Novel & Cerita King One Punch

After that, they all put down their silverware and came to the courtyard. In the courtyard… Stanley looked at Kayson gloomily, “Let me tell you something, kid. I practice the Dynamic Punch. I’ll be able to kill you in one strike with your body. “Even if I go easy on you, you’ll also suffer severe injuries. So if you admit defeat and go away now, I’ll spare your life.” Kayson chuckled. “Dynamic Punch? This is interesting… But it seems a bit unfair to me if I win, don’t you think so?”

“You’re just a bodyguard. I’m a Crown Prince. I have power you can’t even begin to understand.” I laugh out loud, as if I’m going to be intimidated by this prissy man-child. “In hand-to-hand combat, you’d lose every time,” I warn. “I’ve been trained to take down the most cunning assassins. You think a little bitch boy from a nowhere kingdom is going to intimidate me? You’re sorely mistaken.” River clenches his fist, clearly ready to swing. I ready myself for the fight, my body tense, my stance defensive. I can take him out in one move if I need to. He doesn’t stand a chance against me, and we both know it.

I block it again. He makes another punch, and I see it. I see a perfect opportunity in the way he thinks I'm a coward, never throwing a punch. So I throw the punch, millisecond after I've blocked one from him, straight to the kidney. He steps away, unprepared for the punch, and I throw another one, to another kidney. Immediately he begins to throw punches back, and I miss one, getting hit into my shoulder. Fuck, that hurt. In the distance, I can hear a whistle; ten seconds are over.

Without any hint of tenderness, that large fist which consisted of five pillars Aiden called fingers, crushed into Kylie’s abdomen and smashed her into the ground! *Boom* The deafening sound of the new protege of the Kingsman Family striking a new intimate relationship with the cold hard floor should have signaled the end of the bout; but things were not over yet. They were far from being settled. “Oh? That’s…novel” Aiden lifted his brows in surprise, absolutely stunned by what he was witnessing.

"With a grade six spirit tool, how dare you embarrass yourself in front of me?" He clenched his five fingers, and with a crack, Caspian directly crushed the token into pieces. Then he took another step forward. His whole body burst out a roar like a lion's, and he punched out in the air. There was no cultivation skill, magic, or magical power in one punch. The violent power hit the other token like a meteor or a meteorite. The platinum light only flashed. The remaining token with the “reward” character on it suddenly cracked and then exploded in the air.

He was unafraid of the assassin and confronted him openly. The audience rose to their feet to show their support for both of them. Killer threw his killing punch, and Junior easily seized his hand and appeared to him in the style of the first Bruce Lee. He broke Killer's right hand and attempted with his left. Junior continued to do the same to his left hand, causing him to lose both hands.

If I stop, and I lose, I prove that all this training meant nothing. Kael throws a fourth punch, and I see it coming before he even shifts his weight. I step inside his reach, close enough that his punch cannot generate any power, and I drive my fist into his stomach. He grunts and stumbles back, surprise flashing across his emotionless face. It is the first time I have seen any expression from him at all. Before he could recover, I hit him again. My fist connects with his jaw, and his head snaps to the side. Blood flies from his lip. He staggered but did not fall.

I just needed to find an opening. He raised a hand and sent a flying punch to my jaw, causing blood to drip down my nose and mouth by this time. He forgot to make a dodge after his punch so I took advantage of it, and I swung at his side. I heard a crack and he collapsed on the floor. The referee started the 10-second countdown, the crowds joined him and by the time it got to zero the crowd roared.

It appeared as if his speed had reached its extreme, delivering nine punches in the same instant. Immediately after, his body returned to its original spot. The nine living beings’ bodies had exploded, turning into blood mist floating in the air. Xzavion was not a merciful character either. Even though he had given a warning, he would not show mercy if these otherworldly living beings sought death. He killed the nine powerhouses from the other world with a single punch. After the punch, he turned and looked at James. With a satisfied look on his face, he asked, “This punch surpassed the limit, didn’t it?”

An uppercut toss him meters away. His tooth forcefully depart his tooth. He bleed and groan non stop. I leap with a massive punch directly to his chest. It burys him deeper into the ground. He also forcefully puke black coloured blood. But I care less. I roam his pretty face with numerous punches. My every punch highly disfigures him. He scream non stop and continually battles survival. I finally stop. I stare distained at his disfigured face. He gasp for slow arriving breath. I aim another punch.