One Punch Man Sucks Novels & Stories

Danial’s eyes barely had time to widen in shock before the man’s fist was coming straight for him. So fast! Danial raised his arms just in time to block the strike, but the impact was devastating. The punch landed with a thunderous force that sent shockwaves through Danial’s body. He was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the stone wall behind him. The wall cracked under the force of the blow, and Danial felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, struggling to regain his breath. His arms trembled from the sheer force he had just absorbed.

The guys are at least double his size. The two men crease up with laughter. “What are you gonna do with that, pipsqueak?” The one smirks while leaping forward to attack Lee. THUD. The man flies back, grunting like a pig, and grabs his throat. Score. The punch hit him straight on his fucking Adam’s Apple. He gives a few noisy breaths and lets out a very hoarse “Fuck.” Lee flips the knife, and man number two wails, clutching his arm.

It was the power of a punch. The guy who rushed out of the tauren was full of confidence and looked disdainful at first, but his expression immediately showed a drastic change as he faced Alex’s incoming punch. He felt as though he had encountered a powerhouse of the Supreme Realm. ‘This is bad! Retreat!’ However, Alex was lightning fast, so how could he allow him to run away? Under that punch, the man’s arm shattered inch by inch and his internal organs were affected directly. Boom! That man turned into slag.

She’s coming with me, he growled before driving a hard punch into the man’s stomach. The man doubled over, gasping for air. But Damon didn’t stop. A second punch sent the man crashing to the ground, unconscious. Amara gasped, her eyes darting from the unconscious man on the ground to Damon. She turned to Damon, her eyes wide. How strong is he? she wondered. Two punches, and the man was completely unconscious. Damon barely glanced at the fallen man, brushing off the incident as if it were nothing. Shall we? he asked, his tone calm yet commanding.

“Blood evidence here. Take a sample for comparison.” The officer turned to look at Mom. “Your son has an injury to the back of his head. How do you explain it?” Mom’s fingers twisted together. “The day before yesterday, he wouldn’t listen and I gave him a push. He bumped into the cabinet. He didn’t cry or say it hurt at the time. I thought he was fine.” Dad struggled against the restraints on the coffee table. “He has congenital analgesia! He can’t feel pain! Didn’t you know that?”

They didn’t even phase him. As I punched, I explained. “Right now, I’m punching with solely my arm strength. Obviously, I’m not the strongest and so you barely feel it. But that’s the difference between you and me. You’re still very strong in your arms. So it’s still going to hurt your opponent per say, but there will be a day your gonna meet your match. Either someone much faster or as big as you.”

"You're nothing but useless trash. Go to hell!" Adrian threw a punch. With a loud “bam,” the black-clothed man took the blow head-on. Adrian's force shattered the entirety of his attack. Under Adrian's onslaught, the black-clothed man was completely powerless. He let out a scream and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“Yeah.” The second man snapped his fingers. “A billboard.” His eyes widened. “That’s it. I’ve seen him on a billboard.” A grin slowly spread across his face. “Man’s gotta have money.” “Or a watch.” “Or something worth taking.” I swung at them. Or at least I tried to. My fist moved through the air like it was underwater. Pathetic. The punch barely grazed a shoulder. Both men laughed. The sound made my skin crawl. “Look at him.”

But I was not going to back down. "I will not give you anything. Now get out of my way," I growled. The large man's face twisted into a scowl and he lunged his fists at me. I dodged to the side, landing a blow to his stomach. But to my surprise, my punch did not put any impact on him. He still stood still, like he had not gotten hit. The man looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. "You punch like a fly." Because I found react, he sent his fists towards me, landing a blow to my jaw. The mere impact sent me flying backwards and landing to the floor. My jaw burned with a sharp pain and groaned as I tried to pick myself up from the floor.

Like a spear of absolute power and authority – like one akin to Gungnir itself – Mane’s 7th punch almost broke the serpent into two halves, smashing it several kilometers away. *HISS* Naturally, the recipient of the blow was in much discomfort. Not only had its skill been so easily evaded, the pain from its side was like an itch it just couldn’t reach. Although Mane was much smaller than the beast, his punch had pierced through it like a mighty javelin. And it could feel its internal structures screaming in agony.