One Punch Man Innocent Smile Novels & Stories

His face twisted with rage as he pressed a towel hard over my mouth and nose. "You've only got yourself to blame for being too smart, Jasmine. If you'd just admitted the guilt like we told you to, things wouldn't have come to this. Yvonne's health has always been fragile—unless you're gone for good, she'll never have peace of mind. We'll all be grateful to you for it." The towel stole my breath, and with the dust choking my nostrils, I inhaled even more of it. The lack of oxygen sent waves of darkness crashing over me. Out of sheer survival instinct, I snatched up a shard of broken glass and drove it deep into his hand.

In less than two seconds, he reached in front of Dustin and threw a punch at Dustin’s chest. That stance and throw could paralyze the heart and immobilize a person, but it was not fatal. Bam! The punch landed solidly on Dustin’s body, and Otto smiled triumphantly. Nobody had intervened. He had succeeded! However, when he raised his head and saw Dustin staring at him indifferently without even a hint of pain on his face, his face changed instantly. “You… how are you unharmed?” He was in disbelief. Ordinary people could not withstand such a blow. They would have instantly fallen to the ground.

We got him right? My inner voices all seemed to scream at once and without knowing, a small smile began to creep onto my face. Yes! He did smile at me but why the fuck am I so happy about an Innocent smile?

Guard one throws the first punch and I dodge it "Agh come on if you're gonna hire hitmen to take me out mi amore you should have hired people that are worth your money" Guard one tries to punch me again but this time I grab his fist twisting his arm until I hear a snap. He drops down to the floor groaning out in pain, I got distracted making Guard 2 kick me on my back stumbling to the floor I fall face flat I decide to stay down just to buy myself time. He walks up towards me and he crotches on one knee

After a few minutes watching him, he takes his hair and pulls it to raise his face and thus detail his expression, the man's ragged breathing lets him know that he is still conscious but just barely, he blurts out annoyed “Damn weakling ...” and without further ado he punches him in the face that knocks out a tooth, I see how he shakes his hand and curses under his breath even it hurt him, I shake my head and approach the man “Hotchner, we can continue with this or stop, it's up to you...” the man raises his face towards me as he can and answers in just a whisper “Go... to... fuck... Dark...” he smiled broadly and whispered back. “Okay… Claus…” I call my best friend who this time comes with

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

he lays thick emphasis into the word, making me laugh again, and from the corner of my eyes, I see that his lips are stretched into a smile as well. I throw the punches, he calls them weak. Corrects me and I go again. “If I imagine I’m hitting someone’s face, will it help?” I ask, taking the bottle water he offers, even mad at me, he’s still caring. He walks to a sand box dangling in the air, strapping his fists up, he gives two quick successive punches, the box breaks. I gasp. “That’s amazing!” He gives me a dead pan look, “Do you want to know who’s face I imagined?”

Happy Smith sneered and slapped cultivator's chest. His five fingers had turned green at this moment, as if they were coated with poison. At the same time, he gave people a feeling that wherever his palm went, the void would be corroded. Happy Smith moved much faster than the cultivator. Just as the cultivator was about to raise his arm, Happy Smith’s palm almost hit the cultivator’s chest. If this palm hit the cultivator, his whole chest would explode in an instant. At this time, a hand reached out from the side. When the palm was less than an inch away from the cultivator's chest, it held Happy Smith's wrist.

I shockingly asked. He went closer to me and chuckle. “Silly, not me. It’s my friend’s,” he said, looking at his back. A man in white coat suddenly appeared with a stethoscope around his neck. His mischievous grin plastered in front of me. “Finally got your name, Miss One Punch Woman.” --

" Punch I looked at the face of soon to be dead idiot growing more impatient for his answer as seconds ticked by. He wanted to catch some breath as blood poured out of his mouth staining his previous whites. I leaned a bit away from him in rage as I took him in picturing how I would cut him limb after limb for touching what was mine. I smiled sadistically as I figured I could do that in this very room, imagines were not needed. However my smile was wiped out harshly when I really looked at him. His bruised face rhymed badly with his severely broken nose, the light blue dress shirt he wore previously accompanied with black slacks was stained without recognition by the blood he continuously sp