The bones in the first joints of Walsh's index, middle, and ring fingers shot straight out.
The sound was like a knock at the door.
But the power far exceeded that of an ordinary flintlock.
The three crossbowmen's heads burst like watermelons struck hard with an iron bar.
Walsh, meanwhile, gasped for breath-
Huff! Huff!
After completing the Pale Hand's unique ritual, Walsh had gained not only massive increases to his [Physique] and [Spirituality], but also the abilities [Bone Sword] and [Bone Spikes].
[Bone Sword] allowed him to turn a bone from any part of his body into a sharp, tough sword. Once formed, this [Bone Sword] came with high-level Basic Swordsmanship.
Moreover, the drawn [Bone Sword] could be sheathed again.
[Bone Spikes], however, was different.
Although [Bone Spikes] also used the bones inside his ten fingers, firing those bones was a one-time affair.
Simply put, once fired, they were gone. There was no way to retrieve them; he could only rely on the Pale Hand's unique ritual to regrow them rapidly.
And that rapid regrowth placed a considerable burden on his body.
Especially when he was injured. Walsh's vision was swimming now, and he was staggering.
"Are you all right?"
Linst caught Walsh and supported him.
Instinctively, Walsh wanted to push Linst away, but his hand dropped the moment he raised it. He simply didn't have the strength.
None of that mattered, though. What mattered was-
There were still enemies.
Farther down the street, more people were gathering.
At a glance, there were at least twenty of them.
Walsh took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and prepared to force himself to keep fighting.
By now, the Pale Hand newcomer was more certain than ever of how important the doctor beside him was to that bastard Glaster.
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