"Ha... hahaha..." Looking at Fangsheng, who had collapsed and lay motionless on the ground, Donald panted heavily, barely managing a few forced laughs at the end. Truth be told, he would have loved to deliver a victory speech right then and there, but the agonizing pain from his forearm being torn off was almost too much to bear. If not for the effects of magic, he probably would have passed out straight from the agony.
Forget it, no use dwelling on it. In the end, I won, didn't I? Thinking this, Donald finally managed some slight movement as the tearing pain gradually subsided, just enough to carry out his next move.
Sute damn it! It didn't hurt nearly this much when I was fighting back, but now the pain is killing me... Donald muttered to himself, slowly making his way toward his severed forearm. While the magic was still holding, he intended to reattach his arm himself. He had no desire to become a one-armed Transcendent; if that happened, he'd only be able to feel the soft warmth of a woman's body with a single hand for the rest of his life.
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