1 Punch Man Episode 1 Novels & Stories

Dymon promised proudly. "Hey, you're crazy! I don't care who you are!" He immediately punched Dymon in the stomach, which Dymon immediately recovered. He couldn't breathe properly because he was upset. Until followed by a man's punch. And he punched him until his face bled. Dymon is already lying on the floor and the man is still punching him. The police saw them and immediately helped Dymon, but it was too late. He was beaten and closed by the hand of an addicted man.

“And I said, ' Walk away, American. Before you get hurt.” I don’t walk away. “Last chance,” I say quietly. “Walk away now. Or I make you walk away.” The first man laughs and tightens his grip on Seraphina’s arm. She makes a small sound of pain. That’s all it takes. I close the distance in two steps and punch him in the face. Hard. He releases Seraphina and stumbles backward, hand going to his nose. The second man swings at me. I block it and drive my elbow into his ribs. He gasps and doubles over.

Very afraid. Colton was the one who landed the first punch to his jaw, making the guy's face turn. But that was just a taste. Esteban walked up to him, punched him in the stomach, but Colton was able to dodge it, and instead, he was the one who elbowed him in the back of the head, causing the guy to fall to his knees, and then Colton took advantage of the position and kneed him in the face.

Hitting him right in the face, he steps back while holding his mouth. "Not bad for just a shield uh," I say, landing on my feet. Putting down his hands, Metal-Man then charges toward me. I bring up my shield and prepare for whatever he's going to do. His footsteps cause earthquakes as he runs, he pulls back his arm. Only a step from punching me, JumpStart jumps in from the side and hits Metal-Man's arm as he shoots it forward. Screaming as the electricity from JumpStart's stun batons travels throughout his body, Metal-Man trips over and falls to the ground.

I want to be a good father and husband to Yvelle and Kim. I heard the conversation between Kim and Madeline. I turned in their direction and I didn't notice a man who was going to rush at me and I couldn't avoid it. He gave me a strong punch so I punched him back. Another man rushed so I quickly kicked him and he fell to the floor writhing in pain. SOL POV

The man's eyes widened with shock. He never thought that his precious spear would be destroyed with one punch. "Do you still think you're powerful?" Chase shook his head. "You're nothing in my eyes. I can kill you with one finger!" He swung another punch while speaking. He was so fast that his punch created a strong wind. A scream echoed in the air as the man flew off from the impact. There was a deep, bloody dent on his chest. Blood kept gushing out of it. He looked absolutely pitiful.

Phil’s words left the room silent. The man threw a punch, but Phil was too fast. He had anticipated it long ago. He moved aside, grabbed his arm, and with one punch to the jaw, he left the man in an unconscious state. He slammed his palm against the counter and left without paying. No one dared to stop him.

he said, turning to look at Reuben and the other man. But then one of the men noticed a pair of shoes in the toilet on the other end, and motioned for the one squatting with Reuben to remain quiet, while he tiptoed to the door, and as soon as he got to it, he pulled the door open, but even that one was empty, or so he thought, and he turned a disappointed look at his partner, when an unexpected punch landed on his chin out of no where, bringing him down the next second. Before the other one realized what had happened, Reuben slapped the knife out of his hand, and handed him a solid punch, he staggered towards Sunday, who grabbed him by the collar and ultimately gave him a knockout punch.

“You tampered with a car tyre.” “And because of you, she almost died.” I continued. His eyes flickered. That was all I needed. I straightened and nodded at Vincent. “Let’s start.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. The first punch came fast and hard, right to the man’s stomach. He bent forward, gasping, the chair rattling loudly. “Talk,” Vincent said calmly. The man groaned. “I swear, I don’t know…” I stepped forward and slapped him. “I don’t like lies,” I said quietly. “Let’s try this again.”

(Nikita's P.O.V.) "Don't hesitate. PUNCH!" "B—But..." "One more 'but' from you, and I'll find a new partner to pair with." My threat made Manuel put his hands into position. He threw a punch. I swiftly dodge his attack, locking his hand in my arm, and using my kick to limp his leg. He collapsed on the ground, knees first. I hurriedly moved my hand to his head. "A—Arghh!" he whimpered.