Novel & Cerita The Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

"Ah!" As the powerhouse unceremoniously slams against the wall and lands on the floor with a loud thud, an unnerving cry erupts from his throat and he blacks out in an instant. With just a casual block of his punch, the powerhouse died! His eyes and mouth are wide open but his heart is no longer beating! It is a clear indignant death! Never did he believe he would be the one losing his life! Everything happened in a fraction of a second!

I straddled him in the middle and rained punches on his already bleeding face. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. No matter how much blood gushes from his body, my father will still be dead. It doesn’t matter what I do. I still feel this black hole of pain in my chest eating me away. “Bleed.” Punch. “Bleed motherfucker.” Punch. “Fucking bleed!” My muscles were in dire need of oxygen, lungs pleading for me to take a breath for a second. His eyes were already closed, but his chest was still moving.

"You insolent fool, you're courting death!" Tedric roared, unleashing all the fury he had built up from dealing with Kingsley and the others. Gideon executed his peerless fist technique, the Doombringer Knuckle. His punch clashed directly with the Soulpiercer Cleave. The supposedly indestructible Soulpiercer Cleave trembled violently, cracks spreading across its surface, ready to shatter at any moment. Gideon's fist, however, was drenched in blood, but it was nothing serious.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

I take the page. I read it standing, the way I have read every document she has handed me since the kitchen eleven days ago, with my whole body still and my eyes on the paper and my brother's gold watch heavy on my wrist. The handwriting is hers: precise, economical, the letters small and even. The header is bureaucratic, the kind of header you find on a hundred documents in a hundred archives, and it lists an authorization code, a Palermo operation, and a target. The target's surname is Armenise. Beneath the header, in the same careful bureaucratic hand that fills a dozen pages of the ledger, is a signature line. The signature is not a name. It is a code. A string of numerals and a single i

His arm was bleeding. The third man came at him with a crowbar. Wesley twisted around him, drove the hilt of the blade into the base of his skull. Three. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away. He moved through them like water cutting through stone. Not flawless—he took a hit to the ribs, elbowed one man so hard I saw teeth fly—but unstoppable. By the time it was over, five men lay sprawled on the ground, dead. One was still alive.

"My father had general anesthesia. How could he avoid it? You scum! You killed my father, and now you want to frame others?" He lunged at her with the knife and stabbed her repeatedly. Her blood splattered onto the face of Herman, who screamed and tried to bolt. The attacker grabbed him and sliced him in the back until the police arrived. They quickly subdued the man. Herman and Giselle were not killed. They were still breathing, though barely. The incident was streamed live online, causing a huge uproar. Everyone began defending Herman and Giselle. [I heard Dr. Fisher is a heart disease expert, and now his tendons have been severed. People waiting for heart transplants will be unable to get

“Just kill me and get it over with.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You don’t get to die that easily. You are going to suffer for what you did. You are going to beg me to end your misery.” I ran my knife along his fingers, making him flinch. “I’m going to take one finger every five minutes until you talk. Starting with your thumb.” I sliced off his thumb with one swift motion. He screamed in pain, and blood spurted from the wound. I held up the severed digit in front of his face.

he screamed, pointing at me. Five men swarmed me, and I dropped the bazooka on the ground. “Let's fucking play baby.” I punched the closest one, breaking his jaw while taking a brutal chop to my side. Five in one was not new to me, and when I was done with them, they would wish they did not accept this assignment. “Stupid bitch,” I drove my knife deep into the eye of the first guy, tackling the second immediately. I am swift and merciless, my rage spewing through the earth.