Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

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,

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

He would have his vengeance today. Adrastus found himself shoved out of the way as Todd's wolf barreled into him, and he instinctively released April to prevent her from getting hurt as he fell. Time seemed to slow down as he witnessed Zade hurtling into April with his claws extended and a gutwrenching cry was wrenched from his soul as she bore the full brunt of his attack. But April didn't buckle under his weight, instead, she slowly lowered herself to the ground, a look of sadness crossing her features as she wrapped an arm around Zade's neck, sighing as her eyes filled with tears. But something wasn't quite right. And as Adrastus looked closer he noticed both of Zade's arms hung by his si

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.

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.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

Missing its initial target, it rebounded swiftly, launching another assault on Arnold. "Hmph, you dare challenge me? Perish!" Arnold sneered as a faint golden aura surrounded him, morphing him into a formidable figure. With a roar, he sprinted toward the nearest corpse like a cannonball. Meanwhile, the corpse swung its attacks at Arnold, who evaded the strikes and countered with a powerful punch, obliterating its head. But as soon as he dispatched the first corpse, another lunged at him. Undeterred, Arnold unleashed a flurry of formidable attacks against it.