Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

He then turned around to glare at the person who had hit his head, “Ouch!” Mark stood still with his eyes wide open. A metal tray was seen on his hand that had frozen in the air with his arm stretched high. At that moment, Mark had regretted for playing hero to save Laura Knight. “Miss Knight, this is the best time to run” Mark swallowed his saliva and moved the metal tray on his hand to protect himself from the attackers. The other muscular man turned around to look at Mark and grabbed Mark’s collar to beat him up. “Where do you think you are going? You are not from Bloom City are you?”

But the moment Owen nearly blasted through the tree, Mark was there—his huge body a blur of motion. My breath caught in my throat. Mark didn’t say a word. Not a single sound. His body like a wall, blocking my view, and in that instant, the power he carried with him felt like a storm. The Beta’s son’s sneer faltered as Mark snatched the Beta’s son by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease, his grip like iron. The boy’s hands clawed at Mark’s wrist, struggling, but he couldn’t break free. Everything went quiet. No laughter. No jeers. Just the sharp sound of the Beta’s son’s breathing, gasping for air, his feet kicking helplessly as Mark held him there, effortlessly.

Spitting some blood, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and bent himself, heading towards Dominic like a bull. Dominic taunted him with his hand, beckoning him to come forward and when he did, instead of punching him, he bent down and slid on his legs with one leg outward, making Mark trip. He fumbled and tried breaking his fall but couldn't and almost flew towards Valencia who had been studying Sarah and if she was ok. He toppled into her but before she would collide with the back wall hard, a strong, muscular hand dragged Mark backward and sent him whirling to the side, crashing in the opposite wall.

The creep remarks. I twist my hand out of his reach, successfully spinning him onto the ground. The man falls flat on his back. It was a maneuver I had been shown long ago in a self-defence class. 'What to do when they capture your wrist.' The man stumbled back onto his feet and looked directly into my eyes. His once calm demeanour is now gone, to be replaced by a ferocious beast. The man shot his hand out towards me in an effort to slap me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. However, nothing came. I opened my eyes to see the creep being strangled by another man. He seemed to whisper something in his ear before the creep nodded. The man let go of the creep, who then ran away, e

" With that he launched forward and introduced Mark to his supersonic punch. Instantly, everyone's heart who was scared for Mark skipped a bit. The two other grandwar master stood there, convinced this supersonic punch by their colleague should do a perfect job. If the punch actually landed on his face, he would not live to see tomorrow. Bam! Mark leisurely raised his right hand amidst the crowds horrified gaze and effortlessly stopped the grandwar masters flying punch 'Is this all you got? He mocked "H...he stopped it!" Everyone including the other two grandwar masters gasped involuntarily, excluding Owen's, he carefully watched how Mark managed to hold a firm grip on the grandwar masters a

Whatever was going on, Mark tried to stay focused on the fight. A spark of hope recharged Mark when he knocked 2Pac off his feet a little. When Mark could see that 2Pac was off-balance, he lifted his foot, driving it into the metal man’s chest. The kick knocked 2Pac backward, but it didn’t knock him to the ground. After kicking 2Pac, Mark had that surreal feeling again. He went back to feeling like he was inside one of his son’s video games.

Alex I rubbed my forehead again, the pain in my side flaring up like it wanted to remind me I was an idiot for getting in the middle of all this. Mark kept pacing, his face red, fists clenched tight at his sides. Damien stood there looking tired but not backing down, and Jax just watched with that sharp look in his eyes like he was waiting for the right moment to drop whatever bomb he had. Then Mark snapped. He lunged forward fast, faster than I could grab him this time, and his fist connected right with Damien’s jaw. The sound was ugly, a solid smack that made my stomach twist. Damien stumbled back, hand flying up to his face, cursing under his breath.

Dom jumps and flips mid-air and lands behind the man catching him slightly off guard, The man spits at him and his eyes flash and suddenly he disappears, leaving Dom turning in circles trying to see where he went. A few seconds go by and then the man appears above Dom and jumps straight on top of him and forces him to the ground. He starts smashing Dom in the face blow after blow the crack of bones can be heard and blood is everywhere, Dom lets out a mighty roar which causes the man to cease. The man jumps off Dom and helps him stand, “good work son, but not quick enough” I am stunned that his own father is beating him like this is shocking and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. Dom sta

He sighed and hugged me tightly kissing my temple. Just as he reached my lip Mark entered the room holding a 40-year-old man... maybe 40s... completely beaten up. Busted lips. Bleeding nose.... well his condition was pretty bad, but the black suit told a different story, of course without those busted lips and..... stuff. Oddly familiar. Now who is this new entry Suddenly I heard a whip sound. Mark had a hard wood stick in his hand with which he just slashed behind that man's leg making him fall to the ground.