One Punch Man Raw Novels & Stories

(Nikita's P.O.V.) "Don't hesitate. PUNCH!" "B—But..." "One more 'but' from you, and I'll find a new partner to pair with." My threat made Manuel put his hands into position. He threw a punch. I swiftly dodge his attack, locking his hand in my arm, and using my kick to limp his leg. He collapsed on the ground, knees first. I hurriedly moved my hand to his head. "A—Arghh!" he whimpered.

John pushed Paulo to the floor before kneeling down and punched him multiple times on his face. John's eyes are enraged as he punch the man on the floor, no one was even trying to stop him. Paulo laughed in his misery. This is how powerless he is. In front of a man like John Hulson and Noah Dalton, he's nothing but a mere rock that is insignificant when not shining. "Stop." John looked at the woman who held his arm. His eyes are in blaze as he stood up and was about to hit he woman when another hand held his arm.

Finally, he felt more secure. After that, he threw a punch. His fist was like the sun. With his strong body, he punched at the light pillar with pure power. The light pillar flashed for a second after the attack. And that was all. Other than its color being a little lighter than before, the attack dealt no damage.

I swiftly pulled the gloves over my hands. "Alright, now give me your strongest punch. Don't hold back," Renin instructed, assuming a fighting stance with both feet firmly planted. Rolling my shoulders back, I drew my right arm back and then threw a punch at the punching pad on Renin's left hand. An unseen force pushed Renin back slightly, causing his feet to slide a few inches. He quickly regained his footing and returned to his original position.

“Rule number one: never lose focus.” Right. Focus. That was easier said than done with him standing there, shirtless and impossibly composed. “Now, throw a punch,” he ordered. I blinked. “At you?” “Unless you plan to punch the air, yes.” I hesitated. “Wouldn’t it hurt?” “With those arms, I doubt it,” his smirk widened, “now, throw a punch.” I took a breath, curling my fingers into fists. Then exhaling at the same time I threw the punch.

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.

Uno snorted. He launched a jab aimed at Cliff's head, and Cliff promptly raised his free hand to block it! Crack! His bones broke as what felt like a hammer bludgeoned his arm, leaving him screaming a blood-curdling cry! Uno did not stop at that, however—he punched Cliff in the head, cracking it and leaving it bleeding! Cliff dropped to his knees and would have collapsed into a heap if Uno was not still holding his other hand. "Cliff?" Vicky's eyes widened in surprise—the man was pawnarch-tier and was defeated so easily?

I began as I approached him, "let's start." I threw the first punch across the old man's face and it looked like his fake teeth were going to fall out. Another man tried to slip me up but failed as I took my legs swung them around swiping his stomach. The heel acted as a knife so clearly cut hm. No scrap that, it was a stab for him. The third man came from behind that gave him a head starts in this little fight but unfortunately for him I had some very fast and I dare to say the fastest reflexes that I had ever seen. He went across the room slamming into the wall opposite. The first man that I put down had come back for more. He was old; so, I made a wild guess that 4 punches would kill him.

Her eyes started to roll back. I let her go at the last second, even though I wanted to kill this bitch so bad. My hand throbbed from the force. My fingers felt sticky with her tears. She stumbled away, breathing hard and ragged. Her hands clutched her bruised throat, coughing and gasping for air. I punched the wall hard with my fist. My knuckles split open. Sharp pain shot up my arm. Warm blood trickled down my fingers. I shouted all my anger out loud. The raw sound echoed through the room, hurting my own ears.

He didn't think; he reacted. He lunged forward, his fist glowing with a violent violet light. He channeled everything he had—every scrap of energy left in his starving cells—into a single punch. CLANG. The sound was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Baraka’s fist struck Subject One’s chest. The impact sent a shockwave through Baraka’s arm that shattered his own wrist and forearm. The bone snapped in four places, the jagged ends piercing through his skin. Subject One didn't even flinch. He didn't even move an inch backward. He looked down at Baraka’s mangled arm with a curious tilt of his head.