Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

His arms were broken, and his bones were even exposed as his arms bled profusely. Meanwhile, he had passed out from that punch alone and was on the ground, unmoving. At that moment, Wilbur walked over to Taylor and smiled at him. However, Taylor's face was completely pale and his whole body trembled. The girl next to him was incredibly horrified as well. She could not believe her eyes as her legs trembled. Gunner was an Aura level cultivator and a martial arts expert. He was the disciple of a famous master in Magic City, but his arms had been broken just like that. It was too much for them to take in.

Without mercy, Mason managed to get the man to the ground and place said arm into an arm lock submission hold. The larger man yelled in pain, not willing to submit that was until Mason snapped the arm out of socket, and the man yelled and cursed in pain, tapping his free hand. Even I had to wince at the sight. I did not expect Mason to be the sort that could do that, let alone fight. Mason let go of the hold and stood up, leaning to offer his hand to help the man up.

A fight was taking place in a large dirt arena between a blue haired gorilla-like creature and a well built, four-armed, human like being. Their battle was intense, they were jabbing fists at each other with ferocity. Rainer was amazed at how good it was, but it also scared him that he would be in that arena soon. “They want me to fight these things? I'm going to die. They'll rip me into pieces!” Lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't realized the fight ended. The four-armed creature had won, and the audience loudly cheered for him. The crowd dispersed as soon as it ended, until only he remained standing, staring at the arena.

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.

But I couldn’t even lift my arm. I heard someone say my name again. Her voice cracked. She sounded like she was breaking, like the ground was being ripped open under her. Then a scuffle. A man’s voice yelling. And then I felt the cold metal pointed to my head and my eyes fluttered close almost immediately. I didn’t know what else I could do but I knew that even if I was going to die, I would do that like a strong man and not a pathetic being that was killed by his enemy.

“You’re right. It’s quite weird for so many fights to be happening inside, and it’s unlikely for monster beasts to fight one another. Have those creatures had an uprising recently?” “No matter what it is, you’re already in the Fourth-grade ultimate god-level, and there are only a handful of monster beasts in this forest that can contend against you. We’ll all be very safe in the forest with you!” The fatty was afraid that he had offended Arthur, so he immediately buttered up to Arthur. He feared that Arthur would give him less spirited grass because of what happened. The Nine Armies was not big in size and was incomparable to the pavilions or others. Even so, there were still many in the old

The staples I had driven into his side were visible—tiny, silver-white stitches against skin bruised an oxygen-starved purple. He wasn't fighting a King. He was fighting a Sledge-Wolf—a chemically enhanced monster with arms like tree trunks and eyes leaking necrotic fluid. "Betting is closed!" a voice shrieked. "The 'Mortal Relic' vs. The Butcher!" I watched, my pulse thudding a slow, syncopated rhythm. I didn't feel the fire of a fated bond. Instead, the Gilded Toll pulsed in my skull, a sharp, clinical erasure.

When she tried to perform her knife hand attack, Paul blocked her attack with his forearm. The next move that Amy tried to perform on Paul was the hammer fist move. After blocking her opponent’s fist, Amy took her fist and tried to bring it down like a hammer across the bridge of Paul’s already fractured nose. Amy’s fist almost made contact, but Paul was too fast. The hitman dodged his head to the side, causing Amy’s fist to breeze past his face. A dance of Mortal Kombat ensued between Amy and Paul. Amy and Paul blocked each other’s fists. It seemed like they both had perfect timing in blocking each other’s blows. It was like their hands were daggers.

Salvatore might be a man that stays true to his words, and even if she perhaps fails, he would have to kill me first because I won't allow him to touch Lisa like he had done the last time. "Really? You will allow me to join your underworld?" she asked with excitement in her voice. I barely nodded my head because it was a hard decision for me to make. But if I really wanted her to be by my side, she needed to know a few martial arts and how to handle guns because the strange caller was still lurking around, waiting for the perfect time to attack. Lisa screamed in excitement and jumped on me. We'd have fallen to the ground if I hadn't stood firmly.