Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

It's normal for him to be able to think fast, being able to quickly disarm those that are an immediate threat, but what makes him abnormal is the strength that comes from every movement he makes. Normally punches reach around fifteen to thirty miles per hour. This would be standard to knock someone out, but this speed is not enough to completely shatter a part of someone's skull in a matter of seconds. The speed at which he punched was unprecedented, quickly being able to shatter the bone in the men's faces he encountered. Andreas has reached a punching speed of fifty-six miles per hour. On top of his immaculate punching speed, his fists were finely trained to be as durable as possible. His

I gave him a nod, he nodded back then he attacked. Two piston kicks by Felix backed me up. He switched up with a reverse roundhouse. That was his mistake - I slipped inside his kick range. I came at him - left jab, left jab, and a right cross in such a rapid blur the audience later told me their brains didn't register the hits until after the fact. It was lights out for Felix. His body made a wet, thumping noise at it hit the mat.

"You're asking for death!" One of the older Haywood enforcers snarled and launched a palm strike toward Andrew's head. "Get out of my way," Andrew growled without even sparing the man a glance, throwing a punch sideways in one smooth motion. The man, a peak senior grandmaster, flew backward, his face contorted in shock and disbelief. His arm, which had met Andrew's punch, shattered instantly. He hit the ground hard, screaming in agony while clutching the mangled remains of his limb.

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

He just raised a foot to counter. With a loud boom, Justin froze. He stared in disbelief as half his body vanished—all from one punch. The punch's power was unbelievable and way more intense than before. Why else would it have caused Justin such serious damage? Of course, Felix had used Dragon Punches, carefully avoiding direct contact to prevent even crazier damage. "Please don't kill me!" Seeing Felix wind up again, Justin dropped to his knees in fear. Weirdly, that missing half did not mess with his balance at all.

He instantly felt like a complete person, like a killing machine with high precision. With a quick step forward, he appeared before the Viper’s Den agent. He threw a punch. His fist, equipped with a brass knuckle, landed precisely at the agent’s chest. “Thump!” There was no excessive move, no fancy skills, just a straightforward and impactful punch. The punch sent the agent flying out of the ring with blood gushing from his mouth. He crashed into the audience seat. A few twitches later, the agent who served Jude died on the spot.

He charged at me again, flinging his fists wildly, and I could feel the whoosh sound from his punches whizzing past my fucking face. As I moved swiftly, ducking and dodging, I carefully navigated between his attacks, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally, I spotted an opening. Without wasting a moment, I delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin. The satisfying sound of bones breaking beneath my gloves gave me a rush of triumph. "FUCK!" Kyle let out a growl of pain and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the mat. I mounted on top of him and flung my fists repeatedly in his face until the referee stopped me, afraid I might actually kill him.

"Arghh!!!" Bashir screamed in agony as his chest was ripped open. He no longer seemed as arrogant as he did a moment ago but was filled with immense terror. Opposite him, Jerome's face was filled with a chilling murderous intent as he said, "You punched him fifty times, so now, I'm going to give you back five hundred punches." "Wh-What?!" Bashir's expression fell. Jerome sent out a flurry of punches, finishing all five hundred punches in under ten seconds. Bashir, now riddled with wounds, was no longer able to remain standing. He collapsed to his knees. Blood was oozing out of his every orifice, making him a miserable sight.

"You insolent fool, you're courting death!" Tedric roared, unleashing all the fury he had built up from dealing with Kingsley and the others. Gideon executed his peerless fist technique, the Doombringer Knuckle. His punch clashed directly with the Soulpiercer Cleave. The supposedly indestructible Soulpiercer Cleave trembled violently, cracks spreading across its surface, ready to shatter at any moment. Gideon's fist, however, was drenched in blood, but it was nothing serious.

One of them threw a punch my way that I stopped with my hand and had it twisted to an unbelievable angle satisfied after hearing a cracking sound. I was kicked on my stomach by another one. And GODDAMMIT it stinged like bitch but I didn't let it show on my face. The one in my hands was wiggling cause of pain and I just swung him towards the other one. Once they collided with each other I grabbed their neck in a tight grip and simply pressed the death point and sleeping point. I wasn't happy cause I caused them a fast, less painful death but I have to be quick and not waste time in playing