The Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

The second scene: his right-hand man, Paul, tied to a railroad track, the sound of an approaching train growing louder. Paul screamed in despair, "Marco! You bastard! You got us all killed!" The third scene: his cleaner, Vincent, being thrown into an industrial meat grinder as the machine slowly started up… The phone slipped from his numb fingers. His entire body trembled. "No… no… this isn't real…" The video kept playing. One after another, all of his key men. Some buried alive, some dismembered, some thrown into vats of acid… Each death was more brutal than the last.

Then he rushed forward, the moment was like a rain storm, a punch run through like thunder and lightning, the wind force shook terrifying people. The punch has not come, the wind has come, this one punch is to claim the life without doubt. Derek Alexender does not dare to slow late, hands up to support, the body stands. The mysterioud killer one punch as if to break cracked the air, the sound emitted like bullet cannon explosion, like heaven and earth vibration, smoke and dust roll become a group. Derek Alexender's body slides to the back, two pieces of shoe soles friction almost flash light, the skin of the feet is hot.

They only wished that they could have more legs. Chu Xun raised his fist again, and a white chain swept out. Boom! With broken limbs flying in the air, another second-grade Grandmaster was killed by the white chain, and his body exploded. Chu Xun's expression was cold and merciless. He would not show any mercy to the people who deserved to die in his opinions. As he made a print with one hand in the air, True Energy surged, void shook, and there were exploding sounds in the place. He was performing Demon-slain Finger—smashing the mountain and river by the second finger.

Richard shouted him loudly. Bang! He punched and punched his face until the killer didn’t moved. Their physical strength has a huge difference. The killer died when he received another fatal blow punched of Richard. “How dare you bastard to called yourself a killer and become top 15 assassin when your too weak! How dare you to killed my family huh!” Richard continued punched him even the killer was dead. He stopped when he realized all, his fist coated with a blood and his opponent’s face cannot be determined, his face was deformed and totally wrecked because of Richards continued punched him.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

This wasn’t what I needed now of all times. My leg and forearm were bleeding but I still had to fight to survive. I clenched my fist and rushed at Master 6, launching my fist at his face. My punch connected and he dropped to the ground but immediately got up. I turned around to Lucas to see how much he was struggling but that wasn’t the case with him. Lucas had killed master 1 and 2 and was fighting the last three. He grabbed master 5 by the throat and launched him into the air while driving his claws through Master 3’s chest with ease. He then caught master 5 midair and bashed his head into the ground, smashing his skull.

I had to fight on, escape and go get my son. A hand gripped my shoulder again. I roared, my hand swung, a back hand slap echoing. I span, escaping Berry’s grip to find myself standing behind him. I jumped, kicking his back straight to the fence. My body jumped on him, wrapping my limbs around him. My elbow came down on the top of his head hard then I pushed back a little, throwing a hammer punch on his face temple, the weakest part of the skull. He swung forward, falling on the fence. The last blow came at the back of the neck, throwing a chopping hand that left him paralyzed and dead.

Otherwise, it would be hard for him to draw Adam’s attention, and he was growing homesick already. Hence, he began to make a move while the thugs were charging at him. There was a thud as he swung a punch and hit the burly Murican running at the front. The man’s chest caved in while his huge body was sent flying high into the air simultaneously. He flew for 20 meters before crashing violently to the ground. He had already stopped breathing by the time he landed. Zayn’s punch had killed him. Meanwhile, Zayn continued to attack them but looked like he was taking a stroll in a very relaxed manner. He continued to throw punches and the thugs charging at him were all dead in less than 20 seconds.

Paulette sneered and then put the middle finger of Barnett’s right hand into the bloody cigar cutter. Crack! It was very easy and neatly done. Two middle fingers dripping with blood were cut off just like that. “Ah!” Barnett lay on the ground and screamed again, then whimpered a few times. His fingers twitched twice, but soon there was no reaction. At this time, the screen flashed. The fifth game was completed, and the sixth five-minute countdown began. In the NYPD, meanwhile… Hart’s cell phone also rang. Before everyone turned to look at him, he had already made his choice.

🦪 🦪DORA 🦪 My lips bled, my eyes puffy and swollen, I can barely see myself, the man on me pounds on me angrily and bitterly, and I'm finally understanding what wickedness I got myself into. “2 minutes left.” “Die already!” My opponent screams, pounding into me even harder. Every part of my body is bruised, my tummy, legs, arms, my face, and even worse. As a strong punch lands on my body, I gag, coughing out blood, but aside from blood, it's accompanied by a devilish laugh. The man gawks at me, his lips quivering as he tightens his fist to throw another punch. “Die? Now, why would I do that? If one person has to die, why should it be me? Why was it my father?” I mutter, and he freezes half