Novel & Cerita Invincible Beat Up Face

That look seemed to fuel him. Riven roared and unleashed hell. He caught Jaxor’s next punch, twisting the arm viciously before driving his knee into the man’s midsection. Jaxor doubled over. Riven didn’t stop. A vicious elbow to the temple, followed by a hook that shattered Jaxor’s nose. Blood misted the air. The bigger man stumbled, and Riven finished it with a devastating uppercut that lifted Jaxor off his feet. The giant crashed to the canvas, unconscious, blood pooling beneath his broken face.

Bruises and cuts begin to show on his face, and I can also feel my face burning and throbbing in pain. I manage to pin him to the wall with my arm squeezing his neck. “If you think you’ve become invincible just because a mafia boss is backing you up, you’re wrong!” I hiss. “I outclassed Adriano once before, and I’ll do it again so you can rot back in jail!” Vincent hisses as he pushes me away before sending a kick to my abdomen. As I curl down to the floor, he aims for his cell phone. I barrel through the pain just to reach him on time before he can phone Adriano.

"Your armor looks a bit rusty, friend—" Before he can finish his insult, I snap my boot out in a lightning-fast kick straight to his elbow, forcing his joint to pop and releasing Rowan from his grip. In the exact same motion, I drive my fist directly into the center of his face. His head snaps backward with a sickening crack, blood spewing from his nose and shattered mouth in a magnificent, crimson fountain. "That is the principal," I growl. His legs go completely wobbly like jelly, and I drive a brutal front-kick straight into his gut, hitting him so hard his torso folds completely in half at the waist. "And that is the interest."

"What do you think?" "Just don't hit the face," Jin Chen pleaded, nearly in tears. The Beatdown "Fine," Sarah Vance noted, watching the scene. "No hitting the face." The words were barely out before Chloe grabbed Jin Chen by the hair and yanked. At the same time, her knee slammed violently upward. With a swift grab and a spin, she pinned his arm and slammed him to the ground. Then, ignoring his plea, she raised her fists and began a relentless assault on the face he cared about most. Even Sarah felt a phantom pain in her own face watching the beatdown.

"Didn't expect that, huh?" His fleshy arms got replaced by a pair of translucent ones. He got into a boxing position and focused on the enemy in front of him. The ghost screamed and tried to rip apart his face, but he just evaded, grabbed it by the arm, and pulled it towards the ground. After a quick punch in the face, the Chief released it and punched it in the ribs, next was an uppercut that made the ghost drop his defenses, and he ended with a punch to the face, slamming it to the ground.

I could sense Ivan’s aura glowing from anger. Men like him are predictable. They’re called d*cks for a reason because when it comes to hitting or fighting a woman, they go for the throat, punching their face, kicking their stomachs, or grabbing their hair. My hair was in a low bun and since I was taught to always guard my face and body, he was going to have a hard time getting a good lick off me.

I quickly withdraw it. “Aren't you going to ask me what happened?” I mumble softly that only he can hear. “No need,” he growls, his expression neutral before closing the car’s door with a bang, and I am left there sitting in silence. I didn't get much of that before Jax hauled his fist back and slammed it into Beckett’s face. Once Jax had thrown the first fist, Vance retaliated, and now the two of them were grappling feet away from me like fucking Neanderthals with no impulse control.

I drove tons of my fist into his face. They tried to drag me away, but I held on. Punching. Hearing bones crack. Revelling in it. He tried shift into his beast form. I did not let him. I beat him until he could not breathe properly. Until his face was unrecognizable. Until he stopped moving. Hands clawed at me, but hold on I did. I kept hitting. My knuckles split. Blood soaked my skin. I did not care. Only when his eyes were rolled back, his swollen face a mangle of blood and skin, did I finally stop.

I asked and pushed her to the wall. I didn't allow her regain her strength as I launched my new profound strength towards her, smashing my fists on her puny fucking face, I took all of my hatred and anger to destroy her, her scream fell on my deaf ears as I kicked, punched, scratch, beat the hell out of her. Suddenly, I was thrown across the room by some men who had come to save her. I laughed at the look on her face, she looked so badly ruined. I ruined her face, though those men began beating me again. I was happy that at least I destroyed Davina's face.