One Punch Man Sucks Novels & Stories

And in an instant, I saw blood dripping from it. My eyes grew big and my lips part a little. I was speechless. I tried to look at the man but his face was looking to that boy. “Tsk, why do I always need to see your shocked reaction?” the man hissed. He put down his arms and slowly turned his face to me. “Hello, Ms. One punch girl. I got that nickname when you left a strong punch before walking out the hospital,” he said with playful grin. ---

The man continued . “Dirty trick?” I scoffed as I looked at the man. “Now I know why you can never become a superior. Scared and definitely feeling inferior. But there you go, feeling dominant over a lady but can't even face your fellow man.” I chuckled softly in a mocking manner and the man had punched me so hard as blood rolled from my nose and mouth as well. “You all are just weaklings and nothing more.” I scoffed as I staggered back on my feet this time around.

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.

(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.

However, Ethan merely smiled contemptuously and raised his hand. Boom! The man’s punch was blocked by Ethan, who caught his fist firmly. After that, he laughed lightly and said, “Too weak!” The man in combat uniform was completely shocked! That was because his punch was not ordinary. It contained at least 300 to 400 kilograms of force! However, such an explosive punch was still blocked by the man in front of him! The next second, the corners of Ethan’s mouth curled up as he exerted a little force in his hand.

yelled an elder next to him immediately. It was futile, however, as Fane reappeared before that man and punched him above his chest. Thoom! A powerful blast was heard as the man in the initial stage of the true god-level was sent flying by Fane’s punch. “Goodness...! But how?! This man is in the initial stage of the true god level and has a durable body, yet he’s sent flying just like that?” exclaimed one person upon witnessing the sight. This proved just how strong Fane’s blast of power within him through his punch.

This punch hit Harold directly in his pubic area. Harold was an ordinary person with no fighting skills at all, and Charlie’s punch was sufficient to destroy his manhood. From now on, Harold would become an impotent man. As soon as Harold felt Charlie’s punch in his lower abdomen, he could not help but to lie down on the ground as he rolled around in pain. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life! Not only that, but Harold did not know the consequences of this punch and how it would completely change his life.

their punches were fast, precise, and it felt as if one would instantly die if he got hit by them. the way they moved was awfully machine-like and one could understand why they didn't use handheld weapons after seeing the amount of blades they could eject from different parts of their bodies. but despite the the intimidating features these things had, the only problem that Inumaki and his boys had was the problem of numbers. their metal bodies were no problem for Fubuki's icicles, all he had to do was give them a little freezing touch then pierce through.

Bam! The power surge from the punch was thrown like a crashing wave, and every prodigy who rushed over was caught in the crossfire. With a bam, their expressions changed into one of terror. Their bodies were defenseless and were like helpless boats facing a monstrous wave in the ocean. They were capsized and swept away on the spot. The people who were sent flying by Dustin’s punch fell to the ground. Some vomited blood, while some fainted. This time, Dustin’s punch was several times stronger, and it was not something that these Martial Saints could withstand.

All I wanted to do was rip his shirt open and drool all over his eight pack. He turned my hand palm up and I winced, the hand still slightly sore from the punch I threw at his face. “Your form when you punched me earlier? Absolute garbage. Your thumb was tucked inside your fist. You could’ve broken it," he told me, and it was like he tossed a bucket of ice cold water in my face.