One Punch Man Light の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

, I mumbled, trying to hide my blush. "Stop what?", he rolled his eyes. "Stop making you blush?" "Jay", I lightly punched his shoulder as he cracked up. However, as soon as I punched him, my heart sank. Even my light punches could be harmful to human because I couldn't lessen the minimum strength I had. My eyes popped out as I held his arm when he was laughing. It might hurt and he wasn't showing. "Did it hurt?", I panicked. "What? Hurt? It was a light punch", he shook his head while laughing. I kept gawking at him. Was he serious?

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

He stood unready With his knees weak His arms were heavy There was blood all over his clothes already But he still had the energy to throw a punch a barrage of them maybe just a bunch but something wasn't right it was just a hunch He could evade properly In a weak state, but when he was strong, his reflexes came a bit late There was no logical answer for him to intake and the more he thought of it the more he couldn't think straight Well leave that aside and throw a bolt of lightning about a thousand volts to your opponent and give him a jolt, and make him hop around like a little colt that's how things were supposed to have gone but Shiro tried and couldn't get it done the armored man threw

I remain bold and press it deeper and firmly. “Please…” he pleads while his men claim to be ready to attack me. The over head light radiates brightly and thus helps me have a cleare view of their shadows as well so any move, I catch them quickly. “How about I just plug out your eyes just as you wanted to do to me? How about that!?” I bawl and punch him on his right side.he groans even louder and uses his hand to press the place j just hit.