Novel & Cerita Luffy Fist

Folding my fist in combat, he appeared to have seen what I was trying to create. He launched several fist attacks, but every single one went south as I defended them easily. Holding unto to one of his arm, I gave a thrilling blow to his stomach and pushed him backwards. Levi appeared to have been pissed with this act. He pulled off his cloak, revealing his bare body and this time, I launched the attack. He held on to my two hands and I felt a sharp pain on my head, once he head butted my face. He repeated the same move and I could feel the saltiness of my blood as they ran through my face.

Chu Xun's fist light with unparalleled power crushed the energy rush. Rumble! Chu Xun used a skill in his heart. Demon-slain Finger! Four fingers shot out at the same time, causing the void to distort and the ground to crack. The ancient and vast giant fingers seemed to be about to destroy the world as they smashed down on Ma Liangchang. Ma Liangchang's expression was extremely dark. He struck out four palms in a row, and the four palm prints expanded in the wind. In an instant, they became as big as mountains and grabbed at the Demon-slain Fingers falling.

At that moment, Maurice lost his patience, scolded, and shouted angrily at Darryl, "You b*stard, you are really courting death." After that, Maurice rushed forward and punched Darryl. Maurice's move was called Tiger Fist, which was extremely powerful and could break gold and crack rocks. To Maurice, the guy in front of him was just an ordinary mountain person. He would certainly die immediately after getting punched by the Tiger Fist and not have any chance to live. "Ah!" Seeing Maurice's punch, Darryl was shocked and pretended to be scared. "It's fine if you refuse. Why did you have to attack me?"

Meanwhile, a pillar of light appeared vaguely and shot straight up into the clouds. After their fists separated, Leviathan used the ancient Muay Thai fist technique, which he was proficient with again and constantly blasted more attacks at Tyr. Tyr did not dodge at this moment. Instead, he let Leviathan’s fist shower on him like a stormy rain. He just remained there like an unwavering mountain that stood firmly in the thunderous rain. “Leviathan, you have lost!” Finally, Tyr held back a mouthful of blood as he stared at Leviathan, who was constantly attacking him from the opposite. He smirked demonically.

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.

"STOP IT!" Lifting my knee, I draw on all my strength and slam it between Fineon's legs, causing him to howl in pain. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I let my fist connect with his solar plexus and then slam my elbow into his back as he doubles over and gasps.

What the hell was going on? How could Liam, that cocky bastard, catch Rain's fist? Rain was very confident in his capabilities. He was a fighter of two-star military king caliber. Besides, he already packed all of his power in that punch. A bull would be crushed into pieces in an instant by that much, let alone a man. However, what Rain could not believe was that Liam was able to catch his fist and was so calm when he did it. Was Liam not just at the level of Fourth Order War King?

She took a step to the side, assessing Luca, looking for any weakness. Grin turning feral, Luca slunk lower. He wasn't going anywhere, all too eager to match his skills against hers. Reaching out, he motioned Sydney forward with two fingers. "Bring it on, sweetheart." Sydney did just that. Shockingly fast, she darted forward, throwing a right punch followed by a left-handed jab and then a right uppercut, seeking the soft, fleshy area of Lucky's throat. She didn't make contact. Lips curled into a smug grin, Lucky blocked every strike-until Sydney spun in an incredibly powerful roundhouse kick straight to his jaw.

Soon, they finally got a clear look at Lenny's face. He looked young, almost childish. "Dragoria has produced another terrifying level-nine powerhouse?" Lindor muttered. Lindor and the others were standing opposite Lenny, giving them a clear view of him. Lenny's body was emitting a red light, and there was also a swirling mist that did not dissipate but lingered around him. The mist vaguely formed a dragon shape. Lindor found this scene exceptionally familiar and quickly recalled what it was. "This... This is the Dragon Fist. The former first-ranked level-nine of Dragoria also used this move!" he exclaimed in shock.

So, I accept his stupid fight. Lion starts off soft on me, letting me hit him with a couple of weak hooks and explaining a bit between punches, but after a while he stops talking and starts destroying me. And I'm not ready for this. "Hands," he yells, before punching me straight in the cheekbone, and I put my hands up to cover myself even though it's useless now, "You're not even making an effort, man." "I can't move," I whimper, wiping the sweat that's dripping off my forehead, "Can we call this over?"