Chapter 173: Kill the Scorpion! (Part 2)

If Xiezi could open his eyes at this moment, he would see that in Liu Xiaotian's bloodshot eyes, cruelty and savagery flickered.

In that case, he would very likely obediently do as Liu Xiaotian wished.

Unfortunately, he did not see it.

And not begging for mercy was the one thing Xiezi regretted most in the next five minutes.

At this moment Liu Xiaotian had completely lost his reason, as if all his actions were no longer under his own control; he reached out and grabbed Xiezi's arms, then violently bent them backward.

With a crisp 'crack', both of Xiezi's arms were snapped backward, his hands stuck behind him in a pose as if ready to play volleyball.

"Uh!"

Before Xiezi could recover, he let out a muffled groan from his mouth; the intense pain soaked his back with sweat almost instantly.

Everyone inside had by now become corpses, either sunk to the seabed or made into a midnight snack by sharks drawn by the smell of blood…

At one, one look `none, one mistaken version%!'

That red dot was the Chief Instructor's next, and also final, target.

If one follows the principle 'better to live badly than to die well', a human pig could at least still be alive, right?

But it wouldn't be a fracture; it would be a dislocation.

He dares to assert that, unless Xiezi has his same luck, and a system even more awesome than the All-Powerful Soldier King Assistance System suddenly appears to save him, he then his fate can only be declared completely over in a few minutes.

Screaming and such are just arrangements made in film and television to create effect, especially when a person suffers a heavy blow to the body.

To flee would be nothing more than a thought in one's heart.

Thus, those two arms bent backward would inevitably suffer secondary injury.

But what if we continue upward? With the abdomen pressed firmly to the ground, if we then forcibly lift the legs already split in a side split upward along the outside of the body, given enough strength, those two legs would be ruined.

Putting it slightly more technically, it's the femoral head dislocating from the hip socket; in plain language, it's the hip joint being forced out.

At the same time he released Xiezi's arms, Liu Xiaotian's right knee pressing against his back exploded with force, he twisted his torso, and his hands grabbed Xiezi's two ankles again.

Broken arms and broken legs are fine; one can still cry out. But if the chest or abdomen suffers a heavy blow, or like Xiezi having his arms bent backward behind his back with his breath held in the chest, it's impossible to let out a scream.

It must be said, Xiezi's will to survive is indeed extraordinarily strong.

Now he is piloting an assault boat, speeding across the sea surface.

Even now, he has not given up; rather, as his mental faculties just began to recover, he wants to break free of Liu Xiaotian's control.

As the saying goes, arms can't twist past thighs.

At this moment, Shang Ming, still anxiously waiting in his palms for Xiezi to appear, had not yet realized that he too would soon share the same fate as his subordinates, throwing himself into the arms of the god of death.

In any case, his current strength before Liu Xiaotian amounts at most to that of an ordinary person with a bit of strength; wanting to break free of Liu Xiaotian's control can only be a pleasant wish.

Moreover, this is exactly the kind of person Xiezi is; if it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted from pain before his arms were even broken—what cry? Not even a whimper!

After all, he still had two legs he could use.

His legs could still move, and after being stimulated by the pain in his arms, Xiezi's dizziness had lessened considerably. Unfortunately, he was lying face down at the moment; though his legs could move, he couldn't hook them up as in an MMA match to apply a neck lock on Liu Xiaotian, let alone turn the tables.

Liu Xiaotian himself hadn't realized that, if placed in ancient times, especially during the period when Empress Lü held power, he would be well suited to serve under her.

Beside the Chief Instructor's feet lay an 82mm rocket launcher.

About ten minutes later, as a splendid flash of fire fluttered across the sea surface, a small yacht instantly exploded into scattered fragments.

And the underground base twenty kilometers from this small island, which he had relied upon as his greatest asset, had by now been completely swallowed by seawater.

Given the state of his arms, Xiezi simply gave up on them, curled his legs, planted his toes, and exerted all his strength to try to heave Liu Xiaotian, who was pressing on his back, over.

Faced with the unconscious Xiezi, Liu Xiaotian lost interest in continuing; he got up, retrieved Xiezi's military knife, grabbed his hair with one hand, dragged him to a large tree, and used the knife to pierce Xiezi's throat, pinning him to the trunk.

But at this moment Xiezi was completely oblivious, utterly indifferent.

But this statement applies only to ordinary people.

Before an absolute disparity in strength, this saying—or this law—is instantly broken.

However, although Xiezi had not yet fainted, after this blow he completely lost any chance to retaliate.

But this guy's ruthlessness genuinely surprised Liu Xiaotian a bit.

And everyone on the boat, including Shang Ming, met the same fate—none escaped.

Yet Xiezi was destined not to survive.

This place is fifty kilometers from the shore; even if he wasn't blown to death, could he possibly swim back to land?

This time, Xiezi finally could hold out no longer; his eyes bulged outward, and he promptly fainted.

At the first exertion, it was giving his all.

This kid actually has some potential to become a 'human pig'! How different is the current Xiezi from a human pig? Even his fate is no better than that of a human pig.

The Xiezi before us, whose legs Liu Xiaotian forced into a side split with a burst of arm strength, is the perfect example. Of course, the 'side split' technique is nothing special for Xiezi; at most, being suddenly forced into a side split by external force causes some pain in the tendons of his legs.

On his wrist he wore a six-inch display showing a azure sea map and a blinking red dot.

And the one responsible for all this was in fact only one person: the Chief Instructor whom Liu Xiaotian had always wondered why he did not appear when the Elder Principal's small building was attacked.

The scene of being washed ashore by waves after falling into the water exists only in fabricated stories and scripts; in reality, falling into the water at such a distance from shore without rescue can only end in death.

Even if one is an excellent swimmer and remains absolutely calm, after falling into the water lying flat on the surface waiting for waves to carry him to shore, without encountering any marine life, at best only a corpse would be returned.

Because, even in summer, the temperature of nighttime seawater is quite low.

A person lying on the water surface, as the sea breeze passes, moisture evaporates, continually drawing heat from the body, causing body temperature to keep dropping…

Come back alive? You're joking. (End of chapter)