Novel & Cerita Invincible Beat Up Face

He slumped down, unconscious, leaving just three more standing “Three to go," I muttered, locking eyes with the remaining men. They hesitated for a split second, then charged at me in unison. The third guy threw a punch that connected with my face, but I barely flinched. In response, I delivered a low kick to his kneecap, feeling it give way under the force. Before he could even register the pain, I grabbed his arm, executing a hand throw that sent him crashing to the ground. I didn’t let up, stomping on him repeatedly while dodging the attacks from the other two, until he lay motionless.

I shot back at Uncle Zack, my voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "What?" Uncle Zack bellowed in anger, his face contorted with fury. He moved closer to me and landed a stinging slap across my cheek before I could react. He punched me on my jaw unexpectedly, The force of the blow sent me stumbling, and I quickly moved my mom aside, trying to shield her from the escalating confrontation. As I staggered, I collided with the wall, feeling the impact jolt through my body.

I pulled on all I’d been taught in holding a defensive position until the opportunity to strike was made clear. He slowly circled me while he looked for an opening. He kicked me squarely in the face and I stumbled back, stunned. He hadn’t even waited for the signal from the referee for the match to begin. It was obvious this wasn’t going to be a fair fight. It was even more obvious the referee would do nothing to stop him. My senses were acute now. I countered Dumitru’s attacks and eventually gained the upper hand. Furious, Dumitru resorted to his vampire speed and strength. His kick to my face made such a loud crack that even those in the back of the room could clearly hear it.

He was on his feet in the same breath coming at me with easy ruthlessness and deliberate jabs to my gut. Vince was a great fighter one of our best but the only person who's ever come close to beating me was Nino... and he was the Enforcer for a reason. There was one rule when we were in the ring. Never go for the face. That rule wasn't instated on vanity. We are businessmen and we had an image to uphold, one a black eye and a bust lip wouldn't help maintain. That would only fuel the speculations of our dirtier side of business.

Bills let out a roar and charged at me like a wild beast. I waited until the last second, then sidestepped, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind him. Before he could fight back, I drove my elbow into the back of his head with all my remaining strength. His body went limp, and he crumbled to the ground, absolutely unconscious. My body was on fire in pain. My breath was ragged, my vision was getting distorted, but I wasn’t done yet. Alpha Mark groaned, trying to push himself up. His face showed the anger and humiliation he felt. I staggered toward him with my fists clenched tight. He barely had time to react before I drove a brutal punch into his face, sending him crashing back down.

Emma looked at him condescendingly and said, “Let me tell you, Rockefeller, they are fighters! Have you heard of a fighter? They are strong and scary! If you get on your knees now and chop two of your fingers off, I may consider forgiving you.” Alex smirked but said nothing. Beatrice pointed to one of the bodyguards. “It’s him! You… you should be careful! Should we call Michelle Yowell over?” She did not think that Alex stood any chance against the fighters. The fighters suddenly lunged at Alex. Slap! Smack! Instead, they received a massive slap on their respective faces. One was instantly knocked out while the other broke his nose and collapsed onto the ground with blood spewing out. Alex w

“This is all you get from my mouth, bitch.” Hector being adamant about pleas, delves a blow on his lips, tearing his lower lips from the combat, and blood trickles down his chin. For once, I’m in agreement with Hector as I leave him to shake Beta Nicholas a bit, while I rinse his filth off my face. The face of Beta Nicholas is visibly swollen on my arrival, Hector and probably Chris has done so much damage in a short time. Still not satisfied with it, I plaster a hard slap on his face, shutting his eyes from the impact.

I tackled Ivan to the ground. We hit the floor hard, the impact rattling through my bones. I immediately tried to pin his arms, but the little bastard fought like a wildcat. His right arm broke free—CRACK! A fist slammed into my face. I staggered back, momentarily dazed. Jason lunged forward, but Ivan twisted away. Erwin moved in next, grabbing him in a firm hold. But Ivan fought violently, twisting and kicking—his foot slammed into Erwin's knee. Jason was already moving. "Enough!"

he taunted, grabbing me by the arm and twisting it painfully. I bit back a scream, twisting free and striking again. This time, I aimed for his face, my claws slicing through the air. Vince caught my wrist mid-swing, his grip like iron. "You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that," he said, his smirk never wavering. "But spirit won’t save you." With a single, powerful blow, he struck the back of my head. Pain exploded through my skull, and the world spun around me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor.

Not when he's dealing with my father's men…and they're some of his best men. Within seconds, the big guy is on the floor… writhing, groaning, completely overpowered. Pathetic. I don’t even spare him another glance. My eyes are already back on Xavier. “Beat him up,” I say calmly. That’s all it takes. They descend on him. And this time… there’s no holding back. The first punch lands square on his jaw, and a sickening crack follows. He stumbles, but they don’t let him fall.