Chapter 195: Chaotic punches beat the old master to death

Zha'erbi was very depressed, extremely depressed.

But it's a pity, he had no way, especially no way to turn defeat into victory.

Originally, his greatest advantage was that his attacks left no trace.

But unexpectedly, his opponent not only had attacks that left no trace, but was also extremely, very, extremely shameless!

At the moment when Zha'erbi grew more depressed the more he fought, Liu Xiaotian spotted an opportunity, suddenly stepped forward slightly, and his foot in leather military boots stomped hard on the toe of Zha'erbi's ordinary mesh sports shoe!

At that moment, Zha'erbi intensely hated his habit of liking to wear trendy clothing, a "bad" habit to the extreme.

That pair of soft, extremely comfortable shoes from a certain well-known international sports brand, whose model was directly translated into Eastern language as "coconut", a thin mesh shoe.

Liu Xiaotian certainly didn't want to cause trouble for himself at this moment.

In one, one glance `no, one wrong version%!'

Regarding this, Liu Xiaotian waved his hand indifferently, smiling and saying:

"To be honest, I don't have this ability."

Chen Shanming shook his head helplessly:

Rather than bring disgrace upon oneself, it's better to say nothing and defeat him with the most direct means.

"... I'm also hearing this saying for the first time!"

He could clearly feel that, at that moment, the nails on the fourth and fifth toes of his remaining left foot also fell off...

Actually, Liu Xiaotian originally wanted to say "Our country has a saying," but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

At least, when he wanted to move quickly or exert sudden force, his current condition definitely couldn't do it.

"You! Vile! Shameless! Using such a lowly method, you're not fit to be a soldier!" Zha'erbi switched his injured foot to the back, gritted his teeth, and shouted hoarsely.

Looking at Zha'erbi's bloody toe tip, Liu Xiaotian very satisfiedly curled his mouth.

But to have him fight as if he were completely uninjured is nothing short of Arabian Nights.

Gong Jian was even more helpless:

So he could only choose to give up his toenails.

"We... the Instructor said, regardless of black cat or white cat, if it catches mice it's a good cat; don't keep talking to me about shameless or not, little master can defeat you, then it's all a supreme technique!"

If he were wearing leather military boots instead, he certainly wouldn't be this miserable now.

When pain arises, the body will autonomously make self-protective movements to prevent more serious injury.

A simple example: when a person accidentally touches fire or hot water, the first reaction is to dodge, not to let the injury continue.

Because, in his hasty strike, Liu Xiaotian didn't care at all; instead he advanced, directly closing the distance between them to within half a meter, leaving Zha'erbi insufficient space to exert force, and then followed up with a standard "Monkey Steals the Peach."

Even if burned by fire, there is no reaction; even when the body is completely burned away and life ends, there is still no reaction.

Zha'erbi now doesn't even know what he can say.

"You taught him?"

Regarding his own "battle results," he is indeed satisfied.

Because pain itself is a kind of self-protection of the body. Of course, he could choose to embrace Liu Xiaotian at the moment of close contact, then attack in other ways.

But what if there were no pain nerves? Although there would be no torment of pain, then wouldn't there be no reaction to external harm?

Even if he could grit his teeth and endure the "ten toes connected to heart" pain, he still couldn't completely avoid a shoe being damaged, with the sole full of blood causing inconvenience to movement.

"Hiss..." Zha'erbi sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, then swung a punch with all his strength, trying to force Liu Xiaotian back, but failed.

It's obvious that in language, I certainly can't beat this soldier from a country with thousands of years of history and linguistic richness far surpassing theirs, who still piece together language with letters.

"I'm asking about that saying!"

Not only because of the effect on Zha'erbi, but more importantly he discovered a brand-new path exclusively his own!

Zha'erbi has only two choices: either he forcibly pulls out the foot stepped on by Liu Xiaotian, at the cost of at least losing a toenail; or he directly fights Liu Xiaotian to the death at this close range, but he now seems not to have that speed, nor that precise judgment and attack.

Regarding pain, any living creature will produce an instinctive reaction.

In fact, not only the toenails, but even that pair of shoe uppers worth thousands of dollars, the thin fibers together with those five toenails, have become Liu Xiaotian's "spoils of war."

Of course, the premise is if he still has a chance to defeat Liu Xiaotian.

Because it's obvious that Liu Xiaotian did this intentionally, his reaction will certainly not be faster than Liu Xiaotian's.

Besides continuing to fight, defeating this extremely shameless Eastern soldier before him for revenge, what use is language?

But now, Zha'erbi truly wishes he had no pain nerves.

Not far away, Gong Jian turned his head to glance at Chen Shanming, and asked in a low voice:

Because of this mission, Gong Jian already has some doubts about him.

But if that's the case, then he would have completely failed.

Although he is strong, but now he has indeed been injured, and it's a punishment-like injury of forcibly tearing out toenails; just this pain usable for interrogation is not something ordinary people can bear.

In desperation, Zha'erbi could only grit his teeth and violently pull out the toe that Liu Xiaotian had stepped on from under the leather military boot.

The fact that Zha'erbi is still standing and can still launch attacks already shows his endurance far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Chen Shanming:

Under Liu Xiaotian's kick, that pair of gray-orange colored "coconut" shoes instantly turned into "coconut shells," not to mention the toenail caps were hard‑grippingly torn off three by Liu Xiaotian's stomping and grinding, and blood instantly soaked the thin shoe upper.

If he were to say another such thing, given Gong Jian's sensitive mindset, he would inevitably think of other things.

He doesn't even know whether this special forces world, which is roughly similar to his original world, actually has such a witty saying; what if it doesn't?

Blood surged forth, and Zha'erbi's shoe soles were quickly filled with sticky blood.

Moreover, even if he hesitated just 0.5 seconds, Liu Xiaotian's monkey would succeed in stealing the peach!

If that were the case, he wouldn't be affected at all now.

He had long realized that the person standing before him was an Eastern soldier with considerable strength.

Although not as strong as him, he is certainly not to be underestimated.

After Liu Xiaotian began this kind of attack that followed no pattern and had no taboos, he was forced into such a sorry state that he can't even manage an effective counterattack now.

And Liu Xiaotian, who has already attained 'no taboos', how could he, at such a critical moment, give him even a chance to catch his breath?

(End of chapter)