Chapter 196: Living Up to the Name 'Owl

Anyway, Xu Tianlong felt that this time he really opened his eyes.

Having grown up this big and trained martial arts for so long, it was still the first time he saw someone able to apply the moves of kids fighting, street brawlers fighting, into combat so smoothly.

Most importantly, damn it, it actually had such a remarkable effect.

After Zha'erbi was severely injured by Liu Xiaotian's Toe Stomp, he had no effective counterattack left.

His stamina was still plenty, but due to the injury to that foot, his movement speed dropped drastically, leaving him only able to passively defend, or simply put, take a beating—this is the most frustrating thing for a 'master' like Zha'erbi.

Yet he could only grit his teeth and endure it, with no way to respond.

He simply couldn't predict Liu Xiaotian's next move; even when uninjured he had once been forced into some embarrassment, let alone now in this injured state. Liu Xiaotian wore a smug, unforgiving expression, giving Zha'erbi no chance to catch his breath, followed by a relentless barrage of attacks like a violent storm.

Zha'erbi is indeed a master, and it's true that his ability to withstand blows is strong; even now his arms remain tightly locked around his head without any disorder—but what good does that do?

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

He had money and strength; for years no one dared mock him, and gradually he even forgot the discrimination he suffered as a child.

That's because his first thought was that people like this usually care more about others' opinions, especially such blunt mockery.

Because he knows that when people are angry, they are prone to make mistakes.

Especially when they are in a fury.

I can't guarantee whether an actor will become a big star, but if you just register an account on those video platforms and start streaming, you'll surely have a spot among the year's top ten internet celebrities! How did that saying go?

Damn it, if this kid weren't called the Owl, I doubt anyone in the world would deserve that nickname.

How could he not know this is a mission, not a show?

This guy isn't just ordinarily cautious; even with a detonator in hand, he still placed Tang Xinyi in front of himself as a 'shield', giving Chen Shanming and the others holding guns far away no chance to shoot.

Liu Xiaotian's laugh seemed to remind the Owl of something, his voice turning a few degrees colder: 'Eastern soldier, are you mocking me?!'

With that kick, even if Zha'erbi had trained the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth, a blow to that spot in the rear would surely be unbearable.

They had brought in five or six renowned plastic surgeons, but for his face, even those doctors were powerless.

Finding his face funny is genuine, but acting so flamboyantly about it was deliberate.

Zha'erbi let out a strange sound, his body tensed suddenly, then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed flat on his back.

Let me tell you, with your looks, if you manage to save your life this time, even if you're not released until you're eighty, you'll surely never have to worry about food or drink.

That face, those eyes, that nose—aren't they unmistakably Owl-like?

The loss of cultivation was now inevitable.

Those manufactured internet celebrity faces are all the same; natural ugliness is unbeatable under heaven—exactly, that's what they say! Your face is simply ugly beyond the heavens……hahaha……

Even Tang Xinyi, who once went undercover beside him, had always insincerely 'praised' that face which really had nothing to do with 'handsome'. Only this Eastern soldier before him, his expression and laughter now filled with mockery toward him—how could the Owl not be angry? Yet facing his anger, Liu Xiaotian gave it no thought, instead chuckling and saying: 'Owl, hear me out—quickly put down the detonator in your hand and surrender obediently.'

"Stop!"

No wonder—regarding his own extremely distinctive face, the Owl had been puzzled for over forty years.

Under Liu Xiaotian's nonstop barrage, even if his whole body were wrapped in sparring gear, he'd surely get dizzy and dazed—let alone Zha'erbi, who was just taking it head‑on. Finally, one of Liu Xiaotian's elbow strikes slipped past Zha'erbi's arms and smashed hard into his head.

From childhood onward he once felt inferior, which in turn led to his extreme, dark personality.

"Pfft……hahaha……"

Liu Xiaotian simply couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, even though he clearly saw the Owl holding the detonator in his hand.

Liu Xiaotian's first impression was: the nickname 'Owl' truly lives up to its name.

Although the recoil also made Liu Xiaotian's arm go numb off and on, this time Zha'erbi couldn't stay planted; he staggered, his body involuntarily turning half a circle to face Liu Xiaotian sideways.

If Liu Xiaotian hadn't studied biology, especially human reproduction, in depth, he might have thought this guy actually had Owl blood.

After gaining money and strength, he hadn't not considered plastic surgery.

For this reason, the enraged Owl let none of them live.

With a cold, low growl, a man's face immediately appeared in Liu Xiaotian's sight.

Just as Liu Xiaotian was about to step forward and lift Zha'erbi up, the hatch, which had been silent, suddenly swung open from inside.

Punches, flying kicks, elbow strikes, knee blows—whatever handy attack he could throw, Liu Xiaotian used them all on Zha'erbi.

"Whoa! ……"

Compared to Liu Xiaotian, the 'Rocket Jump' he used on Zabuka was pathetically weak.

Liu Xiaotian laughed until he doubled over, but his eyes never left the hand the Owl used to grip the detonator.

Moreover, the opponent was the famed Owl who had been renowned for years; Liu Xiaotian's doing this was actually meant to thoroughly provoke the Owl.

Faced with such an excellent opportunity, how could Liu Xiaotian let it pass? He immediately launched a kick, the toe of his military boot—reinforced with an iron plate inside the leather—smashing hard into Zha'erbi's rear entrance.

Xu Tianlong: ……

Of course, this is also extremely dangerous.

If the Owl were to lose his temper and his finger twitched even slightly, not only would this ship be destroyed, but everyone aboard and that CVX2 explosive would vanish in the blast as well.

That's why his eyes remained locked on the Owl's hand.

At the slightest chance, he would draw his sidearm and fire.

At a distance of only six or seven meters, Liu Xiaotian now has at least a ninety‑nine percent chance of precisely hitting the finger the Owl rests on the trigger! (End of chapter)