Gojo Punching Novels & Stories

Wilson finally felt satisfied. He faced it with a foot in front and another behind. He was finally going to get serious with the black punching bag. He threw a left-handed jab. His hand was repelled without touching the sandbag. He began to throw straight heavy punches on the sandbag but nothing changed. The result remained the same. His fist did not once touch the sandbag, stopping mere centimeters away from the metallic surface. His punches slowly increased in power and his face got more and more serious until it contorted into a deep, furious frown. *piak* *piak* *piak* *piak*

Blood exploded at the point of impact, and Ewan bellowed, clutching his face. Joanna didn't stop. She jabbed a punch at one of his eyes, hitting the spot hard. He snarled and swung out, clipping her head, and she stumbled. Her ears rang, but she kept her balance and went back for another blow. She grabbed his shoulder to drag him down. The aggressive move caught him off guard, and he bent forward. She rammed her knee hard right into his groin.

Go Jo Woo widened his eyelids, while he wasn't at all ready. "Yaaaah!!!" Cho Ye Joon punched fast and fast right on Go Jo Woo's left cheek. Go Jo Woo was carried away by the strong current of Cho Ye Joon's fist. Moreover, the two bodies that were fused together seemed as if he had been hit twice at once. His lips splashed wet saliva in the opposite direction. His body swung freely very far. Far, far, far from the edge of sight. “Aaaaah!!!” The scream was so far away that it could not be seen from in front of Cho Ye Joon. His face glanced slowly to the side—the subordinate Go Jo Woo was there.

Jairo delivered a vigorous punch enshrouded by inner energy as hard as steel. Noticing the situation, Kayson channeled his lightning energy and punched as well! Feeling a sense of threat, Jairo dodged Kayson’s punch before he turned around and raised his leg to kick Kayson. Kayson’s expression was calm. He gathered his steel power and raised his arm to throw a punch at Jairo’s thigh. A bang was heard, and Jairo’s expression changed drastically. Soon afterward, he backed away for a few meters with loud thumps.

He said as if nothing extraordinary was happening. In a flash, Jo was already standing in full armour and holding a bamboo sword in her left hand. It seemed like the opponent whom she wanted to "fight" didn’t like the idea of training with an already injured contender. He was explaining something to her by gesturing. However, he missed the arguments because she started attacking him after shaving. To an audience, it looked like her sparring partner was not thrilled; he had to defend himself. Mike watched her every move carefully. He silently admitted that she was fine. She repeated the blows extremely quickly. Her opponent defended himself, so it was not easy for her to hit the body zones al

He throws his shirt over to the couch. I frown a little. "J-Jason I don't want to hit you." I look at his perfectly toned abs, before looking back up at him. "I'll be fine." He says walking over to me. "You've gotten use to standing in place while punching, so now you're going to move around. When I walk forward you move back as you punch, and the same when I step back, then you walk forward as you punch me. Right here." He points to his body. "Two left jabs and a right cross." He tells me.

"Go ahead and try, jerk." With that, I lunged at Jiao, and he dodged, just as I thought he would. He was such a coward. I punched him in the face, splitting his lip. I kneed him in the groin, knocking the wind out of him. Take that, fucking bitch. I felt a strong grip on my shoulders that pulled me back. The other man slammed me against the wall. I groaned as I felt bruises starting to form. I chuckled and pulled down my shirt.

I say as I walk slowly trying to figure out his routine. "Not everyone is predictable. Some may always throw a right starting combination. But some people were trained to use both hands equally." Takoa tells me. He is talking about himself. Now I'm in trouble. I move in closer and prepare for the same punch but change up to aim for his torso. He dodges the first punch but I land the second. I slide between his legs as he tries to turn in time. I punch the back of his knees as he goes down. "Good!" He yells. "More. You can't let up when you get a hit. You have to finish them before they finish you. A pretty girl taking them down hurts worse than a broken bone."

He swung a punch at Kanzo, but once again, Kanzo dodged it with ease and agility. Sergio stepped forward to punch Kanzo again with mounting fury, and Kanzo effortlessly circled around him, then locked his arm from the side. Without warning, Kanzo twisted Sergio’s arm and slammed him to the floor, causing him to scream in pain. The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard coming from inside the room.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.