Cheat Punch Hero Novels & Stories

Before dinner, I stepped onto the terrace alone to watch the sunset. But just as I let my guard down, a shadow lunged from behind a pillar. A flash of silver—a dagger—aimed straight for my heart. My pupils contracted. I dodged sideways on pure instinct. The silver blade missed my heart but sliced a deep gash in my arm. “Ah!” I cried out as the silver’s poison began to spread through my veins. The black-clad assassin raised the dagger for another strike. Suddenly, a tall, powerfully built man shot forward and sent the assassin flying back with a single punch. Clearly outmatched, the attacker scrambled away and vanished into the shadows.

She practically lunged across the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. "Who the hell is she?" she spat. I turned to her with a frosty expression. "It's none of your business, Quinn." "None of my business? Are you serious? You're my boyfriend! Do you even realize this is cheating?" Cheating? I couldn't help but laugh. Layla immediately stepped in front of me, and her wary gaze locked on Quinn. "Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you."

She shifts in her seat. He touches her thigh. That’s all I need. I stride forward and grab the back of his flannel, yanking him upright. "How ya doing, asshole? This is for touching that nice lady just now without permission." I land a brutal punch to his gut. He winces as he doubles over, winded and clutching his stomach. His jaw laxed. With the perfect opening, my fist connects hard with his jaw. The punch lands flawlessly, causing the asshole to slam against the conference table, whiskey crashing to the floor, shouts erupting behind me.

Then, he threw a punch at Liam's face. He packed all of his strength in that punch. He had to make this cocky young man in front of him learn the disparity between their abilities. A strong bull would die after receiving that punch, much less an adult man. Sherman let out a cruel sneer. It was as if he could already see Liam's head explode from his punch. However, Sherman's smile stiffened in the next second. That was because Liam turned his body while everyone watched in shock and dodged Sherman's powerful punch.

At the same moment, his other fist grabs his opponent’s skin-tight outfit just under the chin. The attacker, unable to step back without losing his footing, moves his head to the side. Hero’s weapon slashes into his mask and a bit of his skin. A quarter of the mask’s latex material falls to the ground. Bingo! One point for me… Oooff! Hero feels a knee fiercely colliding with his gut and the wind rushes out of him as he doubles up in front of his antagonist. He swallows the pain in one large intake of breath and uses his present position to attack.

Utilizing the inertia that was created by running swiftly for such a long distance, the strength of his punch was so powerful that he could even pierce through a steel plate. Confronted by the punch, Zayn did not attempt to dodge, but the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly into a meaningful smirk. Next, he did something that shocked every single person. He actually chose to bump Zeus’ fist instead of dodging it. “That’s a crazy man! Is he actually trying to go up against Mr. Zeus? Is he unaware of Mr. Zeus’ infamous heavy punch?” “The dude’s not crazy. He’s a fool! The Rheasian is doomed. Does he really think that he is matchless just because he’s a 4S-class powerhouse!?”

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

Don’t be a damsel in distress. *PUNCH* Don’t let them see you cry. *PUNCH* Stick to your guns. *KICK* Fuck Malachy and that bitch, Mirabella. * PUNCH *PUNCH *PUNCH Fuck everyone! *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK*

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

Her fist hadn't even connected to his shield when he chuckled bitterly. The punch was too devastating, and he was almost unable to defend himself against it.