Naruto Fist Bump Novels & Stories

**bang **baNG! They fired at each other until the glass window broke. The furniture was broken and messed up. Miho then used an accelerated punch with a propelled bullet to attack Putter with her only working arm. Despite missing her first punch, Miho used the thrusting push from the compressed air shot from behind the glove to turn her full-powered punch trajectory toward Putter again. But Putter was unfazed and promptly grabbed her arm. His other hand pointed the rifle at Miho's face. "Go back and gain some weight and wait for your arm to heal before thinking of challenging me."

Zayren’s fist collided with his face in a brutal punch, the sound of impact echoing through the hallway. “I thought you were my friend!” Zayren snarled, his breathing ragged as he glared down at Minjae, who stumbled back from the force of the hit. “How dare you touch my Sarang?” Minjae lifted a hand to his face, a look of bewilderment and pain flickering across his features. Before he could regain his balance, Zayren punched him again, this time in the stomach. Minjae grunted, doubling over from the blow, but he didn’t fight back. He just stood there, taking the hits, like he was accepting the punishment.

I mumbled so ashamed of myself "what a stupid game, I decided to believe in him.... But he only did it so that I would feel protected... It's not will... He still loves Kyoto" I clench my fist from so much anger, disappointment and sadness, I frown and stare at him with my pupils burning with rage. I send a burst of my hand bouncing to his face so hard turning his face that the roar is heard all over the room, giving him a red on his right cheek "I hit him" I saw my hands somewhat surprised, the palm is very red. I look at my palm in surprise not knowing what I just did.... "what's wrong with you, are you crazy?!" he exclaims to me very angry.

“Argh, argh, argh!!!” In that instant, both of them burst out a roar at the same time. After that, the two swung their fists simultaneously as they charged towards their rivals at opposite sides. Both had mobilized their internal strength to their limitation. Finally, their fists connected on top of that massive statue in front of them. Boom!!! The sound of an explosion was heard! Along with a thunderclap, the moment their fists smashed into the statue, cracks spread out like a spider web on the body of the Four Faced Buddha statue.

That time, when Zhou Fu found that his grandfather did not react to his punch, Zhou Fu cursed repeatedly while clenching his fists furiously. “Next time, I will make grandpa scream in pain from my punch!” Zhou Fu tried to clench his own fists against his little belly, trying to see for himself whether the punch was really itchy on the skin. When his fist landed perfectly on his own stomach, Zhou Fu immediately let out a groan as he bent over holding his stomach with both hands. Anya's race doesn't itch at all.

I shake my head, a small smile still on my lips “Don’t worry your pretty little head for that. Just remember, I’ll protect you!” I extend a fist in his direction, a fierce grin on my face. Zen stares at me and my clenched fingers for long enough to make me embarrassed. “You have to bump it with your own fist.” I tell him, shaking my own one He raised his fist, lightly touching mine “Like this?” “Yep!” A laugh bubbles past my lips “This is a sign of achievement in my world!” “Like the thing with your thumb?” “That’s a sign for ‘everything’s okay’ or ‘I’ve got this.’” I tell him “Something like that, depending on the context.”

Ding Hao did not dodge. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right fist. With his palm turned upward, he lowered his elbow and withdrew his arm. Slowly, he clenched his fist to the right side of his waist. A mass of purple airflow visible to the naked eye gathered on his fist like a whirlwind.

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

They only had their bloodshot eyes on the dangerous Noah, their will trying as hard as it could to mask their fear. The teen's face showed no change. His hands balled to form a fist as he assumed another stance. Berserk Tiger's Punch! The unlucky person to receive that furious fist coughed up a large amount of blood as that punch directly ruptured her heart. Noah's actions didn't stop as he caught a fist flying towards him. His body twisted as he threw the owner of that fist upwards before slamming them down on the ground so hard, they were engraved into it. It was unknown if that person was alive or not.

He mused giving me his fist to bump. “Yeah, right.” I laughed, fistbumping him. “Let’s go get some shots.” “I am all down.” He rumbled, turning the car around.