One Punch Man Martial Artists Novels & Stories

“Hmph!” Alex snorted coldly. “I gave you a chance!” He ferociously threw out a punch at the dozen uniformed men charging towards him. Whoosh! An overwhelming force swept away the charging men. In the next second, the dozen uniformed men were sent flying. “Ahhh!” “What is going on?!” “He sent a dozen men flying with just a single punch. Could it be that Bro Alex is a martial expert?!” Many people in Dorothy-Alex Constructions who knew Alex were all stunned. This kind of scene that could only be seen in martial arts series actually happened right in front of their eyes!

This Manny who stood in front of him was no different from an idiot. He raised his hand and punched Manny in the face! This Manny was a well-known scoundrel in this area. He had practiced martial arts since he was young. Therefore, after roaming the streets for years, he had never encountered any tough opponents. That was why he was valued by Robbie and did many nasty things for him in the dark. However! Bam! Manny only felt a gust of wind and before feeling as if his face had come into contact with an iron wall! That huge force smashed into his face heavily. Manny’s pupils shrank as his eyes almost fell out of their sockets!

However, Henry tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand, and lightly tapped the man's chest with his elbow. Henry was a true master! The man's eyes widened with surprise as he quickly changed direction to avoid Henry's attack and then delivered another punch. They traded blows for several rounds. The man then launched another fierce attack, his fist carrying terrifying power. Henry smiled faintly, stood firm without moving, and raised his right hand to meet the attack head-on. "You're seeking death!" The man snorted coldly, exploding with strength. He had innate strength and had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, giving him an extraordinary body and terrifying strength

Chapter 1348 How...how is this possible? When the four people, who had been very arrogant, saw that Chester easily stopped the attack, they all widened their eyes in shock, especially the bald men. He found it unbelievable. He looked at his fist. The punch just now used all his strength, enough to kill a person. But now, it was easily resolved by this man Chester?! Chester raised his eyebrows. The martial art masters of the Martial Art Union did have some skills.

Not only his nose, but some of his teeth were also broken, but no one cared about that since they realized that the young man in front of them wasn't normal and he was very strong! "DON'T EVER THINK WE WILL LET YOU GO BACK HOME!!" Monica moved faster, and appeared before them, then without hesitation, struck them down with his fists, raining them until their faces were full of blood. The man that was bitten by the girl was in shock, but he quickly became serious. He was a judo practitioner and it was a very dangerous martial art when it was used in street fighting.

Xolvion said with a smile as White Mane could feel his body freezing from the stab wound. "Curse you... You let me think I had the advantage so that I would get careless." The Lion said, biting through the pain. But he didn't have much time to react as a fist covered in flame suddenly struck him in the chest, knocking him flying back through the air. "Phoenix punch!" Xolvion shouted as he slammed his fist into White Mane's chest, watching as he flew back and crashed into the ground before he rolled onto his feet. White Mane was in pain from the ice magic and now the martial art strike, looking down at the damage his body had received.

He wore a loose, white gi that fluttered in the breeze, and his hands were held in a loose, relaxed posture. The fight began with a sudden flurry of movement, as the shaven-headed man lunged forward with a wild punch. The slender fighter darted to the side, evading the blow with ease, and responded with a quick jab to the ribs. The larger man grunted in pain but quickly regained his composure, launching a series of powerful kicks that forced his opponent to backpedal. The slender fighter parried each blow with skill, slipping and weaving out of the way of danger.

I gestured to my right where two men stood, holding their fists up and ready to brawl. They started off with basic punches to show that they would know how to fight. The second man had a punch so strong that you could see dust flying around him while he hit the other guy. He was strong, really strong, almost impossible to block. The guy on the ground kept struggling against the punch, trying desperately to get away but getting nowhere. The guy who fought back was also pretty strong himself, his punches seemed to have no limit. And there was one more thing, he was able to control the strength of his punches so that they wouldn’t actually cause any damage.

I punched him square in the face, and was surprised when he returned it without flinching, spitting out blood from the side of his mouth. “It’s not a habit of mine to fight in front of women, but don’t be fooled by the glasses.” He took off the broken object, blinking really hard. “I am a mixed martial artiste. I’m convinced you’ll be able to hold your own, but I doubt you’ll be able to beat me.” Deep down I knew he was right, his stance wasn’t like that of a beginner and my face was beginning to feel numb. He didn’t just know how to throw a punch; he knew vulnerable spots to land hits.

Bima felt a fire of rage burning in his chest, no longer fueled by the threat of machines, but by the betrayal of the very self he was supposed to trust. "You said you were me," Bima hissed, stepping forward until his face was only inches from the figure’s. "If you are really me, you know exactly what I would do to someone trying to steal the hope of the people I love." Without warning, Bima launched a solid punch toward the man’s jaw. However, the man deflected it with a single, incredibly fluid movement, almost like the gesture of a martial arts master who had trained for hundreds of years. "That was a clumsy strike, Bima," the man said, his voice now carrying a piercingly cold edge.