Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

*punch* *punch* His death should be the cruellest death in this history. I want to give him that. *punch* *punch* *punch* I will give him the most painful death. I WILL! *hard punch* *bag torn and sand fell with a 'whoof' sound* Yes! Just like this bag, you will fall on my mother's feet, lifeless! I promised that faceless monster in my imagination. I sighed and removed the layer hanging and replaced it with a new bag and continued to work out my anger. While I was at the verge of breaking the fifth bag, The door to my small gym slammed opened and my mom sighed in relief.

It was just like a miasma, yet it was moving rapidly around Eiger's knuckle as he shot toward Frank. "Miasmic Fists? And you've mastered it so well too… Guess you can't even face me like a man, and you're just as much a freak as you look!" Frank bellowed as he spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity, his Five-Peat Archeaus charging resounding. "Watch this, Burt," he said. "It's a simple technique, but within it lies the precept of the way of the fist!" Keeping both eyes fixed on Eiger as he approached, he abruptly moved at the speed of a lightning bolt, instantly brushing past Eiger's punch.

Then he rushed forward, the moment was like a rain storm, a punch run through like thunder and lightning, the wind force shook terrifying people. The punch has not come, the wind has come, this one punch is to claim the life without doubt. Derek Alexender does not dare to slow late, hands up to support, the body stands. The mysterioud killer one punch as if to break cracked the air, the sound emitted like bullet cannon explosion, like heaven and earth vibration, smoke and dust roll become a group. Derek Alexender's body slides to the back, two pieces of shoe soles friction almost flash light, the skin of the feet is hot.

Determination hardened my gaze as I launched myself towards the dummies. With a swift twist of my hips, my hand shot forward like a viper, delivering a lightning-fast punch. The impact reverberated through my arm, the sheer force causing the metal of the dummy to shudder under the blow. In the blink of an eye, my leg snapped out, executing a powerful roundhouse kick that connected with precision, sending the dummy spinning.

Sometimes I wonder if they actually cared for her or they just saw her death as an opportunity to rise up. Fuck me. I unleashed a lightning-fast punch, my fist connecting with his neck, my next opponent. His eyes bulged, his windpipe crushed as he stumbled gasping for air. Within hesitation, I turned my attention to the next man, my movement swift. I grab his body lifting him off the ground with ease and slammed him down with a incredible force. His head hit the hard floor with a sickening crack, his skull crushing beneath the impact. It echoed throughout the room, snothet reason for the men to hesitate and wonder who I was.

The fist hit the tree again. The knuckles were already gone—not bruised, not bloodied, gone. White bone showed through where the skin had split and peeled back. The middle finger had snapped sideways on the last punch, hanging at an angle that made the stomach turn. Blood ran down the bark in thick streams, pooling at the roots, soaking into dirt that had turned black. Another punch. The crack wasn't wood breaking. It was bone. The ring finger this time, folding backward until it touched the back of the hand. The person didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.

Strong power instantly exploded from his right hand, and the terrifying power immediately set off a strong wind. The two's facial expressions changed drastically; they were shocked and angry. They wanted to retreat, but it was too late. One of them was hit in the chest by Jensen's punch. He flew backward in great pain, fell to the ground, and died instantly. There was even a hole in his chest. Jensen grabbed the other person and slammed him onto the ground. He then kicked him away, and he landed beside the old man. He died on the spot, without any movement.

What he saw was emptiness—an absolute, eternal, icy void. Connor stood there with his head bowed for a long moment before suddenly saying in a low voice, "Sylvia, stop messing around. This isn't funny. Get up and yell at me!" His entire body trembled. Then, like a man possessed, he tore the severed hand free and let out a raw, explosive scream. "Get up! I'm telling you to get up! Do you hear me? Sylvia, get up now!" Ignoring the blood and the gruesome state of the remains, he threw himself onto my dismembered body and shook the broken pieces frantically.

Then, he raised his right hand, bent his middle finger against his thumb, and flicked his finger at the forehead of the man in black. Pow! Before the man in black could react, he felt dizzy. After that, his entire body soared into the air, spun a few times, and finally hit the mountain wall. He died immediately. David looked at the dead man in black in front of him speechlessly. He had already used very little force, but unexpectedly, it was still too much. He had to be gentler next time. When he looked around, he realized that, fortunately, everyone was fighting so no one noticed him. Otherwise, David did not know what expressions they would have after seeing him killing someone with a flic

Death put his arms to his side, and slowly approached Zach. 'He's right about the change. Hundreds of years of stagnation, broken up by human advancements I would have never thought possible.' Death threw a right straight, copying Zach, who managed to mostly dodge it. Unlike the one he threw, this punch was far stronger and cut the right side of his face. He responded by stepping in and sending a right high kick to Death's chin. Death caught the kick but didn't stop him from using his left leg to kick him in the stomach, sending Death back a few inches.