Death Punchies Regular Show Novels & Stories

*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*

The burly man frowned slightly but quickly launched a punch. Boom! Their fists collided in midair, and the resulting shockwave reverberated with a thunderous sound! Eldon seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's left rib with his palm. He then felt as if he had slapped a steel plate and the impact left his hand numb. The opponent sneered disdainfully and immediately launched a counterattack. Boom! A punch struck Eldon squarely in the chest, the force piercing through his back, leaving a circular tear in his outer garment.

Without wasting another second and thinking straight, I punched him so hard that he fell to the ground and the corner of his mouth was bleeding as well. Mom gasped from behind and tried to hold him before she looked at me with disappointment, "Why don't you tell us what happened? What did Dex say on the call?" She was indeed worried about my punch to Damian but she looked more concerned about me. Damian got up from the ground. He was wearing tracksuit and sweating. He must have returned home from his jogging.

Ohh my baby brother always asking questions " Just do it, show me how hard you can punch." I encouraged him He looked at me for the last time and came forward then punched me on my stomach I can't believe he really did it! Haha! I think I annoyed him so much so he found it a chance to take revenge Okay, honestly, his punch was bad enough to put someone in coma, but my abs are like a metal shield haha let's not exaggerate it was painful but not painful enough to put me in coma

” His Dynamic Punch was able to crush steel in a single punch and make a dent in a metal door that weighed a few pounds. If an ordinary person took his punch, they would be dead in no time! He disliked Kayson very much, so he was going to go all out on him. “Die!” Stanley shouted and charged at Kayson. He mustered up his energy and coated it around his fist. Kayson stood as stiff as a ramrod, and he seemed as if he was stunned. Livia’s expression changed as she said, “Kayson, what are you doing? Get out of the way!”

Instead, his body and even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to see a ripple unfurling away from his fist. It was pure vigor stirred by Dwight's punch as it deflected the weight of the strike back on Dwight with tenfold violence! Crack. Dwight stared stupid as his knuckles ruptured, his skin and flesh peeling away as his bone turned to dust. In just two seconds, his right knuckled imploded. "Argh!" he screamed at the top of his lungs even as he clutched the stump that was once his hand. Frank, however, did not afford him another second.

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*

For an ordinary person hit those punched maybe its takes a 1 month in coma. “Oh, boy, you still stand and manage my fatal punched? How impressive, the other people received my punched still in the hospital lying in the bed, but you, you have a strength to manage it, it’s a great opportunity to fight with an opponent like you. I wanna be serious now, so fight for you life!” the Bouncer guard spit on him and mocked him. “Huh? Fatal attack? That was you called your fatal attacked? Are you serous?”

An uppercut toss him meters away. His tooth forcefully depart his tooth. He bleed and groan non stop. I leap with a massive punch directly to his chest. It burys him deeper into the ground. He also forcefully puke black coloured blood. But I care less. I roam his pretty face with numerous punches. My every punch highly disfigures him. He scream non stop and continually battles survival. I finally stop. I stare distained at his disfigured face. He gasp for slow arriving breath. I aim another punch.