The Wildman extended his arm directly in front of the other person. "Touch it."
Brother Dao, disbelieving in witchcraft, squeezed the muscle and joint on the arm. The metallic feel beneath the muscle, obviously different from bone, left him astonished.
"Holy crap... it's real."
He even used both hands, pushing up the sleeve on the Wildman's arm to take a closer look.
"This is one lethal... deadly chicken wing."
"Get lost, get lost." The Wildman pulled his hand back, kicking the guy in annoyance. "This is Shaolin's Vajra Palm!"
While speaking, he struck a few poses on the spot.
Brother Dao was totally envious. Unfortunately, the GP points and money they had weren't enough for basic cybernetic upgrades, so previously they didn't even think about outbidding veteran players for prosthetic limbs.
Given the situation,
"Now that you guys have new arms, hurry up and get to work laying bricks. Try to finish repairing the remaining two walls by the end of the shift!"
