All Might Fist Up Novels & Stories

They seem did a fist bump. “How touchy, let’s start then.” In a split of seconds, everyone starts their fight. Nathan kicked upward the knife near the people unconscious on the floor and catch it. He then threw the iron bat towards Zitrey. Few people in front of her were knocked down, she then quickly pick up the thing.

However, before he could even get close to Eliam, he was stopped by the two elders from the Hiltons! "Sixth, we're your opponents!" The two elders sneered. They struck out with immense power! "Despicable! Don't think you can do whatever you want!" He had a sour look on his face. After that, he did not hold back at all as he unleashed his most powerful attack! "Take this, Thundering Fist!" He shouted coldly. The true energy on his fist became incredibly dense. It started to look like there was electricity around his fist as he quickly struck at the fifth elder of the Hiltons.

She stumbles, catching herself before she falls, her eyes flitting between us, worry etched on her features. I seize the moment, charging at Angel like a bull spotting a red cape. With a bellow that reverberates through the room like an earthquake rattling a drum factory, I slam my fist into his face. The crunch of his nose meeting my knuckles echoes like a potato chip symphony, resonating through the tense silence that follows.

I barely manage to hold back my gasp as their speed shocks me. Their fists collide with each other's flesh repeatedly, and the sounds echo around the now silent crowd. Their movements are hard for me to keep up with, but from the amount of blood on the ground, I would say both are receiving damage. Suddenly one of them roars. He lifts his opponent off his feet and throws him like a ragdoll. Fiadh instantly grabs me and buries her face against my arm. From the force of her touch, I know she smeared her makeup. But I know she doesn't care. I place my hand over her uncovered ear, and she tenses for a second before slowly relaxing.

Yeah right, all of this is a load of bull. When I emerge from the dark memories of that awful night, I find myself throwing a punch at my opponent. My fist connects so violently with his jaw that blood and saliva spurt out of his mouth. All around us the crowd is going wild behind the metal fence. My opponent staggers back but doesn’t fall to the ground.

Chunks' face contorted with anger, and he yelled, "How dare you gesture with your hands when 'The Fist God' is asking you a question?!" The burly man charged forward, his fists clenched and his muscles bulging, causing Madame Agnes to tense up.

It was not what everyone actually saw. ​The fist, moving like a projectile, came right for me, so quick it was nothing but a blur. Powering those knuckles was two hundred pounds of muscle. As quick and heavy as he was, a single blow would likely put me in the hospital. Mira was shrieking, the bartenders were shouting. Atlas was yelling as he shoved through the throng. And then my own hand lashed out and caught his fist right out of the air.

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

he told her, in an even tone. He glanced down at her hand, tucking her fingers in and positioning her thumb over her middle finger. “That’s how you make a fist when you want to punch someone. You might break your thumb if you fold it in and I’d hate to see you lose your job and have a cast on your thumb at the same time.” His eyes met her with a deadpanned stare. “Give it all you’ve got, Eveline Storm. You might want to aim for his stitches. Because my brother isn’t going to give you a second chance to get him if you lose this round.”

Instead of following through with the simple punch, my fist suddenly strikes downward with immense speed. There is a loud, sickening crack as my fist hits Liam's thigh bone, bringing sharp tears of agony straight to the man's eyes. Before his mouth can even utter a curse word, my palm whips across his face repeatedly, slapping him back and forth. With bright red blood streaming from his nose and mouth, Liam staggers backward blindly on the mat and tumbles right off the edge onto the floor. Cora, Malia, and the other women scream in total shock at the sudden sight. The pack medical staff rushes quickly into the room to carry away Liam's frame, his face looking completely swollen and bloody.