IRON FIST: NEW BEGINNING

Time: 2005

Location: Tibet, China

Genre: Dark Martial Epic / Anti-Hero Origin

CHAPTER 1 — THE MERCENARY’S PATH

The wind howled through the Himalayas like a beast crying out in ancient hunger.

Snow whipped across the cliffs, carving white scars across the frozen stone.

KANG RAUMA walked alone.

His boots crunched through the frost, his breath steady, controlled.

He had no homeland.

No loyalty.

No mercy.

Kang had been a mercenary since childhood — a child soldier turned fist-for-hire.

He fought in alley pits where bones cracked like dry wood.

In warzones where screams meant nothing.

In death houses where men begged, and Kang didn’t blink.

His fists had ended dozens of lives — and he wore that history without remorse.

Villagers feared him.

Bandits avoided him.

Mercenary groups hunted him.

None succeeded.

Kang killed because killing meant survival.

Kang fought because fighting meant life.

Compassion was weakness — and weakness was death.

Yet still, Kang desired more.

Not peace.

Not redemption.

Power.

A power that no man could challenge.

CHAPTER 2 — THE METEOR ARRIVES

In the winter of 2005, a flaming streak ripped across the skies of Tibet.

It roared like the scream of a dying god.

Villagers fell to their knees; monks prayed in terror.

The meteor struck a hidden valley, shaking mountains for miles.

When the smoke cleared, a crater carved into the Earth.

Inside it — a metal unlike anything known:

OSCIDE

Black-silver.

Light as silence.

Heavy as gravity.

It hummed.

Living.

Watching.

They whispered it could make a man impervious — a wall of destruction.

Kang heard the rumor in a tavern.

He killed the men who told it — simply to ensure no one else could seek it.

He traveled into the mountains, starving wolves and snowstorms chasing him.

He broke brigands’ necks along the passes.

He climbed cliffs that killed ordinary men from exhaustion.

He reached the crater.

The Oscide pulsed — like it recognized him.

Kang’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile.

KANG

Finally… a weapon worthy of me.

CHAPTER 3 — THE FIST OF RAUMA

Kang Rauma was not a martial artist.

He was a weapon wearing flesh.

His fists shattered rib cages with one strike.

His elbows broke skulls like glass.

His kicks tore through brick walls.

His grappling was ruthless — no honor, only kill-strategy.

He did not fight to win.

He fought to end.

But Kang knew that out in the world, there were beings beyond bone and muscle:

Enhanced soldiers

Bioengineered killers

Mystics who weaponized chi

Aliens who walked among men

His fists were deadly — but not enough.

He would need a weapon to carve his legend into the planet.

CHAPTER 4 — ARRIVAL OF THE MENTOR

A shadow approached the crater through the swirling snow.

HARI PRASAD SHRESTHA — tall, silent, wearing no insignia, no obvious weapon.

But his gaze was sharp — calculating.

He did not greet Kang.

He studied him.

HARI

Your fists are famed.

Your brutality is unmatched.

But power fades. Bodies fail.

Kang scoffed.

KANG

You speak like a man who fears death.

Hari stepped closer.

HARI

I do not fear death.

I fear insignificance.

Kang paused.

Hari pointed at Oscide.

HARI

Forge this metal.

Make it a blade.

Wield it with your fists — and the world will not merely fear you.

The world will kneel.

For the first time, Kang felt not hunger — but destiny.

CHAPTER 5 — FORGING THE SWORD

Beneath the mountains lay a forge older than empires — built by monks who believed violence was holy.

Hari guided the process.

Oscide was heated not by flame, but by cosmic resonance.

It did not melt — it bent, like it listened.

Kang did not watch.

He helped.

Hammer striking metal.

Sparks lighting the cavern like fireflies of war.

When finished — the sword shone like liquid moonlight.

THE OSCIDE BLADE

Weightless.

Unbreakable.

Alive.

Hari knelt and presented it, as if crowning a king.

Kang did not bow.

He took the sword like a conqueror taking a throne.

CHAPTER 6 — FIRST SLAUGHTER

Word of the Oscide weapon spread.

Bandits stormed the mountain to seize it.

Kang did not defend.

He butchered.

One swing — an entire attacking line split in half.

One punch — bone shards exploded through flesh.

Blood steamed on the snow.

Screams echoed into nothing.

Kang stood covered in red, breathing slow.

He felt alive.

CHAPTER 7 — WALL-LEVEL ASCENDANCE

Rumors spread:

“A killer in the mountains.”

“A demon with a silver sword.”

“A wall that cannot fall.”

Mercenaries challenged him.

Warriors traveled to test him.

Monks prayed to stop him.

All died.

Villages whispered his name in fear:

IRON FIST.

The man whose fists broke stone.

The man whose sword cracked mountains.

Kang did not deny the name.

He claimed it.

CHAPTER 8 — THE LEGEND BEGINS

Kang stood atop a storm-lashed cliff, Oscide blade planted in the ground.

Hari appeared beside him once more.

HARI

The world is changing.

Beings beyond mortal strength are rising.

I am building a force to shape the balance of Earth.

Kang did not look at him.

KANG

A force… or a weapon?

Hari smiled slowly.

HARI

Whichever you choose to be.

Kang gripped the Oscide sword.

Lightning crackled in the sky behind him.

Snow roared.

The world shuddered around his presence.

KANG

Then I will not be a hero.

I will be a force the world cannot ignore.

IRON FIST steps forward — brutal, merciless, unstoppable.

A new legend begins not in honor — but in power.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***