Force Fist Invincible Novels & Stories

In the split second that followed, he threw his other hand forward, meeting Andrew's other strike. A burst of sparks erupted as Franklin's Mighty Beast Palm met the Inferno Strike. His hands felt like solid steel, lacking Andrew's flames but matching in raw force. The two were knocked back, barely a second apart, before Andrew's eyes went cold and he lunged forward again like a predator. "You think I'm afraid of you?" Franklin roared. The hall thundered with deafening impacts as the two collided again and again. Inferno Strike against Mighty Beast Palm, speed against speed, power against power.

Maybe this opponent would put up a fight worthy of the Imperial Navy! At the edge of the fight Bravo squadron was helping Invictus break the shields of the adversary with long range lance strikes. The two frigates could close in and join the fight at close range, but that would have to wait. Both Firestorm commanders agreed that Invictus would need the space to manoeuvre for now, considering the damage she had taken. Going head on with a lance vessel with no shields was asking for trouble. As far as Bravo squadron was concerned, Price could count himself lucky with the hits she had taken.

His face was pale, and his eyes widened in shock and pain. “I didn’t even see his movements!” Fist Mind thought in shock, his concern less about his broken body and more about the fact that his opponent was several times stronger than he was. He felt as though he was lying at the feet of a god, for only they could make him feel this helplessly useless; but the boy had given off the dignity of a Noble, much like he was. So how then? How then was he so strong?! “Invincible below the Ascension Realm indeed,” Fist Mind spat a mouthful of blood, snickering at himself for the arrogance that he had perceived to be confidence.

Once again, he used the Blithe Fist of Abomination. The Fourth Fist… The Fifth Fist… Each was more powerful than the previous. Nonetheless, James remained unscathed. The defense of the Invincible Body Siddhi was simply too horrifying. Even the mighty Blithe Fist of Abomination could not even make a scratch. “Die, Donovan!” James cried out. Powerful energy burst forth, and he charged toward Donovan. James’ current True Energy was almost equal to that of Donovan’s. After being struck by Donovan’s fists, James had already suffered internal injuries.

If it weren't for the blood marks on the surface of his body, Ding Hao would have thought that the killing tribulation had passed. The Invincible Fighting Method was running automatically in Ding Hao's body. That method was like a catalyst, incredibly changing the power in Ding Hao's system so that the icy mysterious strength in the Twelve Meridians and the fiery mysterious strength in the Six Strange Veins began an unprecedented fusion. The Invincible Fighting Method, known as the strongest method in history, gave play to incredible power at this moment. "Maybe we were wrong about the Invincible Fighting Method," the Saber Master muttered to herself and communicated with the Sword Master. S

It was a tremendously powerful artifact, and he immediately invoked its power. Suddenly, a formidable suction force emerged as the Thunder Emperor's thunderous fist clashed against the Demon’s Box. Astonishingly, the oppressive force of the thunderous fist was absorbed by the Demon's Box, dissipating up to sixty percent of its power. The remainder of the attack did not hit Josiah as he quickly spread his wings and flew into the sky.

His instincts told him that refining his body was the right move. Then, he extended his right hand and clenched his fist. For just a split second, the air around him twisted—warped by the sheer force of his grip. The power was insane, and that was just a casual test. He had not even tapped into his full strength. Felix smirked. "With this body and Dragon Punches, even Ashton from the Eight Guardians wouldn't stand a chance. I wouldn't even need to activate Lone Paragon to take him down." He exhaled, feeling the immense surge of energy coursing through his veins. Then, with a slight motion of his right hand, a brush appeared out of thin air.

Lionel roared as he assumed his stance, clenching his hand into a fist. His fist was charged with incredible amounts of spiritual energy and the furniture, tiles, and walls in the room exploded from the force of the energy. "Die, punk!" Lionel howled as his fist swung at Sebastian's chest. Chuck sighed from the corner of the room. "The Ironfist technique is truly terrifying." The Ironfist technique was a form of martial arts that utilized raw brute strength. Chuck turned to Lorraine and said, "As you can see, Ms. Carlton. This is Lionel's Ironfist technique. One blow and even a small mountain can be destroyed."

The man moved his wrist and took off his sunglasses. That man was truly an evildoer. He walked toward Storm calmly, his slender hand slowly clenching into a fist. His gaze was suddenly cold. Then, with an uppercut, he hit Storm into the air. Storm spun a few times in the air and staggered slightly after landing. A look of admiration filled the man’s eyes. “Not bad. You’re the first person who could receive my Tempest Fist and still stand up.” Storm’s internal organs were injured and he had a clear understanding of this man’s strength. This was a formidable opponent.

“No.” She gave him a sad smile. “No, I really don’t. Especially physically strong men – in my experience, they just use all that size and strength to hurt people smaller and weaker than them.” He sighed, suddenly seeing her innate and automatic reaction to him with different eyes. “I can understand why you’d think that.” She peered up at him, suddenly aware of what she'd just said. “Wait, Adam. I don’t mean you or Nick. I’m not implying that you guys would ever hurt me, or Mia, or anyone who wasn’t standing there in the ring, fighting you by choice.”