Chapter 194: Blind Aristocrat Tyrant Strike!

To outsiders, Liu Xiaotian at this moment felt somewhat like when Zhang Wuji, back in the day, personally learned Taiji from Zhang Sanfeng and soundly beat the two Xuanming elders, except he lacked the Zhang Sanfeng who would teach him.

As for this, the one who felt it most deeply was Zha'erbi himself.

Using his own techniques against him, such an opponent was something Zha'erbi had never encountered in all these years.

Especially, his way of attacking had the advantage of leaving no trace to follow, with no pattern at all, completely spontaneous, driven purely by feeling, striking wherever he thought of.

Originally, during the recent exchange he had already picked up some of Liu Xiaotian's habits and patterns, but now none of them were usable.

Moreover, when Liu Xiaotian acts 'randomly,' he really has a bit of that 'not a careless person, but when he gets careless he's truly inhuman' vibe.

He even turned a proper 'Black Tiger Digging Heart' into a 'Black Tiger Digging Groin,' not to mention morphing 'Monkey Steals Peach' into 'Monkey Steals Pearl'—isn't that a bit excessive?

Take, for example, Xu Tianlong, who has always been proper from childhood, using that 'Rocket Jump XX' on Zabuka—couldn't it be 'flexibly applied' as a 'crotch‑lifting leg'?

At one, one look `no, one wrong version%!'

Strictly speaking, it does have a bit of a 'Taiji' feel, but the moves are really too unsavory to be shown, so they can only be called: Blind Aristocrat Tyrant Strike.

A few minutes later, Zha'erbi began to find it hard to bear.

It was simply that Liu Xiaotian's current performance left him unable to accept it for a moment.

Either these street‑thug brawling techniques have sunk deep into Liu Xiaotian's subconscious, or this guy is a genius.

In his view, aside from the explosives Zha'erbi mentioned that had been pre‑placed and the CVX2 poison gas grenade still under the owl's control, there are no other threats left on this ship for the Red Blood Cell Group.

Gong Jian gave him a sideways glance and said in a low voice:

He had never imagined that things could be done this way.

Fact proves that when a person's strength and speed reach a certain height, even an ordinary slap can feel like a master's strike.

But this isn't even the most excessive part.

However, if such a method were used on an ordinary person, they would surely be beaten terribly, but when Liu Xiaotian employs it, it is enough to catch people off guard.

If it weren't for Zha'erbi's reflexes being much faster than his brother Zabuka's, Liu Xiaotian's kick would have merely grazed him instead of landing solidly, and in that case Zha'erbi would probably be worse off than Zabuka, who Wang Yanbing had already pressed onto the deck.

"He Chen Guang! Stay alert!" Although He Chen Guang verbally agreed right away, his actions were not swift.

Most importantly, each of the five people present could be considered one of the current army's top special forces; anyone can see that every move Liu Xiaotian uses is completely instinctive.

Using that witty saying from the northeastern region of the Eastern Kingdom, it goes: 'If you can't kick out your dung, even if you've cleaned yourself clean!'

In Liu Xiaotian's own view, this fighting style that relies entirely on instinct is clearly more suited to him.

Yet this does not diminish the power of those things that barely qualify as 'techniques'.

What's truly excessive is how this seemingly stern and proper Eastern soldier managed to research turning the 'groin‑lifting leg' into a 'crotch‑lifting leg'? What kind of brainhole, what kind of reaction? For Liu Xiaotian, these really are just 'basic operations'.

From start to finish, he never considered the issue of techniques; he fought purely by instinctive reflex.

In fact, Liu Xiaotian really is fighting purely by instinct: wherever his eyes land, his hands, feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, legs—any body part that can attack—will strike that spot at random. In short, Liu Xiaotian now can be said to have undergone an inevitable change by chance, inaugurating a completely new fighting style.

If that kick lands, it's no longer just a matter of whether it hurts.

Without exaggeration, it could at least make Zha'erbi, this 'orthodox master,' lose control of his bladder on the spot.

As for Xu Tianlong, who comes from a martial arts family, he feels even more that Liu Xiaotian has refreshed all his concepts of martial arts.

That is to say, his attacks lack the awkwardness of unpracticed, fixed martial arts moves.

As the Group Leader of the Red Blood Cell Group, Chen Shanming also feels somewhat helpless at this moment.

But if Liu Xiaotian also used these weird, crooked attack methods on him, Chen Shanming probably couldn't last twenty seconds before being defeated.

Not to mention compared to Xu Tianlong, a martial‑arts‑family heir raised from childhood, even compared to amateurs who have had basic combat training and can only throw neat combination punches, these moves are somewhat indescribable.

Compared to Xu Tianlong's four fingers, Liu Xiaotian's booted feet would definitely have double the effect.

Indeed, when accurate prediction is completely impossible, one must keep nerves taut and maintain high mental tension to dodge Liu Xiaotian's sneak‑angled, traceless, patternless attacks in time.

Of course, there is also a drawback: it looks a bit eyesore.

Of course, during these two months at Warrior School, he has also made very noticeable progress.

He Chen Guang, watching and watching, involuntarily put down his gun.

The present Liu Xiaotian is the best proof.

If it were a normal martial arts contest, he could also fight Liu Xiaotian for a round or two.

This Zha'erbi, who looks fairly strong, is destined to lose to Liu Xiaotian; it's only a matter of time.

He sees clearly that Liu Xiaotian's current strength is at least more than double what it was before he left Wolf Fang.

Since it's about learning, Liu Xiaotian, who naturally possesses strong learning ability, certainly won't limit himself to learning only from Zha'erbi.

Of course, he knows the saying 'On the battlefield, victory is divided, means are not,' but he never imagined that when a new recruit enacts it with actual actions, the scene would be so hard to watch.

Even, he has twice 'ordered' the Character: Jiaweis, who was supposed to give him prompts, to shut up.

He clearly knows that even if he himself is accidentally hit just once, this match‑like fight can be declared over.

Although his physical stamina consumption in this process isn't great, the mental tension makes him feel extremely helpless and painful.

He even feels that if this continues, he won't last long before being defeated.

What's most frustrating is that he didn't lose due to lack of strength, but because his skin isn't thick enough and he doesn't have enough shameless moves……

(End of Chapter)