One Punch Man Novels & Stories

the silver-toothed one shouts, charging at him. But Mr. Chane moves faster. He dodges his punch and kicks him hard in the back. The man falls flat. Mr. Chane grabs him and starts punching his face again and again. “Don’t—” Punch! “Ever—” Punch! “Touch a woman—” Punch! “Forcefully—” Punch! “Without her consent!” Punch! The man collapses, his head lolling to the side of the road, but he's not dead. He attempts to keep his bloodied eyes open, but fails as he continues to spit out blood. Mr. Chane pushes him aside.

I threw punches at him, but he kept blocking them, smashing his elbow down onto my head. I curled my side in, opening myself up to throw a quick but hard jab at his kidney. I rolled us over, so I was back on him throwing more punches. The pain in my side was becoming too much, and I needed to end this fight. I slammed one last hard punch toward his temple, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I got off him as the ref walked over. "Can you keep going?" He asked Flame as he blinked several times and tried to stand. He nodded and regained his steady feet.

I am snapping after the hands, but finding no way out. The man has a hard hold on me. A last punch against my ribs makes me howl in pain. But the hit also makes me focused. I manage to rip myself free and jump to my feet, Holding onto the black eyed devil, letting my powerful right fist smash into his face. Before the creep can react I grab his collar and send another hit into his face.

Uri waved his hand to struggle, but the man soon guessed his intentions. He reached out his other hand to grab Uri's hand, then pushed Uri's body against the stone wall behind him. His legs did not forget to weigh down on Uri's legs. This one hit made Uri's whole body seem to be drained of all strength. Hands and feet are as soft as vermicelli. The one-armed man simultaneously grabbed Uri's arms and lifted them. Uri was powerless, unable to move, could only purse his lips, close his eyes, and prepare to accept the coming pain.

Don Valentino huffs, readjusting the knuckle busters on his fingers. “Per favore,” the man cries with his head hanging in shame. The man grunts again, coughing and wheezing as Don Valentino punches him in the gut, once again. “I think you mistook my second chance as a sign of weakness, Mr. Nio Mancini.” “No….” He groans.

I limped towards him, while wiping the blood off with my shirt sleeves “It's just the two of us left.” He announced. ‘One on one.’ He growled and sped towards me, he gave me a punch in the chin, one in the tummy where I was badly wounded which made me spit out a mouthful of blood and the last punch landed on my Jaw. With my last bit of strength, I pushed him aside and began to take deep breaths. Suddenly, someone landed on the ground from the roof above. The moonlight made it difficult to see, so I squinted my eyes.

*Bang* The first beast Mane crashed into was Number 1. The giant ape was almost as large as Silver, and he wasn’t about to be done in so easily. Mane’s fists only found Number 1’s arm guards. And though Mane’s fists were several times smaller than Number 1’s fingers, his punch was ferocious. Number 1 was sent skidding back several meters, and his arms shook violently due to the powerful after effects of Mane’s devastating strike.

PUNCHHH! Adrian did not stop hitting his man. Even until his man fell unconscious. The condition of Adrian’s worker's face is very sad. Some parts are torn because the blow is too hard. That face was completely filled with blood. Not only his face but several parts of his body he managed to injure. And the man simply could not resist. He just gave up. Because if he fought back, his boss would do something even more dangerous. And if Adrian didn't immediately stop his attack, the man would surely die right then and there. Unfortunately, Adrian did not care at all.

This is a puppet within a shell of Justin. His punches are becoming sloppy. I let him deliver two or three more hits and then I see my opening. I punch him square in the jaw. His head snaps to the side and before he can regain his senses, I punch him again and again. He falls off me and hits the ground. I pin him down and wrap my hands around his throat. I squeeze tighter and tighter as I feel the fragile muscles within his next straining for reprieve. He won’t find any. Justin POV

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****