Deku Punching Novels & Stories

said Dante. Tact, they counted and I was knocked down. Haha. "Crazy! Behind you!" I shouted so he immediately punched him. "Someone, bow down!" I shouted at Jimuel. He immediately bowed. And punched the man. "Thank you, Insan." I just got upset. Punch here, hit there. Kick hard. "Eeys, to the left!" they dictated so I immediately turned around and hit the beard. Disgusting. "Thank you, Kayla.." I said to my cousin.

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.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Dominic never stopped giving punches after punches in Arsen’s face until it is red-rose. On his forehead, the veins stood out. His molar teeth chattered violently. His hands were still clenched tightly. Ready at any moment to throw it into this asshole’s face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Say what you said one more time, and I’ll make you--“

Sleek equipment, mirrors lining one wall, and— Oh. Oh wow. Derek was attacking a heavy bag with a rigor that was almost violent. Each punch landed with a thud. His whole body coiled and released with controlled precision. But it wasn’t the display of force that made my breath catch. It was the fact that he was shirtless. Completely shirtless.

"Please—" Kade launches forward, driving his fist into the Unfortunate's face. I startle, recoiling from the sound and violent energy as it crackles through the air. The Unfortunate hits the ground, and I can't see him until Kade grabs him by the scruff of his tunic and punches him in the mouth. Blood paints his smooth skin, and Kade releases him. He falls from my sight once more, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory:

I followed him, curious and anxious. We reached the training hall, and the sound of heavy impacts echoed through the double doors. Inside, Deacon was working off his frustration on a heavy bag. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin, his movements a blur of terrifying power. Each punch sounded like a crack of thunder.

The Knight also expresses his delight while grinning at the Archduke. "Oh yeah, Kedrick?" Afterward, Kedrick sprinted towards Ridge, and he throws punches from left to right. 'Snap!' The Archduke catches his right hand after successfully dodging the blows that Kedrick keeps throwing at him. Ridge clunches his hands as he bends his lower body a little, and he lifts his left hand with full force. It effectively hits Kedrick's belly. "Ugh!" Kedrick groans to the soaring pain he gets from the punch.

I punched him hard on his face, and he fell backwards, stunned at the power I generated. "Son of a what? Say it—" I picked him up by the collar and hit him again but Deucalion held my hand and punched at me. I dodged and countered almost immediately with a headbutt. I felt his nose crunch with that one. He held his nose and gurgled something, but I wasn't interested.

This fantasy relationship we had will end sooner or later. “Fuck are you doing?!” Lincoln sprung up and, without a second thought, hit Deacon directly in the face. Lincoln's eyes are glaring with anger. "How can you say that?!" Lincoln didn't stop punching Deacon until no blood came out of him. "Say that again, you jerk, and I won't hesitate to beat you until you stop breathing." Deacon, who was lying under Lincoln, who was not resisting his punch. I was just sitting there, dumbfounded by what I was witnessing right now, as Lincoln beat Deacon to death.