Luffy Fist Novels & Stories

Speed in my arms. Lily's eyes flicker from the normal forest green to that of Azura's. Green glow with specks of gold. The deep rumble of her growl tremored through her mind and into her throat. The design of the punching bag heightened as Azura's eyes matched with hers. Tightly woven fabric. She shifted her foot back to pivot with her hips as she brought her shoulder blade towards the center of her back. The growl reached up to her tongue and seeped through her elongated fangs. As she gritted them together, she thrust her fist forward. There was a flow of wind that pushed against her knuckles before her fist contacted the bag. The bag rippled from the impact and the chain that held it sudde

He had already calculated it. Laureffaine had never spurred with Lupus. This was the first time. Even though Lupus had thought her a few moves, they had never had a physical combat. Every throw had been calculated by Lupus and it got Laureffaine irritated. She couldn't even land a single hit. She wasn't giving up, she had to at least, give him a bruise or a bursted lip or something. She smirked as she did a 360 turn, rounding her fists and going straight for Lupus' torso.

At this juncture, the burly man arrives in front of Lucien and swings his large fist at him. "You're exaggerating yourself! Hmph!" Lucien sneers, raises his fist, and punches him in return. BOOM! Their fists suddenly collide, resulting in a terrifying violent explosion. The air stirred up by their fists lifts Lucien's hair, but he stands firm on the spot, not even batting an eyelash. On the other hand, the burly man is immediately sent flying by Lucien's punch. He takes more than ten steps back after regaining his feet, barely stabilizing himself and reducing the massive force of Lucien's punch.

I can’t hear them talking but I think that’s about getting Felassi. I saw the man laugh and Celeste turned into a lion out of anger. Just a few minutes later she punched it hard in the chest. Celeste gasped because of what she had done. Celeste's significant move was made by her again. That’s one of Celeste’s most famous moves especially when she’s furious and can’t control herself.

Lily hissed, yanking her arm free and taking a swing at the arrogant brute. The man ducked, his fist hitting her in the centre of her stomach before she could react. Lily grunted as the air was knocked from her lungs, but rather than battling against the painful momentum, she allowed it to take her to the ground, falling next to Rhye’s legs. She’d barely hit the dirt when the brute was on top of her, one fist catching her on the side of the head, the other grabbing her hair as he tried to yank her back to her feet.

As Lufian said that, he stretched out a big golden hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed the chubby body. “Lufian! “Stop! “Don’t force me!”

"Ash, this is my ultimate technique—Sixfold Carnage Fist. It fuses six different forces into one devastating strike. I'm passing it on to you now, so watch closely." His eyes narrowed as he tightened his fist until his knuckles cracked sharply. A terrifying pressure radiated outward. Six distinct currents of deadly force surged together, invisible yet undeniable. Each one struck like a sharpened blade. In a heartbeat, Lawrence launched himself through the air. His fist struck Maxwell with brutal precision and ruthless speed.

I can’t hear them from here, but Lysandra looks like she’s intimidating Eira again. I sigh, turning back to Kael. “Yes, can I watch again tomorrow? I like this one you did.” He puts his tiny hands into fists and gently nudges my cheek. “That’s called a punch.” I chuckle, pushing his tiny thumb into the fist. “And that’s how to make a proper fist.” His thumb juts out again. “Why? I like this way better.” “You can break your finger if you put it that way.” “Oh.” His eyes widen, cheeks flushing. He tucks his thumb back in and tries the soft nudge again. “Like that?”

He was driven by pain, a pain I knew all too well. But there was no time to dwell on empathy. My muscles coiled, and I countered with a strike meant to disarm, not to maim. My fist connected with the thick fur of his shoulder, a blow backed by the force of my Luna Queen heritage. The impact resounded through the clearing, a testament to the clash of wills made manifest.

“Lily is who you should be more concerned about. Not Rose.” The anger that had been lying dormant in my chest ignited instantly. I swung my hand harder than I did the first time, and I heard a satisfying crunch as my fist connected with his cheek. Denying him a chance to recover, I sent my other fist at him. It struck him in the jaw, and I felt something warm on my knuckles as his head swung backwards.