Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

Rumble! His body lowered as he stomped the ground with his flaming feet! In an instant, he blasted away like a rocket propeller! He rushed at Philip, spinning in midair with fire sparks. He punched out at Philip! This speeding punch with rotating sparks exploded like a cannon and slammed at Philip with destructive force! At that moment, the whole yard was engulfed in this raging killing intent! Philip frowned. What a fast attack! What a powerful force! With no time to dodge, he could only cross his arms over his chest reactively and form a chimera shield.

thought Rebecca. When Rebecca summoned a power ball into her hand and lunged at Ruby, Ruby didn’t dodge, instead she stood there. As if she was waiting for the right movement, she smacked Rebecca hard across the face and punched her in the stomach. Rebecca went flying off the stage. Although she didn’t release any spiritual power her punch was strong enough to inflict severe wounds. This will leave her cripple for a few years and stop bullying other people. Everyone was so shocked that Ruby, the ugly fat girl who was a trash, just one punch an energy level two spiritual power and sent her flying.

By then, Jack had already reached over and grabbed Slate’s shirt, scrunching the area near his collar into a ball, his fist cocked. Not being one to wait to be punched in the face, Slate took a swing. Jack was too quick and ducked out of the way, throwing a right hook as he did so, which connected with Slate’s ribcage. The Nichtwolf grunted but broke free of Jack’s grip, coming at him again.

Speed in my arms. Lily's eyes flicker from the normal forest green to that of Azura's. Green glow with specks of gold. The deep rumble of her growl tremored through her mind and into her throat. The design of the punching bag heightened as Azura's eyes matched with hers. Tightly woven fabric. She shifted her foot back to pivot with her hips as she brought her shoulder blade towards the center of her back. The growl reached up to her tongue and seeped through her elongated fangs. As she gritted them together, she thrust her fist forward. There was a flow of wind that pushed against her knuckles before her fist contacted the bag. The bag rippled from the impact and the chain that held it sudde

He dodged an erratic slash, a gigantic black with scarred forearms, and responded with a palm to the throat that cartilage was heard crunch as the man crumpled in a gurgling heap. One of them jumped, transforming in mid-air into a snarling gray wolf with dirt-matted fur; Rune sidestepped, striking its scruff and slamming it into the dirt; for an instant after hearing the crunching bones like dry twigs in response to the power smash, he felt tremors through the ground. Power seethed from him, not hard-frozen yet but pure and stubborn, his eyes slitting focus to blue.

No one says a word or makes a move. But I am faster. My hand moves before she has a chance to strike me, gripping her wrist firmly. The strength of my reaction seems to catch her off guard, her eyes widening further in shock. With my other hand, I slap her, the sound of the impact echoing through the locker room like thunder. Lily’s expression turns blank, surprise and shock overtaking her features, while tears begin to well up in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

Music thudded faintly from overhead speakers, but his rhythm drowned it out. Thud, thud, thud. Each punch landed with a smack that made heads turn. His knuckles, wrapped tight in tape, blurred as he battered the bag. Shoulders heaved, lungs burned, but he kept his stance sharp; jab, cross, hook, reset. The veins in his forearms bulged with effort.

Realizing that Ada Lube’s dominant alpha shadow and Jun’s heavy enforcer rank are providing an unshakeable wall of physical support for his actions, Tammy calculates that she is never going to let Chloe off the hook! She sprints across the floor tiles right up to Chloe's chest, unleashing a high-velocity, bone-snapping slap across her jaw so fast that Chloe’s fingers completely lack the reaction time to cover her ears! The extreme kinetic force of the strike causes Chloe’s blue fabric mask to fly clean off her face, skittering across the floor.

"You look... tense." my smile could have frozen the champagne in her glass. "You look like you've forgotten what happened to the last woman who touched my husband." The slap was a masterpiece of precision. I stepped forward (left foot at 45-degree angle for balance) My weight transfer (hips rotating for maximum torque) Then I struck (palm slightly cupped to create that perfect *crack*) The impact echoed through the hall, Sylvia's head snapping sideways with enough force to send a loose curl tumbling from her updo. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth—just enough for dramatic effect without requiring medical attention.