Invincible Beat Up Face の小説・ストーリー

These two words were enough to analyze this person's character. "Impudent. How dare you, an Immortal Master, be so insolent to me? I'm Invincible Immortal Emperor. No Face has nothing to do with me. Don't even think about smearing my reputation." No Face roared, and his eyes were full of killing intent. Chu Xun was in the Immortals and fought against three Immortal Emperors alone. He knew better than anyone how powerful the Immortals were. He thought Chu Xun was doomed.

He smirks as we both crash into each other, I try to use any of my powers against him, but nothing works. “Oh trust, I may not be invincible, but I know how to beat the hell out of you.” I kick my feet into his stomach, making him fly almost fifteen meters back. “Black magic may protect you from supernatural powers, but now let us fight man to man.” I punch him square in the face and he kicks me in the stomach with his knee. “We both know that you will lose when it comes to fighting with honour because you have no honour!” I smirk and jump up. I elbow him in his throat making him groan and cough.

Xolvion couldn't help recognise the voice and looked up, snapping out of his deep thoughts to see the men who had beaten him to near death the other day. "Fuck me, he's still alive!" Another of them said not believing it. "I've got a bone to pick with you, Ya little shit!" The bald one with three teeth shouted before he ran at Xolvion, raising his fist to punch him with all of his might. Xolvion smiled before he caught the mans punch in the palm of his hand. Surprising all of them by doing so. "Not this time," Xolvion said with a wicked grin, having powered up a lot since the last time they had met.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

Josh's grip on Ava didn't budge. "Nathaniel..." Ava's voice was hoarse and desperate. My jaw tightened. Scarface scoffed. "Or we could just take her, and you watch." That statement just did it. I moved towards them as fast as I could. I went for Scarface first, slamming my fist into his jaw. The force knocked him back releasing Ava from his grip, but he recovered quickly, lunging at me. I ducked, dodging his swing, and drove my knee into his ribs. A sharp grunt then a second punch to his temple.

before stepping out of the way. I glanced at Sophia who smiled at me, the mischievous glint in her eyes. "You are sure there isn't anything else I can do?" I might heal pretty quickly, but that doesn't mean getting jumped was a particularly pleasant experience. She shook her head, "It has to be this, an eye for an eye." I swallowed hard before nodding, then walked up straight to the biggest of the men and without any ceremony, punched him in the face. It was brief, the entire encounter, they quickly overpowered me, felling me easily and proceeded to beat the shit out of me while Sophia stood there, watching them quietly. As soon as they were sure they had gotten their feel

I motioned the last guy who was standing with Turner to come with a smirk on my face and he got hesitant to come but Turner commanded him to come. He then poured some white substance on my face and I lost my vision trying to clean the substance of my face when I felt a hard blow on my stomach and I groaned clutching tightly on it. "Finish her!" Turner roared loudly. I still couldn't see well but I could see his movements but my eyes were slightly blurry. Focus, that's what Vander always taught me on our trainings together. I listened to his loud footsteps and did a back flip and my knee found its way on his jaw. I punched him on the face countlessly and he fell down. I grabbed the bottle of

and with that she turned, about to intertwine our fingers back when the idiot spoke "Fucking Bitch" Vanilla turned, landing a hard blow on his face, I heard a crack, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell, passed out "Take that prick" She said, spitting on him I just watched, unable to do anything as I looked at the girl before me. She's not a damsel in fucking distress, She can take care of herself, very well. Where did she learnt how to fight like that?, the way the knife hit him at the right spot

“She might be a puttana, but she’s still a woman, and beating her to death solves nothing except creating a political mess we can’t afford.” “You don’t know shit—” Before he could finish, Vincenzo’s fist smashed into his face with savage force, snapping his head to the side under the impact.

he threw one desperate punch that grazed my cheek, and I answered by slamming his head into the mat. The crowd went quiet. Like dead quiet. My chest rose and fell like I was breathing fire. I stared down at him . Nikita was out cold. Gone. I fucking won. I stumbled back, blood-soaked, half-conscious, but victorious. I stood in the middle of the ring and roared. My throat burned. My body? Broken. But my pride? Intact. Commander Ivan or whatever his name was stepped forward, eyes gleaming like a damn proud devil. “Well done,” he muttered.