Rip!

With a harsh tearing sound, Park Buseong forcefully yanked his hand back from Lu Ce's grasp. His once sturdy arm now hung limply like a noodle.

The red arm was once again stained with blood, the red hue rhythmically vivid, as if coated with a layer of dye.

Five conical holes marked his fist, gouged out by Lu Ce, who had used them as a pivot to twist the entire arm.