Fanfiction One Punch Man Novels & Stories

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.

He felt his nails dig into his palms, his knuckles turning white. Aman laughed, relishing the fire in Alice’s eyes. “Go on, prove me wrong. Kill them, or they’ll kill you.” Without hesitation, Alice threw a punch, landing a solid hit on one of the men. He didn't care that he was outnumbered. That the odds were impossible. That Aman was grinning like a cat playing with its food. None of it mattered. His fist again connected with the nearest man's jaw—a sickening crunch. Another strike to the ribs sent a third man stumbling. But before he could move again, a blow crashed against his side, knocking the air from his lungs.

Danial’s eyes barely had time to widen in shock before the man’s fist was coming straight for him. So fast! Danial raised his arms just in time to block the strike, but the impact was devastating. The punch landed with a thunderous force that sent shockwaves through Danial’s body. He was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the stone wall behind him. The wall cracked under the force of the blow, and Danial felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, struggling to regain his breath. His arms trembled from the sheer force he had just absorbed.

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?"

Situshu panicked and shouted, 'You can't fight!' A slap, ruthlessly left in her face. 'Bitch, is it your turn to talk?' After the man flustered and frustratedly finished playing, he felt Japanese, but he couldn't help kicking her. As a result, he didn't react. The man who was just standing not far away didn't know when he had gone around behind him. The next second, he only heard a clear click, and the man's finger was abruptly broken by Pear Month!

yelled an elder next to him immediately. It was futile, however, as Fane reappeared before that man and punched him above his chest. Thoom! A powerful blast was heard as the man in the initial stage of the true god-level was sent flying by Fane’s punch. “Goodness...! But how?! This man is in the initial stage of the true god level and has a durable body, yet he’s sent flying just like that?” exclaimed one person upon witnessing the sight. This proved just how strong Fane’s blast of power within him through his punch.

The man's eyes widened with shock. He never thought that his precious spear would be destroyed with one punch. "Do you still think you're powerful?" Chase shook his head. "You're nothing in my eyes. I can kill you with one finger!" He swung another punch while speaking. He was so fast that his punch created a strong wind. A scream echoed in the air as the man flew off from the impact. There was a deep, bloody dent on his chest. Blood kept gushing out of it. He looked absolutely pitiful.

Anyone with a brain could realize that he was an accomplice, and he did it all in an attempt to swindle the tomboy. Once the situation had escalated beyond proportion, the middle-aged man could not suppress his rage anymore. He panicked before throwing an unexpected punch at Zayn. “F*ck you!” It was evident that the middle-aged man’s reaction speed was rather impressive, and that his punch was also painfully strong. Anyone besides Zayn would have taken his punch right to the face. It was such a shame that it just so happened to be Zayn. Zayn dodged the punch like it was just like a practice session, and as a return gift, he delivered a kick to the man’s knee that was so hard it made him fall