During this time, Tang San's injuries at Shrek Academy had recovered considerably. At the very least, he could get out of bed and walk.
But there was something Tang San could not accept: his left arm had been left with permanent internal damage.
Without some fortunate opportunity, he likely would not be able to use his left hand to throw Hidden Weapons for the rest of his life!
"Why."
Tang San sat on the steps outside his room, staring blankly at his left hand as he muttered endlessly.
Now, Tang San's left and right hands looked as though they did not belong to the same person at all.
His right hand appeared no different from that of an ordinary person, but his left was withered like that of a frail old man at death's door!
Not only was the skin dry and wrinkled, but the finger joints were incredibly stiff when he moved them. Forget throwing Hidden Weapons—he could not even use Jade Hand!
He had also tried circulating the inner force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill through his left hand, hoping it might improve.
But the result was that a vast amount of terrifying corrosive power had accumulated there. At his current level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he simply could not break through it.
Tang San had asked Tang Hao about this, because he had always felt that the necrosis in his left hand seemed somewhat man-made.
The answer Tang San received was that the healing-type Soul Master they had invited earlier had gathered all the corrosive power spread throughout his body into one place—and that place was his left hand.
It was a measure born of desperation. Guimei had practically used every possible method on his body without killing him, perhaps because he had never expected Tang