Chapter 167: Where is my little right?

Jia Ji staggered and knelt in the center of the giant crater like a ring mountain. His right arm hung limply at his side, his knees softened, like a puppet with broken strings. That face smashed straight into the ground that had been crushed too hard by the two of them, causing pain.

The previous clash had used up all his strength, emptied all his fighting spirit, and his body was like a leaky box. No matter how he operated the breathing method, it seemed to be of no avail.

Now that the adrenaline had faded, every part of his body was making an unbearable sound, except for his right arm... he couldn't feel his right arm, no feeling or pain, as if it had disappeared.

This miserable appearance of being exhausted seemed to be the first time.

Yukina and Miss Mudan flew over from left to right, hurriedly helping him up, but didn't dare to use even a bit more strength. At this time, Jia Ji was like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering, covered in cracks, as if he would turn into fragments like Toguro the Younger if he moved again.

Spitting twice, spitting the dark black fragments and blood aside, Jia Ji twisted his neck with difficulty and looked around.

The dojo they jokingly called "Spirit Light Wave Youth Palace" was almost completely destroyed, like a tsunami or avalanche, completely shattered by thousands of troops.

Then there were the collapsed mountain peaks, the remaining grass and trees, the small animals that couldn't escape and were corroded into skeletons by demonic energy... finally freezing in front of him.

He looked at the gradually dissipating demonic energy shadow, his vision began to blur, and in a darkness, he gradually fell into memories...

Suddenly discovering that after taking off his sunglasses, Toguro the Younger's eyes were so clear.

These were not the eyes of a demon, but the eyes of a human, the eyes of a man who died for battle.

Perhaps this was why he wore sunglasses.

This one-on-one ended with the death of Toguro the Younger.

Intermittent sounds came from his ears, the sound was far and near, but it made people unable to rest assured to continue sleeping.

The trembling of his eyelashes brought a fine itch, like a butterfly struggling with its wings in a cocoon. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and the mottled light leaked into the gap he barely opened. He couldn't see any clear scene on his retina, only blurry shapes.

The rough touch of fabric came from all over his body, and the folds of the sheet pressed against his skin, bringing a subtle touch that became extremely clear.

"So noisy, don't let people sleep... cough cough."

Jia Ji opened his mouth to scold, but when he said half of it, a rust smell surged in his throat. When his dry lips moved, they tore small blood cuts, and he felt a strong burning sensation in his trachea.

"Awake! Awake!"

Miss Mudan called out in surprise and hurriedly ran out to call everyone in.

As people from the North Star, their vitality was much more tenacious than the Mars aliens. Unless they were hit by some peculiar pressure point like "will definitely die within three days" or "will explode within seven seconds," or were cut into pieces on the spot, no matter how heavy the injuries they suffered, as long as the camera cut, and two bandages were applied, they would basically be fine.

For a long time, after his consciousness returned to clarity, Jia Ji found himself turned into a zongzi image wrapped in bandages again, but before welcoming everyone's "congratulations," he still had one thing to do...

"I have to sit up and see this."

Jia Ji opened the panel and looked, and sure enough, the rating became "Ferocious Upper" as he expected.

There was no doubt that he and Toguro the Younger finally broke through the shackles together and arrived at the A-rank division of this world, but the person who survived in the end was him.

"Cool!"

It was as refreshing as putting on new underwear on a New Year's morning. He didn't look like an injured person at all, jumping directly from the hospital bed and punching the ceiling...

"No, where is my little right?!!"

When Kurama and Yukina came in to see, they found that a person who had just woken up was sitting weakly in the corner of the room, as if he had burned out and turned into gray-white snow, and his right arm was now empty.

"... Judging from the situation at the time, amputation was the only choice." Kurama turned his head away, explaining with some unbearable heart.

He knew what a heavy blow and what an unfortunate thing it was for a person, a martial artist who fought with his fists, to lose an arm.

Combat power was greatly reduced.

However, this was also a choice made under helplessness. The bones that had turned into fine bone dregs stuck in the muscles, the chaotic meridians, and the muscles like mud... had completely hindered their treatment, and it was impossible to forcibly piece them together.

He couldn't imagine how he had just used such an arm to erupt with such terrifying power.

Jia Ji was not a demon after all. Although his strong recovery ability could heal wounds, he couldn't do severed limb regeneration. Being able to wake up so quickly now was still thanks to the rescue of Master Genkai and Yukina.

Yukina on the side handed over the frozen arm ice block, which finally caused a reaction from the discouraged Jia Ji...

"Take it away, take it away."

It was just that his reaction was a bit intense.

She dared to take it, but Jia Ji didn't dare to look, shaking his other arm repeatedly, and then accidentally shattered his original arm.

"Uh..."

Several people looked at each other in silence.

Now it's good, there's no possibility of connecting the original arm.

"Should go find a new arm..."

Jia Ji thought very heavily.

There were many methods, and he thought of several in an instant.

He could go and grab Najenda's arm, then find someone to modify it into a cannon, practice the South Star Human Cannon, and then find a Dragon-Slaying Sword to COS Guts or Yang Guo.

He could also go to the Black Bullet world to modify an arm specially made of Varanium. No, three or five would be fine.

Directly turn to the Cyber Martial Arts style, things like "Armored Demon" and "Demon Cry Street" could all be served.

"But no matter what, it's definitely not as good as the original."

Whether it could use prosthetic limbs to perform pressure point techniques and release fighting spirit was another matter. These steel creations couldn't compare to his thousand-hammered muscles in hardness. In higher-level battles in the future, how could they hold up?

And prosthetic limbs were definitely the target of the opponent's key strikes. Just fighting two punches would immediately scrap them, not to mention affecting every movement and balance of the body, adding weaknesses for no reason.

"Then what... after Toguro the Younger died, didn't he leave any shark arms or fierce arms that I could connect?"

Although he knew very well that Toguro the Younger had turned into fragments, Jia Ji still couldn't help asking, and got two people shaking their heads in denial.

"Don't worry."

Yukina, who should have been more worried than Kurama, suddenly spoke to comfort him:

"Sister Yukari said she has a way."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 168 =====