King One Punch Novels & Stories

Kiran looked at me and gave me the look of, "No respect, no mercy." He actually loves it when guys don't tap gloves with him, he says it doesn't make him feeling hard for going HAM. Translation: Hard As a Mother fucker. The bell rang and they each stepped up to the center of the ring as the referee stepped back and towards the ropes, keeping a close eye on the fighters. One kick. One kick that he learned from Raymond Daniel's, one of the upcoming greats, was all it took to knock out the tattooed blonde.

He fell to the ground heaving heavily. Chase's move was called One Inch Explosive Punch. It was a punching move that had an explosive effect that could put a hole through an opponent.

Not minding the worlds he must survive. Leo's heart would thump as he faced off against his adversary. When his clenched fists connected with flesh, he was a lad absorbed, his fists lashed out in a blur, his heart roaring with anger as noses and cheekbones crunched under his blows and bodies doubled over to a fist driven into the gut. Only when his enemy lays sobbing and bleeding upon the ground was his resentment quenched. No kid had ever been courageous enough to challenge him twice. Barely indeed did it happen that he was the one put to the cobblestones.

“Never get angry. Focus, Kai. Never show your fear.” He came in again with the same two punches and I blocked his arm upwards and landed a nice uppercut to his chin. He staggered backward and I moved forward with him, landing punch after punch as he struggled to regain his balance. I grabbed his arm and went in low and pulled his arm over my head and pulled backward. I flipped him onto his stomach with his arm twisted behind his back.

He needs another lesson, and he’s about to get it. The moment the referee blows the whistle, he comes at me. I don’t even pretend to give him a chance. I dodge a blow, aimed at my face, kneeling on the ground and using every ounce of power I have, I flat-palm punch him in the chest sending him flying across the field, outside of the battlefield and into a tree. When someone jogs over to him, they tell the ref that he’s out cold. The referee shakes his head but gives me the win. I get extra points for a single-hit win. “Luna, why didn’t you use a flat palm instead of punching him?” One of my warriors asks me.

The real fight is about to start, enough with all the playing. This time I felt the breeze of his giant fist passed an inch above my head, luckily I dodged it on time. I dodged left and placing an elbow in his face breaking his nose, and connected my left fist on him knocking him sideways like he weighs nothing. He went down on one knee and got back up just in time to arch around and missed my fist from connecting to his gut by barely an inch. I didn't allow him to recover, as I followed up with four fast and powerful punches landing straight on his face.

My family is the most harmonious one around because we're a blended family. Both my parents treat their children and stepchildren "equally". When money goes missing at home, my mother, Jessica Evans, always slaps me without even thinking of suspecting my older sister, Susan Chase. After meals, my father, Damian Chase, allows my older brother, James Chase, to rest. However, he threatens to take away my meal privileges if I don't wash the dishes. Even after they get into arguments, I always end up the sole outlet for their frustrations. Unsurprisingly, my mental state deteriorates. When Mom discovers the scarring on my arms, she looks at me with disgust. "You're too young to be acting de

She thought to herself. Just as the angry lady gets to where they're standing, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer to his side. Ah so he did do it on purpose, she realizes. He's obviously trying to make the angry lady jealous. He looks down at her and winks just as the lady gets up in his face and points an accusatory finger at him. “YOU!” she growls, her voice dripping with anger. As she lifts her hand to slap him. He gets a hold of her arm before her hand could get to his face.

I would never be ashamed of my simple origins. — This here, you little cock cuckold! — I blinked, preparing myself for the attack. I held the same hand wrapped in the towel and prepared to act. The target was in sight! Ready, I bent my right arm and punched him in the face in a move that was agile and unexpected for him. The target was successfully hit! He, who was not expecting me to punch him, received the full impact and bent forward, covering half of the hit spot. It was so little! Not completely satisfied, I put all my strength into my right leg and kicked him between the legs, knocking him to the ground.

"You make a good point. That's why I don't need to be reasonable with you." Kingsley sneered. "You're all talk." Then, he darted toward Gideon, swinging a fist at his chest. It hurtled through the air. Gideon didn't even budge, though. He kept one hand behind his back as he slowly raised the other to catch the punch. "What the—" Kingsley was stunned. He hadn't put his full force into the punch, but it was still capable of striking a cow dead. Yet, Gideon had caught it so effortlessly.