6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

knew that it was useless to talk, so their expressions became serious. As they shouted, they put on their armor, which was gleaming. They were of three different colors, cyan, blue, and purple, with good shape, which were as dignified as emperor's armor. The eldest one held a cyan long spear, the younger one held a blue axe, while the youngest one held purple twin hammers. The glaring Qi spread out of their bodies like a burning flame. As Martial King realm experts, their Qi circulated in their bodies like blood at a very fast speed, which could condense armor and weapons comparable to the divine armor and weapons.

Although Ten Thousand Armies was a modern mercenary organization, there was extreme martial arts style in its internal structure. It was said that this was because Porter’s mentor, whom he was greatly indebted to, was also a person who was adept in martial arts in the underground world. That was the reason why Porter also had a strong martial arts complex within him. The Four War Kings in Ten Thousand Armies also came about following the example of the four guardians in a martial arts novel. The Four War Kings also gave themselves fancy names with a strong martial arts flavor, namely the Green-Eyed Wolf King, the White-Clothed Tiger King, the Black-Faced Panther King, and the Golden-Furred L

"And if I can't understand?" Silvan simply raised his hands. Clack! Clack! All 36 men in the black robes took out unique firearms and disengaged the safety, aiming in Harvey's direction. "These weapons are specialized firearms Country A created against martial arts elites. Their bullets are created from toxins that could deal with True Warriors that Grand City has perfected. The ones with weapons are trained elites who with god-like accuracy and an iron will. If all 36 of them pull the trigger at the same time, even a living legend who has reached the level of uniting Man and Nature has to take a step back," Silvan explained calmly.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

She stared astonished as Messe was twirling on the platform. Kyle was in a defensive position, arms in front to protect his head, and was taking slow, cautious steps away from her. Messe's style of fighting surely had to do with her unknown background. She was very volatile and seemed to be dancing instead of fighting, as gracious as a ballerina, giving off the pretense of being weak and naive. Kyal wasn’t fooled. He knew that the control she had came from excessive training and that there was strength concealed behind.

They have a huge chance of joining the fray when bullets are exchanged in the air. He raised his aim and gestured at Nagar behind him, who also trained his weapon at the armed men in the second floor. They halted and fired simultaneously, each of the men's foreheads bursts apart in red before they slumped against the wall. Lukas grinned. Had it not for the Agency's tech installed within their armors that worked wonders, the men would have spotted them and Hell will break lose. It never failed to impress him. They advanced further. A large crowd of armed men gathered around a sari-sari store. Lukas instantly recognized the black spider tattoos on their wrists.

the lead commander roared, his voice muffled by a black combat mask as he launched forward, his thick arms reaching out to pin me down. "Get your filthy hands off me!" I screamed fiercely, my kickass instincts taking over completely. I didn't cower or beg. Springing off the ground, I dodged his heavy grasp, utilizing my martial arts training to dodge sharply. I slammed my elbow directly into the commander's jaw with a sickening crack, sending him stumbling back over the broken glass. But before I could draw another breath, the other two assassins lunged from the sides, grabbing my wrists and violently yanking my frame backward. I twisted my body mid-air, kicking out wildly, but their superna

Aarif looked down to see that his right bracer was missing, the one that protected him from other karamats. “Dang it!” Aarif cursed just as Sikandar blasted his head with an energy beam, instantly vaporizing his head. Aarif’s body stayed upright due to the support from the sword, while a head started forming at his stump. It threw off the power collector bracer and the sword for some reason. “Seriously?” Sikandar cursed before unleashing a bigger and more powerful energy beam upon Aarif, vaporizing his entire body. There was no sign of him other than the power collector bracer and sword that fell to the ground and the karamat-proof bracer in his hand.

Armano stood there. He was in full riot gear—black tactical vest, heavy boots, helmet with the visor pushed back. A rifle was slung over his shoulder, and a sidearm was holstered at his thigh. He looked like he had stepped out of a dystopian future. He was covered in soot, and a small cut above his eyebrow was welling with blood. He stepped forward, grabbing my arm and hauling me up. His grip was iron, bruising. "Are you insane?" he hissed, his face inches from mine. His eyes were wild, frantic—not with fear, but with a terrifying, focused rage. "Do you have a death wish?"

I turned the power of the gun to medium and shot his left arm first, watching it explode and detach from his body and I was deaf to his scream. "That is for Kelly," I shot his right arm next. "For Mishka," I pointed the gun to both of his legs. "To the father who taught you how to walk." By now, the fight was over around us and only Mortel's deafening screams filled the place. I watched him writhe and begged for his pathetic life. "Did you hear their pleas? Did you show them mercy?" I asked coldly and pointed it at his head next. "This is for me, the sister you bullied and tried to kill a lot of times, and this is my punishment for you as my brother."