Madness Combat Mag Hank Novels & Stories

The shock wave from the hammer left a crater in the ground and forced Xasha back. This didn't phase him as he gripped his scythe and prepared for the next attack. He could already see Wanton Destruction coming at him with his stone coated fist. He used the momentum, pulled back and launched his first forward towards Xasha's chest. Xasha could tell that this man was a master of combat magic that had trained his body and owned his skills as a combat mage. He was a bare hand fighter and only threw out punches with his full power to beat down his opponents with brute force.

So I switched the channel to the next one and as I had suspected, there it was. The bright red box to the right of the announcer showed Nathan and his opponent, Cooper, as everybody knew him, indulging in appropriate combat till Nathan's demeanor suddenly broke off and he ended up on his knees after only two punches. My eyes were screwed shut when the situation got worse in the video and Nathan's face was bloodshot red in literal blood and strain.

In his mind, a deep-seated belief had taken root: Conrad was nothing but a punching bag. He could hit or kick him whenever he pleased, and Conrad would just take it. Even if he grew taller, went mad, or became stronger, he was supposed to take it quietly. And yet, the chauffeur’s mad son dared to fight back today. As his senses sharpened, Charlie quickly realized something was off. Conrad should have looked unsteady, incapable of resisting. But now, his eyes were clear, his aura commanding, and his movements composed. “This… this isn’t possible! You—” Charlie stammered.

“You carry more weight in my life than you will ever comprehend.” “You certainly have a strange way of marking it.” He rolled his neck, trying to stifle the growl in his chest, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “This is madness, Maddie,” he said quietly, clearly fighting to keep his wolf under control. “I don't understand why we’re even having this fight.”

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.

His body was leaned back against the tub, head raised high as if looking at something, but the irony of it all was that both his eyes were plucked out. I threw my hands over my mouth, stopping myself from making another foolish mistake that would only anger Aiden. “Grab his legs; I'll grab his hands,” Aiden orders. Nodding, I moved toward the other end of the bathtub to do as ordered. With my bare hands, I pulled Mr. Higgins’ legs as Aiden grabbed his hands. In unison, we got his body out of the bathtub. Damn. The man weighed a ton. I felt like I was going to drop him at any moment.

"YOU FOOLED ME!!" A punch! The sound of bones cracking vibrated. "YOU KILLED MY MATE!" Another dangerous punch. Blood seeped from The split wounds on Hanks' face. The gun had slipped from his hand, rendering him powerless. "YOU HELD ME HOSTAGE FOR TWO HUNDRED YEARS!!!" That was the last stroke that opened alpha Yazi's dam of rage and within three seconds he had unleashed two hundred punches that had Hanks' face jagged and messed up like a pumpkin pulp. You'd hardly discern the eyes from the nose.

"If you take the initiative to please my mentor and me, maybe you'll get to enjoy a life of luxury still. Otherwise, you'll be locked up and slowly tormented as we please. Hahaha!" Natalie's expression was grim. Just as she tried to think of something she could do, Hank made his move. He came dashing straight at her. The two SS-ranked experts tried to stop him, but due to the poison, they couldn't do anything. Even their punches were weak and posed no threat to him. "Don't you dare get in my way!" Hank roared as he sent the two men flying. They could no longer suppress the poison. Their blood splattered everywhere as they crashed onto the floor, passing out.

Bonnie is stunned for a moment by Madman's green eyes, but soon comes to her feet, giggling, "I just have a problem with guys who don't have a name for themselves. You look like one of those guys. Madman thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes; "So it's not me you're questioning, it's hypnosis. Then, as a former professional, I have some explaining to do." Hansel stood by, delighted to see his two men fighting. Instead of trying to stop them, he looked on from the sidelines.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.