Romans & histoires One Punch Man Light

He did not waste time talking and instead looked calmly at Baldur. Then, he took a deep breath. This time, he changed tack and concentrated the intensely hot white, vital energy in the tips of the fingers on his right hand. Then, he threw a sharp punch. With a blast, the energy from his punch turned into a white light that pierced the air and reached Baldur. Baldur's pupils constricted. The speed of the punch was too fast, and even he was unable to sense it. With a bang, the light from the punch fell squarely on his chest, and his expression changed.

The result of the second participant was white light, and the score did not meet the requirement. It seemed that anyone who could hit the pink light would pass the test.I watched the methods and speed of the punches of those who passed. And I had a vague feeling that their punches were not even as powerful as the two punches Blair had just shown me casually. Soon, Blair went up. He looked relaxed and wasn’t as eager as the others.He just threw a light punch at the boulder, and it instantly emitted a dazzling red light that almost turned purple.He got a perfect score. Sure enough, his strength was not comparable to ordinary werewolves.

Once this was done Mane swung his fist towards Elder Dominic’s groin. “Extreme Burst: 1st Strike,” Mane exclaimed, depending on one of his oldest techniques to do the job. His fist was engulfed in a faint white light as it smashed into Elder Dominic’s groin, causing the old man to scream in pain as he was sent flying into a building several hundreds of meters away! *Boom*

He brandished his right fist, bringing it down against the Holy One's chest. "Argh!" "Shield of Light!" the Holy One fumed, scrambling to shout the chant. A shield forged of white light appeared before his chest, and Wilbur struck the shield with a punch charged with the power of the light.

With a clenched fist, he slammed his hand into the glass, causing it to dent. “That’s how you are now. A dent to everyone.”a part of him said. This made him clench his fist tighter, punching the glass again. No! It was not supposed to be him. This was not supposed to happen to him. He continued to punch until he made sure he got blood on his hand and on the glass also. Some of the pieces already fell to the sink, making him more annoyed. He turned on the water and washed his hand, not minding the sting he felt as he washed it. He walked out to his cabinet, taking out his first aid kits to treat the hand when he heard his phone vibrate.

Their Senior Brother Graham was strong but he was slightly weaker than the masked man. “109!” The masked man turned to one side and stopped his attack. He pulled the machete out of the corpse puppet’s body and the black-colored blood trickled down along the blade. There seemed to be lightning flashing above the blade with a crackling sound. The black blood was burned as the lightning was released and crackled with the released heat. With a loud bang, the 109th corpse puppet directly fell on the ground and dust flew all over the place.

Tanya raises her hand with a cold expression on her face, she hit his face pretty hard causing him to grunt in pain. Someone turn on the light, the man saw that it was Tanya who punch him. Seeing that the light is turned on, Tanya quickly took the bag and run. Tanya didn’t forget to throw the flour at them, making the whole room filled with powder, blocking everyone’s vision.

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

I simply willed. A shield of solid moonlight flared into existence between us. The man slammed into it with a grunt and crumpled, unconscious. Another came from the side. I flicked my wrist. A lash of condensed light, cold and sharp, snapped out and wrapped around his legs, yanking him off his feet.