He concentrated the spiritual power in his body into a point.

“Dragon Tusk: Seven Deaths!” It was the modified version.

Boom!

A loud bang sounded as the energy exploded.

Conor’s shirt was torn into pieces. After that punch, his right arm even started making a series of cracking sounds as it was broken bit by bit.

Until a certain moment, his entire arm collapsed and drooped down as if the bones had been extracted out of it.

Conor screamed miserably.

He held onto his arm, writhing in