprised. “Yes, do you know what’s boxing?” “Yeah, I know. My mom told me a-about that. Two people threw punches at each other and who’s strong will win.” “Is it too t-tough to play those sports?” Noah questioned.

The boxer came forward, slow, cocky, dragging his feet like she wasn’t even worth the effort. Elena’s breath came fast. Her heart thundered. He threw a lazy punch toward her face. She ducked. Missed. He laughed. “Cute,” he said. “But you’re in my world now, little girl.” Elena didn’t answer. She kept dodging. Kept moving. He threw another punch. She slid under it. Another. She ducked low, crawling between his legs. The men howled with laughter. Even the boxer chuckled, turning around. “You think you’re smart, huh?”