All Might Fist Up Novels & Stories

“You! That’s too much!” “Do you really think nothing of us from Budweiser?” A middle-aged man charged out of the crowd and lunged at Azure with a loud roar. Rake Fist was a fast and furious technique. When combined with inner force, it packed quite the punch. As soon as the man charged forward, his peers started cheering him on. “Senior Tom, beat him up. Destroy this bugger!” Indeed, Senior Tom’s punches seemed quite formidable. He threw quick punches one after another like tsunami waves in the ocean.

Instead, he stepped up and caught it with his fist. Kastor sneered, thinking Liam was just foolhardy. However, deep down, Kastor was seething. Liam was not just fighting back, he was challenging Kastor's reign. The clash of their fists sent a shockwave through the underground arena, shaking it to its core! The moment their fists met, Kastor's eyes shone with unshakable confidence, but that quickly turned into a torrent of agony. "Ah!" The searing pain erupted from Kastor's fist and surged through his body like wildfire!

Within seconds he had her entire body pinned down and her head yanked back painfully with a fistful of hair. Allie cried out and stopped fighting him. She lay in frozen terror underneath his him, feeling every inch of his heavy frame against her softness. The hand that wasn't holding her head back had one of her wrists twisted over her head in a cruel grip that brought tears to her eyes. Allie was shocked. Jay had never hurt her before. Not even when he had play fought with her as a child and he'd been so much bigger than her. He'd always pulled his punches.

They sent a shiver down my spine. Alpha Allari was the first to attack, which didn’t surprise me. He had always been a hot head and Alpha John had been a friend of his. Allari’s wolf leaped into the air towards Allister but with a swipe of Allister’s claws, Allari was down on the ground unmoving with a gaping wound that was bleeding out from his neck.

Pissed off with rage. “You bastard”, Allan angrily swiftly rammed his fist in the air aiming to send a punch to a face but suddenly his hand was held midway in the air. A hugely fat man dressed in expensive noble attire design with different colors, gold necklaces, and his belly was larger than nine months pregnant lady. He stares at his green eyes with his pale face distorted with disgust as if Allan was some human waste product to be thrown on the floor.

However, the next second, he regretted it. Clang! A dull sound echoed as Mitchell’s fist slammed into a steel plate. Its hardness and solidity were unmatched. Crack! Crack! ... All of Mitchell’s fingers were broken. His entire arm flew backward in an instant, almost breaking on impact. That was the power of the Turtleshell Technique. However, with so many people watching, the head of the Allisters could not afford to show any weakness, let alone be exposed, to avoid embarrassing the Allister family.

That asshole should learn to shut his mouth if he had nothing good to say. Fabian angrily grabbed Alfie's fist and shoved him away. His grip was so tight that it made Alfie's arm loosen its grip. Alfie knew that he was no match for Fabian since he was an MMA fighter before he entered the business world. Alfie didn't see that coming, and he almost fell to the floor if Fabian hadn't grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the wall. Alfie winced at the force of the shove. His back hit the wall, and he stopped breathing because of the pain.

I ask, getting his attention again. "Sure." He smiles and holds his arms out. "I'll even let you have the first punch." He stands in front of me, his hands behind his back. I punch him hard and he stumbles just a little bit. "Not bad, not bad. My turn." He punches me so hard in my stomach I feel a rib crack. Lilly cries out in pain and I see Fred and George had already untied Allie and her. Being distracted by Lilly, James lands another blow, this one to my face. I fall backwards and my head is spinning. I hear Lilly crying out for me.

Raging Fist landed the final blow. His opponent dropped like the stock market, his body hitting the ground and the crowd erupted in deafening screams. "Raging fist! Raging fist! Raging fist!" No wonder the idiot walked around with a raised shoulder. He thought he was better than everyone else just because these guys were kissing his ass. William twitched where he sat, still in shock about the new discovery. Elijah in the pit, fighting and messing around? Who would've guessed! Did he have any idea what would happen to him if the organization found out-

“It’s just an allergy. It happens once or twice a year. No big deal.” Liam’s expression darkened, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. “Fine? You call almost dying fine?” His voice was ice-cold, a storm brewing in his eyes. Allie squirmed under his glare. “I can’t help it. These things… happen. It’s not like I do it on purpose.” “You’re allergic to peanuts, Allie. It’s serious. Why aren’t you more careful?” “I am careful,” she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know how it happened this time.”