Strongest Finger Novels & Stories

His fingers were slowly looking more and more like minced meat. It was a horrifying, gory sight to behold. This woman, whom he assumed was weak, was, in fact, an extremely powerful and skilled fighter. She was able to crush him with just one hand. “Arghhh!!! Let go! Let go of me! Who are you?!”

He still had half of the supply left to be fused with his own, and finally used the boost to fight and overwhelm Ezra! He balled his hand into fist. His fingers crunched, making sounds not unlike metals grinding against one another. To hear something so dangerously puissant coming out of a man’s curling his fingers had got to be the stuff of nightmares, especially when one could imagine the force a fist like that could deliver. Not even a superior class tier-4 fighter would be able to receive a punch from him. Even fighters like Taio or Caspian would find themselves falling to their knees after receiving a punch like that. Hell, they might even suffer internal damage, too.

Sevin suddenly said, "I'm no match for you. How about you give in to me?" Callan frowned and asked, "How?" "You use your left hand, and I use my right hand. I won't take advantage of you. Isn't your left hand as flexible as your right?" Sevin turned to look at Callan. Callan suddenly clenched his left hand. Yes, his left hand was as flexible as his right before. In the military academy, he was famous for his two-handed guns. But now... Callan subconsciously touched his left little finger. When his ten fingers were all fine, he wouldn't feel anything wrong even if one of them was broken. In fact, since his left little finger was broken and connected again, his left hand was not as flexible as

The air between us was charged with tension and heat, and I found myself fidgeting, my heart beating faster and faster with every passing second. My eyes followed his every moment but now they were only fixed on his fingers as they moved deftly over the cooking ingredients. I watched as he expertly chopped and stirred, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each movement. The heat of the stove added to the heat in the room, and I could feel myself becoming more and more flustered as I watched him work. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and confident, and I found myself imagining his fingers touching me, moving across my skin with the same practised and gentle care he was using to co

“Moreover, he has such great strength in his arms. He grabbed you and lifted your entire body up, but he did not even move an inch when you were struggling violently to free yourself!” “You should remember that the fact that he could grab you and lift you up does not mean that he is very strong, and he would not be considered very strong even if he could grab you without letting you break free. However, the fact that he did not move an inch at all even when you were struggling violently to free yourself proves that he is indeed extremely strong!”

"Crash!" Their fists smashed together, and the strong young man let out a scream. His face went white as a sheet, and he stumbled back, his hands shaking. "Ah, my fingers are broken!" They were—except for his thumb, all his fingers had snapped, and the pain was unbearable. "Whoa!" Everyone gasped, looking at Elio with new respect. That guy was fierce—one punch and he had broken the other guy's fingers. Scary! Elio did not hold back.

Their fists collided with one another instantly. However, Tony’s initially confident expression was tainted with a tinge of fear the next moment. Three out of his five fingers were crushed in an instant! “Gah!” Tony backed away swiftly, his head drenched in cold beads of sweat, and he looked at Kayson in fear. Tony was known for being as swift as the wind and thunder and as strong as an elephant. He had never been defeated in a fist fight before. Yet tonight, three of his fingers were pulverized instantly when he fought against a young man!

It was even more violent than Muay Thai. Bancha thought his little trick was successful. His right hand clenched and smashed heavily on Lei Bao's fist. He was called Iron Fist Arhat because his strength was all on the fist. He could crush pillars and bending steels. Therefore, he was sure this punch would shatter Lei Bao's fist and disable him.

He sleeps soundly at night when our bodies intertwine and he gets to tangle his fingers into my hair. I would say he occasionally comes to find me in my office, but it’s more often than not. I’ve taken more than one conference call bent over my desk with his fingers exploring the deep corners of my pussy. I can usually handle two fingers, three though? Thank the Goddess for the mute button.

The whole space was accompanied by a long howl. "It's the Holy Wind Finger?" Looking at the awl-shaped mark in the void, many experts were shocked. "What's wrong? Is the Holy Wind Finger very powerful?" A disciple could not help but ask curiously. "Sikong Jiuzhi, it is said that he has unparalleled nine finger techniques, and each of them is peerless. However, among his nine finger techniques, the one called Green Edge Finger is the most famous. This finger technique once defeated the Black Shield King with one move..."