Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Has he seen him before? "I'm afraid I did not catch your name," He cleared his throat. From what he can see in the other's bloody chiton and wounded arm, he must've been attacked by a wild beast or anything of that sort. First things first, what's a child like him doing in the middle of the forest at this time of the night? Also, he wears a chiton. Is he somewhat a deity that he had never met before? His face is familiar.

Meanwhile, the four of them surrounded Harvey at the same time. The four attacked at the same time. Some caught Harvey’s hands, some held onto Harvey’s head, and the others blocked Harvey’s way. It could be said that the four of them had great teamwork, and they were unparalleled when it came to killing. Once their attacks landed successfully, even a God of War would vomit blood. Those four King of Arms who had great teamwork were similar to the Three Demon Monks of Thailand. They already had acquired the strength of God of War due to years of cooperation.

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

They required protection from harm due to their essential role in a mech's offense, but they also had to retain their nimbleness in order to operate their weapons as smoothly as real human arms. Regarding the use of arms, mech designers generally chose from three different options. One was to keep the arms articulated like a human's, letting the mech depend on external weapons like pistols and rifles. Great importance is placed on mimicking the arms to its biological equivalent, sometimes achieving a synchronization of up to 99%. This allowed marksmen to fire their weapons as accurately as they could in real life without depending on aim assist and other guided aids, which provides a remarka

The hand itself was grotesquely oversized, a jagged blend of metal plates and claws that looked capable of crushing bone with a flick of his wrist. The man on the right mirrored his companion but with an arm of sleeker, polished design. His forearm gleamed in the moonlight, its blackened steel reflecting faint sparks as its mechanisms whirred. At his elbow joint, vents split open, releasing a quiet hiss of steam, and embedded ports glowed like embers—faint hints of the flame-powered engine within. The joints clicked as he flexed his fingers, each movement unnervingly precise, as though the arm were more weapon than limb. Together, they stood like sentinels, their arms humming with a latent,

The Combat Hall exploded with blinding white and blue light. Cracks spread across the walls like spiderwebs as the hall trembled violently. A massive palm—as large as the floor itself—manifested from pure energy and slammed forward. The deathly howls were instantly drowned out. Light devoured darkness. The One Arm Hell technique resisted for one single second— —and was completely vaporised. The remaining force of the Earth Spirit Palm surged forward, roaring toward Leonard. Though One Arm Hell was comparable in grade, the cultivation gap made the difference absolute. Danial stood at the Peak of the Third Stage Mortal Level.

He was trapped in the mud, totally helpless. Marcus did not look back at him. He stood up tall right in front of the dead tree. He planted his big boots in the dirt. He was a human shield, blocking anyone from getting to his mate. The first armored man ran straight at Marcus. He did not even bother to lift his gun. He just threw a massive, heavy punch aimed right at Marcus’s head. Marcus moved faster than a human could blink. He ducked under the heavy fist. He grabbed the man’s thick arm with his bare hands and twisted it hard.

As he passed, the ground beneath him cracked and the space surrounding him warped. He roared, “Ahh!!!” Bruce waved his big knife, flinging out Sword Light. His attack instantly killed a few of the guards surrounding him. Although the guards were strong, they were no match for Bruce who was a Quasi Acmean. Swoosh!!! Four beams of light shone down from the sky and appeared around Bruce, gradually taking the form of four people. These four were the Hopeless City’s powerhouses. Three of them were Quasi Acmeans, and the remaining one was a peak Nine-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God.

“My prodigal son chooses his master’s death.” Mateo’s voice was cold steel. “Not master. Monster.” Ricardo lifted his pistol.... And Ana struck, her blade flashing from the side. Ricardo twisted, her knife slicing his arm instead of his throat. He roared, shoving her back with brutal force. Mateo fired. The bullet tore through Ricardo’s leg, sending him to one knee. “Now!” Mateo shouted. Lorenzo surged forward, pistol raised. His shot cracked through the hall, Ricardo’s gun spun from his hand, clattering to the floor.

Back then, I'd said sharply, "There we go. You'll never be able to repay me in this lifetime. Do yourself a favor and serve me properly—maybe I'll let you go when I'm bored." Those days had blown away with the wind. I used to bluff and bluster, using money to cover my insecurity and fear. Now, I had nothing. I could only scurry around like some rat that couldn't bear the light. Perhaps the birthmark on my face had never been removed, after all. Every time I ran into Ewan after our sudden reunion, the half of my face where the birthmark had once been seemed to throb and itch again. It felt raw and inflamed, like it had been soaked in rain all night.