Novel & Cerita Fanfiction One Punch Man

(Nikita's P.O.V.) "Don't hesitate. PUNCH!" "B—But..." "One more 'but' from you, and I'll find a new partner to pair with." My threat made Manuel put his hands into position. He threw a punch. I swiftly dodge his attack, locking his hand in my arm, and using my kick to limp his leg. He collapsed on the ground, knees first. I hurriedly moved my hand to his head. "A—Arghh!" he whimpered.

Once it focused on Yang Xiao, the latter would either die or be crippled. However, the next second, something shocking happened. Yang Xiao was using an extremely frightening angle and speed. He brushed past this move again. Dodging again? This time, the Martial man didn’t even say anything as he punched Yang Xiao’s chest forcefully. It was so fast that it was almost beyond the scope of a human’s reaction. This punch was absolutely impossible to dodge, right? The Martial man let out a sinister sneer. However, in merely half a second, the smile on his face disappeared.

Xolvion said with a smile as White Mane could feel his body freezing from the stab wound. "Curse you... You let me think I had the advantage so that I would get careless." The Lion said, biting through the pain. But he didn't have much time to react as a fist covered in flame suddenly struck him in the chest, knocking him flying back through the air. "Phoenix punch!" Xolvion shouted as he slammed his fist into White Mane's chest, watching as he flew back and crashed into the ground before he rolled onto his feet. White Mane was in pain from the ice magic and now the martial art strike, looking down at the damage his body had received.

He suddenly punched out a palm print and shattered the man's bladed energy. Then, the terrifying palm print's remaining power did not diminish and mercilessly hit the man's body. "Puff!" The man felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in an instant and flew straight out.

As soon as he finished speaking, Phil winced in pain, as he immediately touched his mouth, the pain was still immense after Liam had punched him. Meanwhile, Liam focused on the men's movements. The first man lunged at Liam, but with swift reflexes, Liam sidestepped the attack and delivered a precise blow to the man's abdomen. The man doubled over in pain, gasping for air. Liam's attack was powerful enough to cause significant pain, causing the man to fall to the ground. However, despite the considerable force behind the punch, Liam was still holding back. He was aware that, If he had put his whole strength into the attack, he would have done unimaginable damage, due to the fact that his stre

“Liam!” Anna called, relief washing over her. At least she wasn’t alone anymore. Whether they would make it out of this alive was up for debate, but his mere presence meant a lot to her that he would ever realize. “You came!” “Being a widower isn’t on my bucket list this year,” Liam said, dodging a crowbar from one of the bouncers. The other henchmen spun, reaching inside their jackets for weapons. He barreled into the Muscleman first, driving a hard punch into his gut. Muscleman doubled over, only to take a brutal knee to the face that sent him sprawling on the floor, unconscious. “Babe, try not to die.”

Liam lunged at me, his fist cutting through the air with force. I caught it easily, my fingers wrapping around his knuckles like a vice. He struggled, trying to pull away, but my grip held firm. "Your punches are already different than before," I smirked, yanking his arm forward and throwing the punch right back into his face. His head snapped back, and I saw the realization dawn in his eyes—I had baited him, and he fell for it.

the man said and proceeded to smack my ass. I grabbed and held his hand firmly, my grip tighter each time he tried to fight himself free. He panicked as soon as he was unable to register my strength. He went for a quick jab, but I saw his fist coming from a mile away and moved my head out of the way. My grip on his arm tightened again, and his bone shattered in a split second.

“Who do you think you are—” She felt how a mighty punch landed her stomach. She looked at the man who's coming her way. The man was worried of her. She can't describe how painful the punch of that fist was. The strength of the man isn't normal as she was thrown metres away after being punched. “I’m sorry. Hey! Wake up! Hey!” She heard the regretful voice from the man who did punch her. She didn't expect that. She slowly closed her eyes as she lost her senses.

He pulled me towards him in a forceful manner. I was so irritated and furious that if I had been a cartoon character, you could literally see smoke emitting from my ears. I jerked my hand away from his grip, forcefully, and punched him straight in the jaw. Yes! You're right! I punched him! Not a slap but a punch! Where did that boldness come from?! God! My knuckles are hurting! But I didn't show my pain to the bloody bastard. His friends, though, were having fits of laughter as several of them doubled over their chairs, clutching their stomachs. Yeah! Serves you right, you miserable rat.