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Chapter 167 Where is my Xiaoyou? !

Jagi staggered and knelt in the center of the crater-like pit. His right arm hung limply at his side, his knees went soft, and like a puppet with its strings cut, his face smashed straight into the ground that had been crushed too hard during the fight between the two of them, causing him severed pain.

The fight just now had already used up all his strength and drained out all his fighting spirit. His body was like a leaky box, and no matter how he practiced his breathing techniques, it seemed to be of no use.

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, every part of his body was making sounds of being overwhelmed, except for his right arm… He couldn't feel his right arm, no sensation or pain, as if it had disappeared.

This seemed to be the first time he looked so miserable and exhausted.

Xuecai and Mudan flew to his left and right and hurriedly helped him up, but they did not dare to use any more strength. At this moment, Jiaji was like a porcelain doll on the verge of breaking, with cracks all over his body, and it seemed that if he moved again, he would turn into the same pieces as Toguro.

He spat twice, spitting the dark fragments and blood in his mouth to the side. Jagi twisted his neck with difficulty and looked around.

The dojo, which they jokingly called the "Spiritual Wave Youth Palace," was almost completely destroyed, like a tsunami or avalanche, completely shattered by the combined force of thousands of troops.

Then there was the collapsed mountain, the few remaining plants, the small animals that were corroded by the evil spirit and turned into skeletons, and they were unable to escape... and finally they stopped in front of him.

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

Suddenly I discovered that Toguro's eyes were so clear after he took off his sunglasses.

These were not the eyes of a monster but the eyes of a man, the eyes of a man who had died fighting.

Maybe that's why he wears sunglasses.

This duel ended with the death of Toguro's younger brother.

…………

There was an intermittent sound in my ears, the sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, but it made me unable to continue sleeping peacefully.

The trembling eyelashes brought a slight itchy sensation, like a butterfly flapping its wings in a cocoon. My eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by lead blocks, and mottled light and shadows leaked in through the barely open gaps, but I couldn't see any clear images on my retina, only a bunch of blurry shapes.

The rough touch of the fabric came from all parts of the body, and the subtle touch brought by the wrinkles of the sheets against the skin became extremely clear.

"It's so noisy, can't I sleep... cough cough."

Jagi opened his mouth to curse, but halfway through his words, he felt a taste of rust in his throat, his cracked lips opened up with tiny bloody wounds when they moved, and he felt an intense burning sensation in his trachea.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Mudan cried out in surprise and quickly ran out to call everyone in.

As people from Beidou, their vitality is more tenacious than that of the Martian aliens. Unless they are hit by some strange acupoints that mean "definitely die within three days" or "explode within seven seconds", or are cut into pieces on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as they are cut with a camera and two bandages, they will basically recover.

After a long time, when he regained consciousness, Jia Ji once again found himself as a zongzi wrapped in bandages. But before greeting everyone with "Oh, not much", he still had one thing to do...

“This makes me sit up and watch.”

Jagi opened the panel and saw that the rating had turned into "Very Fierce" as he expected.

There is no doubt that he and Toguro both broke through the shackles in the end and reached the A-level division of this world at the same time, but he was the one who survived in the end.

"Cool!"

He looked as fresh as if he had put on new underwear on New Year's morning. He didn't look like a wounded person at all. He jumped up from the bed and punched the ceiling...

"No, where's my Xiaoyou?!" When Kurama and Setsuna came in, they found that someone who had just woken up was now slumped in a corner of the room, as if he had been burned out and turned into gray-white snow. The space where his right arm should have been was now empty.

“…Considering the situation at the time, amputation was the only option.” Kurama turned his head away and explained with some reluctance.

He knew what a heavy blow and what a misfortune it would be for a man, a martial artist who fought with his fists, to lose an arm.

Combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

However, this was a choice they had to make out of helplessness. The bones that had turned into tiny pieces and were stuck in the muscles, the tangled meridians, and the muscles that were like mud...had completely hindered their treatment, and it was impossible to force them together.

It’s totally unimaginable how he could have used an arm like that to unleash such terrifying power.

After all, Jiaji is not a monster. Although his strong recovery ability can heal wounds, he cannot regenerate broken limbs. The fact that he can wake up so quickly is thanks to the rescue efforts of Huanhai and Xuecai.

Xue Cai, who was standing by, handed over the ice cube of her frozen arm, which finally caused the frustrated Jia Ji to react...

"Take it away, take it away."

But his reaction was a bit too intense.

She dared to take it, and Jacqui didn't even dare to look, and swung his other arm repeatedly, and then accidentally smashed his original arm into pieces.

"Uh…"

Several people looked at each other in silence.

Now it’s impossible to connect the original arm.

"Time to find a new arm..."

Jacqui was thinking very deeply.

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

You can go and snatch Najeshita's arm, then find someone to transform it into a cannon, practice the Nan Dou Human Cannon, and then find a Dragon Slaying Sword to COS Gazi or Yang Guo.

You can also go to the Black Bullet World to transform a special metal arm. No, three or five arms are also fine.

Directly change the style of Cyber ​​Martial Arts, and all kinds of "Armored Devil" and "Ghost Town" can be served.

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

Not to mention whether he could use his prosthetic limbs to perform acupoint pressing techniques and release his fighting spirit, these steel creations were no match for his well-tempered muscles in terms of hardness. How could he possibly hold up in higher-level battles in the future?

Moreover, prosthetic limbs are definitely the main targets of opponent's attacks. Not only will they be immediately destroyed by a few punches, but they will also affect every movement and balance of the body, adding to the weakness.

"Well... after Toguro died, he didn't leave behind any shark arms or fiery arms. Can I take them over?"

Although he knew very well that Toguro had been shattered, Jiaji still couldn't help asking, and the two of them shook their heads in denial.

"don’t worry."

Setsuna, who should have been more worried than Kurama, suddenly spoke up to comfort him:
"Sister Zi said she has a way."

(End of this chapter)