One Punch Man Idk Novels & Stories

They looked each other in the eyes and then the bald man said. “Don’t go back on your words.” Then, the bald man said. He took a step backward a second later and in just a snap, a full force of a punch was launched to his direction. It was just a second difference when Primo managed to dodge the hit. If he was not focused at that moment, surely he would be thrown at the wall. It was such an incredible force! Utterly different from the previous ones he fought with. What amused him even more was the man didn’t look like he used the full force of a punch.

(Nikita's P.O.V.) "Don't hesitate. PUNCH!" "B—But..." "One more 'but' from you, and I'll find a new partner to pair with." My threat made Manuel put his hands into position. He threw a punch. I swiftly dodge his attack, locking his hand in my arm, and using my kick to limp his leg. He collapsed on the ground, knees first. I hurriedly moved my hand to his head. "A—Arghh!" he whimpered.

"Yes, I am okay. How about you?" "I am a strong man. One little punch won't kill me. Don't worry!" Ramon 's phrase, "One little punch," reminded Tera of Sebastian's punch that night. The memory of that incident was still very clear in her mind – Sebastian had punched Ramon so hard that the heir to the Corporate had bled profusely from his mouth and nose. So, the phrase "one little punch" felt like it was underestimating and belittling Sebastian's blow.

In the fighting no one tells their real name but they have assigned their nick names by which they will be addressed due to keeping their privacy. The man straightly landed a punch on Joaquin's jaw and a sudden pain shot in his jaw but he cared less and stood there firmly. He didn't bother to dodge himself from his punch like he was intentionally taking it. The man was shocked himself so does the other but cheering for him didn't halt.

"That's amazing, Mr. Frankton! You're so close to the wall, but you punched it away anyway. It goes to show how strong you are!" Frank smiled, perfectly composed. "It's called a one-inch punch. It'd be weaker if there's more distance."

LUKE POV After the football match, I returned to my horrific apartment which was just a bedroom flat in a really bad shape, I couldn't stand people following me wherever I went, that's why I always left school early. Every time Luke can you go out with me? Luke, can you be my friend? Luke, can I have your number? Luke, can I have your I*******m handle? Luke this Luke that...Luke doesn't care about all of you or anything else. I punched the walls and my hands went through them and I shook my head when I saw that the wall was almost falling because I have punched too many holes into them.

But I was not going to back down. "I will not give you anything. Now get out of my way," I growled. The large man's face twisted into a scowl and he lunged his fists at me. I dodged to the side, landing a blow to his stomach. But to my surprise, my punch did not put any impact on him. He still stood still, like he had not gotten hit. The man looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. "You punch like a fly." Because I found react, he sent his fists towards me, landing a blow to my jaw. The mere impact sent me flying backwards and landing to the floor. My jaw burned with a sharp pain and groaned as I tried to pick myself up from the floor.

The crowd roared, chanting my name, their belief in my invincibility pushing me forward. The man lunged, throwing a heavy punch, but I dodged it swiftly, stepping back and countering with a calculated blow aimed at his chest and then his face. He sidestepped with surprising agility, landing a jab against my chest. I stood firm, unmoved, letting him think his punch had as much impact as a breeze. But he wasn’t backing down. This man was a serious fighter, matching my energy in ways most couldn’t. The fight intensified, every move strategic, every hit calculated.

I went through the last push-up before my arms let down and I let my body collapse on the floor. "No time for breaks Stanlay! The enemy is not waiting for you when you get tired." Karish warned me. "I do not see the point in doing all this! There is no enemy!" I complained. "I did not ask to be One Punch Man." I muffled against the carpet. "What?" in Karish. I was not sure if he did not hear me or did not understand the reference. I turned on my back and leaned on my elbows facing him. "Do you know the manga One Punch Man?" I asked and he shook his head.

"He's what?" Triston was thinking of telling a lie, but he was out of ideas due to his nervousness. Suddenly he received another punch at the same spot and felt like he had been hit by a truck. The guy who punched him was a huge guy who looked like he was some sort of a bodybuilder, and he didn't go easy on his punches. Even his friends were the same, enormous and bulky, exactly like him. " I won't repeat it again. For the last time, how the f**k are you related to Malcolm Cliff?"