The Regular Show Muscle Man Novels & Stories

Chapter 89: Saved from death While Tess was still in a state of confusion, Regal was occupied with the crooked tooth man, fighting for his life. He was ridiculed with pain inducing wounds but he had a smile on his face. His eerie aura sending chills down the viewers spine. Any normal person would curl on the floor, convulsing in pain but Regal still looked vibrant and healthy like he wasn't hurt. In fact, it was obvious he was playing around with the crooked tooth man. Instead of initiating an attack or counter attack, he was just evading attacks playfully.

Hearing his sharp intake of air, I pointed toward the display case for what he asked the location of. “My apologies, Miss, I am Nikolai,” he said roughly. Ignoring him as I continued to read the prescription bags that hung from the rack. He passed behind me with an awkward limp. Glancing over at his back, I noticed that his arms were covered in ink and curled my lip at the pronounced arm muscles. Mister Muscle took that moment to look back at me with a gauze roll in his large hand. “Will this do?” Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “ Depends on the injury.”

He directly stared to the big muscle guy and move faster approached to him. Bang! He attacked using his deadly punched. The big muscle guy didn’t noticed that Joshua moves too fast and he suddenly appeared in front of him and punched him too hard. “Ahh!” he spat out a thick mouthful of blood. That attacked is fatal and his three ribs are broken. If he can’t defend or dodge Joshua’s next attacked it may cause his life end. “Are you gonna kill me? Why you hide your true strength? And why you used that metal ring without taking off? Are you crazy!” Said the big muscle guy while his body was shaken.

"Ladies, gentlemen, our special guest has arrived—the man who rose to the top by sheer will, dedication, wit, and perseverance. Please give a round of applause, you L'etalon's newest business partner, Marionne Castello." Marionne received all kinds of praises as he makes his way to the makeshift stage. Twelve years ago, when he walked to the very first stage, he ever walked in his entire life. The day he graduated. And the day that his heart got shattered into tiny pieces. It was the day that he realized that heaven and earth would never meet. If she could see him now, what would she think? A question that suddenly rang in Marionne's mind. The event went on smoothly. Marionne met so many fam

Although his muscles were piled up with protein powder, it was not something that ordinary people could resist easily. The young man in front of him didn't seem to have any exaggerated muscle lines. He was just an ordinary person. How could he have such great strength? "It's my turn." Samuel smiled evilly. A sense of foreboding rose in the man's heart. In the puzzled expression of all the people, Samuel kicked the man five meters away. As he fell to the ground with a bang, the expressions of a group of onlookers turned from puzzled to in disbelief. He... he actually knocked down the muscular man with only one move. It was incredible!

I grabbed my jacket, yanked open the door of my suite, and sprinted down the hallway like a madman, dialing Marcus's number. “Marcus! What happened? Where is she?!” I barked into the phone, my voice shaking with panic. “She’s at the main production medical center,” Marcus said quickly, sounding just as panicked. “She was running the reality show obstacle course. She cleared the memory, strength, and chess intelligence stations, but right as she was heading to the fourth station, a section of the wooden boardwalk gave way under her. She fell through, twisted her leg, and hit her head hard against a massive stone.”

He had let twelve different men—twelve massive, desperate workers infected with the chaotic 'Red Rust'—batter themselves against his invisible Non-Newtonian Kinetic Shield until their madness broke and their mana cores emptied. His magic had absorbed the kinetic force, but his physical muscles had still borne the sheer, staggering weight of holding the line. His triceps screamed. His ribs ached with a deep, throbbing pressure. His knuckles, even wrapped in heavy tape, were bruised purple beneath the callouses. Marcus walked into the sleek, kinetic sonic-shower. He turned the temperature down to freezing. He stood under the biting spray, resting his heavy forehead against the cool glass. He c

“I can’t believe that the old man’s daughter is a whore. It’s a bad thing I already killed him and he cannot know how filthy her daughter is, huh?” “What did you say?” I shouted, wanting to fucking kill the both of them. He sarcastically chuckles and straightens his back. My body is freezing, watching him step closer in my direction. This man is only wearing a muscle shirt, but I can see his well-sculpted body. Big muscular arms, well-chiseled chest, and defined abdomen part. Damn, this man is sizzling hot. If only he is not crazy because my father is a wicked grass who cannot be easily killed by anyone.

a man said, flexing his bulging muscle. Rowan frowned. "Well, I haven't decided yet." "I can be your sparring partner, young master!" the muscular man said. Rowan looked at him with displeasure. "Rowan, can I be your sparring partner?" I uttered with anticipation before he could reply to the muscular man. Rowan looks stunned. Oh well, it's been a while since I haven't trained my body. Since I came here, I haven't focused on my training. "Hey, you—" With undisguised displeasure, the muscular man was about to reprimand me when Rowan interjected.

the macho man came over to me with a smirk. My eyes were fixed on Allyssa, she stared back, her eyes laced with a hint of worry. I turned to the man before me. "I'll beat you, I have to " "Bring it on, man" he removed his shirt, exposing tightened muscles, I swallowed, as the audience cheered. The atmosphere had changed from cool and quiet, to almost everyone banging a table, and shouting. I removed the black shirt I wore, my eyes on Lyssa, she averted her gaze, as Ren whispered in her ears.