I really can't control myself.

Chapter 4143 Correction
With a sharp, almost crisp tearing sound, a large amount of distinctive reddish-purple blood splattered out. Ashura's two arms had been ripped off his body by Linton.

Linton was taken aback, however, because he hadn't intended to hold back at all. He was planning to tear the other's body in two, but unexpectedly, he only managed to tear off both hands, which was not the result he wanted.

He'd already given away the nickname "Half Demon," and yet he hadn't managed to tear someone in half? How could Linton not be furious?

But what exactly happened? Why wasn't it torn open?

Linton thought about it seriously. Was the opponent's physical resilience too high? Or was his own vector manipulation ability not strong enough?

Although I've used the ability to tear people in half before, it only ever targeted small fry. Perhaps the ability wasn't effective enough.

"Ahhhhh..." Linton was still analyzing the situation seriously when a painful scream suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

That's right, Ashura, who had been torn apart, finally realized what had happened, because Linton's action of tearing off his arms had no warning whatsoever.

If Linton made a clear effort to build up his strength, or if there was a struggle between the two sides, and then Linton suddenly exerted force and tore his hands off, he could barely accept that situation.

The problem was that Linton had just pulled so casually, and then his hand was suddenly gone. This sudden, unexpected event left Ashura completely bewildered.

He couldn't help but cry out when the pain hit him. Even he couldn't withstand the excruciating pain of having his arms ripped off while still alive.

However, Ashura lived up to his name; even in this situation, his other four hands still did not let go of Linton's hands and feet.

That's right, just like he said, he would never let go until he tore Linton apart.

So despite the pain, Ashura's screams quickly turned into furious roars. Even with Linton tearing off his arms, he showed no fear; in fact, his fighting spirit only intensified.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, his entire face looked like a demon god, with sharp teeth exposed, and his muscles bulged out, pulling Linton's body with all his might, clearly wanting to tear Linton to pieces.

However, despite his considerable efforts, some things cannot be achieved simply through effort. Even though those around him could see that Ashura was exerting even more force than before, the situation remained completely unchanged. Linton remained calm and composed, seemingly unaffected.

Then, after Ashura had been howling for a while, Linton raised his hands and suddenly grabbed the other's two hands above him.

"Look at yourself, do you even look human?" Linton said calmly, a stark contrast to Ashura's constant howls and roars. "Here, I'll give you a free fix..."

The next moment, the familiar "ripping" sound rang out.

That's right, before Ashura could react, Linton used force again and tore off the two arms above his head.

Now, Ashura only has two hands left, located slightly below the ground, which are still gripping Linton's legs.

With only two hands left, Ashura actually looked a little more human now. Of course, upon closer inspection, it was still somewhat strange. After all, Ashura's six hands were arranged in three layers, with the middle hands closer to the position of a normal person's hands. Now that Linton had torn off the middle and top hands, the remaining hands were positioned lower down, which looked... somewhat strange, giving off a weird feeling that seemed normal but still had some issues.

This time, Ashura didn't roar anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't feel the pain, but rather that he was somewhat dazed.

The scene before him was clearly vastly different from what he had imagined, leaving him somewhat bewildered. How could this be? He was the one who had grabbed the other person, so why was he the one being torn apart now?

However, it is clear that in the current situation, he has no time to figure these things out.

"I feel like... something's still not quite right," Linton suddenly murmured, touching his chin as he looked at Ashura.

After a short while, he slammed his fist into his palm and said, "Right, something's still not right with this part of your head."

After searching for a while, Linton finally realized that there was something wrong with the other party's head. He had indeed "corrected" the six arms of the three-headed, six-armed creature, but the three heads were still there.

"Come here, let me fix your hair." Linton said, grabbing directly at the other person's head.

His feet were still being held by the other person's remaining two hands, but this did not affect Linton's movements. He simply took a step forward, completely ignoring the other person's grip, as if it were nothing at all.

The next moment, Ashura let out a strange cry, then abruptly released Linton's feet, staggering back several steps. His expression became extremely... panicked and fearful.

Yes, he was afraid. He didn't even realize that he could be afraid.

The Asura clan has always valued bravery and fearlessness, and he himself believed he would never fear anything. However, what he had encountered today had exceeded his tolerance threshold.

Seeing Ashura suddenly take a few steps back, Linton also stopped what he was doing. He looked at Ashura with amusement and said, "Didn't you say you'd never let go, even if it meant death? Is this all?"

When Asura came to his senses, he felt a surge of immense anger rush to his head.

Yes, his actions just now were entirely subconscious, almost an instinctive reaction. Coming to his senses, he felt humiliated, deeply humiliated.

This anger wasn't just directed at Linton, but also at himself for actually being afraid of fighting.

Ashura himself never expected to do such a shameful thing. The next moment, another huge roar rang out, and soaring blood energy gushed out from Ashura's body. It seemed that the other party's anger had reached a new level.

The sheer wind pressure alone made it difficult for those nearby to stand. People like Takaoka Yuzuru were clinging to nearby trees to keep themselves afloat.

The surrounding air was tinged with a purplish-red color, as if the blood of an Asura was burning in the air.

As if to wash away the shame on his body, the next second, Ashura rushed towards Linton again without hesitation, swinging his remaining hands at Linton.