Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Finally, the meeting came to an end, and we all walked out of the room, everyone heading to their hotel suit. Just before I could reach outside, I heard a voice called out from behind. I turned, and my gaze landed on the same weird guy rushing toward me, a charming smile spreading across his face. "Um, Hi," he greeted. I nodded, curtly. "Hi." "Okay, this is a bit awkward for me," he said, letting out a soft chuckle and scratching the nape of his neck. "I'm Maverick Jackson, the lead designer for Speed Star Company," he said, stretching out his hand for a hand shake.

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.

Immediately the chain broke loose, he fell to the ground and didn’t rise up and that was when I realized that he was dead. “You killed him, didn’t you?” “It wasn’t intentional.” She said without remorse. “What do you mean?” I could feel my anger welling up and I knew that it wouldn’t be nice for Camila if she successfully got me mad. “It was a reaction to the drugs I gave him. I even tried to save his life by amputating his arms and legs to prevent the flow of the injections I gave him earlier on but it was too late.” “Stupid excuses!!”

Behind them, Geoff had also been pierced by the needles, his body covered in blood and with more than 20 additional needle holes! "You're too weak." The Eight-Armed Guardian smiled and shook his head from about 20 meters away. "Geoff, you're a well-known martial arts heavyweight, no weaker than Caleb. Perhaps you could have given me some trouble if you two joined forces. "Unfortunately, you and Caleb fought separately, allowing me to defeat you individually! Since that's the case, I will not be courteous. I'm here to kill everyone in the Foster family today!" His right arm flipped, and his palm emitted a strong black light. An utterly black metal shuttle flew out, rapidly rotating like a fly

The divine Black Turtle heard Chase's question. He paused for a moment as he reminisced about this. It took a while before he slowly said, "Chase, you know about the Four Arms of Bactria, but do you know of their origin story?" "Do you mean…" Chase made a guess. "You're right. It's because of the Four Divine Beasts that the Four Arms was established. However, not many people know that the four of us are the Four Arms' ultimate weapons."

The blood and fire in their presence clearly told others that they were completely different from ordinary martial artists! And the most important thing was, these six men were fully armed, carrying a number of modern firearms. If not for the lack of military uniforms, one might even suspect that they were soldiers in active service! "So what if you're a martial arts Ascendant!" When the six men appeared, a cruel smile appeared on Arkem's face. "With the former Bastion Squad around, even a martial arts Ascendant, I can still kill! "You little brat, this world is far bigger than you can imagine!"

Liquid fire pours across the underworld god's skin, seeping from under his armor reminding me of molten lava flowing in the depths of the darkest cave. In our past lives, when we fought Aodh I too didn’t remember him having four arms. This was new and presented a whole different challenge. The ambidextrous of Aodh, being able to use all four arms at once and still be able to block our advances was skill and experience. The hope inside me began to dwindle. But I would not break, and I would not give up. The three of us battled against Aodh with fierce intensity for what seemed like hours but was only mere minutes.

His fighting style may work with vampires or other supernaturals, but it’s nearly ineffective against this many wolves. I’m trying to fight, while keeping Drake from getting more injured and staying out of his way as he continues to get into mine. Because I’m dancing around Drake, I’m taking more bites and scratches than I normally would. Then suddenly, Hera is beside me and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hera and Kella have been fighting side by side our entire lives and we fall into an easy, effective pattern of fighting and killing.

Seeing this, the faces of the crowd turned paler and paler, and their hearts almost sank to the bottom. The cultivator who had just died had reached the fifth stage of Real Immortal Realm. In this team, he could be regarded as a superior combat strength. But he still could not block this strange attack. And the most desperate thing was that these arms were endless and increasing. A cultivator was covered in frost, like a hard armor. Before the arms touched him, they were frozen and fell from the air. Although it was smashed into pieces with a bang, every piece of it soon evolved into a new arm and pounced on him like a poisonous snake.

Terrence shouted. In an instant, gray energy erupted from his back, twisting and morphing into four massive arms, each about 16 feet long. Each arm ended in the head of a different animal—a serpent, a grizzly, a saber, and a panther. Their fangs were bared, and their eyes glowed a menacing red. Felix slowly extended his arms, his eyes flickering with excitement. It had been a long time since a martial artist had piqued his interest. Terrence was a true peak-level Grandmaster similar to Ashton, and Felix was eager for a real fight. Being at the top was lonely, and he missed the thrill of a worthy opponent.