Novel & Cerita Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch

Karani smiled at me and disappeared. “He likes to counter punch with his left after a three-punch combination to your ribs. He’s fast with that one. His uppercut hurts but if he comes for the side of your head, expect it from your right. He gets predictable after a while.” I nodded at Malachi who had spoken in my head. “This claim fight does not have to be to the death since you were partly also a victim. If need be, tap out three times and the fight will be over and you will no longer be Alpha.” Alexander nodded as Bryan spoke.

Everyone held their breath looking at the momentum of the punch Bleank had threw at Nathan. "Nathan, be careful!" Hilda gasped. Nathan raised his fist and hit back relentlessly. The two punches rammed into each other in an undeviating collision course. "Argh!" Before anyone knew what had happened, Bleank cried out at the top of his lungs. His whole arm crumpled at the impact and his bones shattered to pieces. His arm dangled in the air like a boneless piece of flesh. While he was squealing in an unbearable pain, Nathan dealt him another blow right in his face.

The muscles in his arms bulged as he raised his fist, the tendons standing out like cords on his forearms. Prince Kayziel’s eyes went wide with terror as he saw the blow coming. He tried to turn his head away, but Zedekiel's grip was unyielding. The punch was a blur of motion, a swift and deadly strike that seemed to be driven by a malevolent force.

I quickly pulled it out with all frustration in me and he fell lifeless to the ground. I moved on to my next victim. He stroke a punch at me but his arm was too weak. I caught his arm with my left hand. I dipped my right arm into his forearm and ripped out his ulna and threw them on the floor. He cried in pain as I pierced my two-inch claw into his lime-colored omega eyes.

Wrestling was the art of finishing people off. This was what Austin learned when he was on the verge of death. No one took life and death seriously when it came to the fights in the metal cage. From his experience in battle, Aldus knew that there were more than ten techniques needed to execute the punch that Austin made just now which could fatally injure Wolf. However, Austin chose to strike at Wolf's armpit. It could only make Wolf lose the ability to fight for a brief moment. There wouldn't be any lasting injury.

If someone died, the blood would be on his hands. I jumped onto the next guy, coiling my legs around him as he delivered punches to my abdomen with the force of a raging bull. Grunts of pain left my lips but I used it as a tether to the violent storm roiling inside of me, extracting bursts of energy so I could bring my elbow down on his skull as many times as I could until his body toppled like a weightless tower. Miles and I honed in on the last guy.

His scream lasts exactly one second. Then he collapses as a pile of smoking dust. The third and fourth rush together. I raise my hand. The air compresses violently. Their bodies crumple like paper. Bones shatter. Blood sprays across the grass. They fall without another sound. Two left. One hesitates. Smart. The other charges blindly. I step forward. Punch. My fist goes straight through his chest. His heart stops instantly. The final man tries to run. Coward. I lift my hand again.

Her trials resumed, but none of the punches reached him. He's like a mountain, so hard and unreachable and impenetrable. "Is Death knowingly doing this? Micheal won't be able to beat him in hundred years." Jinx said worriedly. "Even we are unable to beat him," Poe replied with a shrug. "But our training wasn't as hard. Why do I feel like Death is intentionally making it hard?" Jinx sighed. Their eyes are still on the fight. Right now, Adeline has thrown 110 punches at Madden, but none reached him.

The crowd went completely wild, pounding their fists against the canvas mats and screaming for blood. The big guy stumbled backward, blood pouring from his nose. Alec didn't give him a single second to breathe. He stepped in, throwing a fast three-punch combination—jaw, ribs, jaw. The final blow landed with so much force that the guy went down like a felled tree, his heavy body hitting the mat with a dull thud. The referee didn't bother counting. He just grabbed Alec’s arm and yanked it into the air and the crowd went wild. Alec didn't celebrate. He wiped a smear of blood off his own cheek with the back of his wrist, his chest heaving under the harsh lights.

He was notorious for breaking the opponents' fingers and toes and compelling them to submit. After several failed attempts at punching and elbow strikes, Philip managed to jump on my back and apply a chokehold. His arms encircled my neck and hands clasped together. This was a deadly move and I was forced to give a taste of his own technique; I twisted one of his fingers and caused us to land on the ground. I fell on top of him and dislocated his ankle, forcing him to cry submit.