Does Tengen Get His Arm Back Novels & Stories

can I go back to the tent now? ~~~ The next two rounds seemed even easier than my fight with Jay. As I was going back to the tent, I saw the nurses and doctor rush him to the medical tent where he was hopefully getting his arm popped back into place. The next round was against another of my dad’s protégées, he didn’t even last a minute. He threw one punch that I ducked and returned. One hit and he was out for the count as well. Talk about having a glass jaw.

He had forgotten that real strength comes from his own body, so he had to maximize the use of it too. Arth stood up, shaking his hands off to relieve the tension. His arms had taken a great amount of damage from those punches. The cut on his left shoulder had still not recovered, so he had not been on the right condition to fight. Luckily, he survived. A few seconds had passed and Arth suddenly got a sense of Janshai’s presence behind him. He turned around with a grin on his face. “So … you thought I couldn’t kill it bare-handedly?” Arth crossed his arms.

“Shit, Ecaeris,” Leongrad defended my injured side. “Fall back and seek a healer.” “I can still fight with one arm, and spell cast,” I dismissed the suggestion. “I am fine.” “You have a -ing arrow through your shoulder!” he replied.

His right arm was completely charred. Even with the protection of the dragon scales, he knew he couldn't move his fingers. "Although it was dangerous, I could barely fight against ordinary masters of Transcendent Realm." The two masked men finally sighed in relief. They knew that the outcome was now certain. "I'm almost too reluctant to kill this kid. He's a genius among geniuses! His techniques are incredibly sharp and clean, and those scales… I don't even know what those scales are… "But he went against my Blazing Fist and only lost one arm—that's pretty unbelievable!"

My hands trembling, I managed to force a mind-link to Rocco. "Rocco… it hurts… can you please come back?" The message went out into the void. Silence. No response. Another wave of agony crashed over me, and I finally collapsed onto the floor.

Sherephina stepped forward in alarm. “Stop! Both of you!” But her voice landed too late. Julius grabbed Elias’ collar. Elias tensed, ready to swing. Before the fight escalated, a cane slammed against the floor. “ENOUGH!” Grandpa Tomas entered the hall with fury blazing in his eyes. The two men froze immediately. Grandpa pointed the cane between them. “This is my house, not a boxing ring.” Julius released Elias. Elias stepped back, jaw tight. Grandpa’s gaze swept the room, then settled on Sherephina—softening, but heavy with worry.

The old man spoke of Arya Santanu. "We have also heard of him. But that person is currently missing. We must also make an effort as members of Bhayangkara's elite army. If we lose, it will tarnish the name of Bhayangkara." The Black Tigers were on full alert. Narakashura stood back up. He felt no pain from his arm being cut off by the White Lion. He quickly got up and stood. Narakashura gathered his strength around his severed arm. Magically, his arm grew back. The gathered energy allowed Narakashura to regenerate the cells in his arm.

Takeshi paused placing his leg up on the glass table. “But I know for sure he must have done something, something that is going to leave a huge scar on my life once again” Takeshi mumbles as he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt. Revelling the scars all over his arms and also the ones which were peeking out through his black shirt. As his fingers traced the scar over his arm. Zen just remained quiet with his hands behind his back. “Even though I’m happy no matter what he has still left the memories imprinted along with the mento-”

Then, he snatched Ding Hao's Storage Ring and then returned to his tent. Tian Neng and Li Ting did not dare to fight back and could only return. Clear palmprints covered Tian Neng's face and his jaws were even hit broken and now swollen. "Brother Hao, I'm sorry. We're too useless and didn't get the things you wanted to know..." Li Ting was even worse; blood was oozing out of his nose, ears, and mouth, his jaw was visibly crooked, and he also got a few broken ribs. Ding Hao raised his hand and golden flame poured out, instantly removing the strange Genuine Qi above the two's heads.

"That's… a spiritron vein?" "Yes." Mr. Shrode took a deep breath before saying coolly, "I went through great lengths to steal it from the Turnbulls. With this, you can recover from any injury that doesn't kill you instantly." Holding out his arm, he said, "This arm had been hacked off by a Lionheart sentinel. But as you can see, it has regrown in less than two days. Do you believe me now?" "Well, it is wondrous…" Mobius's eyes lit up, impressed.