Richard attentively felt the state of his body after using the medication, and a moment later, he lowered his head to look at his own hands.
What he saw was his hands quickly turning dark and black without any external force interference. It was as if invisible ropes were constricting the blood vessels at his wrists, and within just a few seconds, his hands lost all color, appearing crippled, and their surface was extremely cold, like ice cubes.
Then, with a mere thought, a slight prickling sensation arose, and a large amount of blood surged into his hands, restoring them to normal in an instant.
Richard raised an eyebrow, shifted his gaze from his hands to his arms. In the next moment, as if performing magic, his arms did not move at all, yet the muscles on them bulged one by one, quickly flattening and returning to normal after the swell.
"Whoo—hah—"
