Chapter 40: The Last Man Zhang Xiu
For these ordinary soldiers who do not have strong spiritual powers, martial arts cultivation can bring them a huge physical fitness advantage, greatly increasing their survival rate on the battlefield.
Therefore, martial arts practice is often only found among soldiers and bodyguards of large families. These martial arts cultivators are also often weak spirit mediums, and only a very small number of people who have the strength of medium mediums or above will choose to embark on this path of no return.
Heisenberg is one of those very few.
He is now completely free of his powers, and the psychic energy generated in his brain is constantly sent to every cell in his body, giving them the command to "liberate".
The ribs contract and expand at an exaggerated angle, driving the lungs to suck in the air around them like blowers. The heart beats at a high rate of 300 beats per minute, and hundreds of liters of blood are pumped to the lungs to oxygenate the air, which then sends them through the arteries to every corner of the body. The newly reborn muscle fibroblasts happily absorb the oxygen and nutrients sent from the blood, and the osteoblasts secrete hard enamel to strengthen the surface of the bones.
Endless power is being generated.
Heisenberg rubbed his shoulders and let go of his hand, his aura was completely different, he was no longer the stupid fat man who everyone could bully, but a general who killed on the battlefield, and everywhere he looked, the coercion like substance enveloped the entire space.
He swung his fist and hit Zhang Xiu, and there was a gray-white air shock wave on his fist. His strength was imposing and completely unstoppable, but it couldn't hit Zhang Xiu, and every time Zhang Xiu was able to dodge his attack in a strange posture at the last moment.
"Ahh Heisenberg felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and Zhang Xiu's short dagger suddenly appeared from the side in a confrontation just now, stabbing Heisenberg's trapezius muscle, Heisenberg held back the pain and swept his arm towards Zhang Xiu's head with a large wave. If he was hit by this blow, Zhang Xiu's cervical vertebrae would be broken on the spot.
But he couldn't even touch Zhang Xiu's clothes.
Zhang Xiu retreated as soon as he struck a blow, and he didn't love fighting. He carried the dagger upside down in his right hand, his face was as pale as chalk, and his left foot was bagged and obviously wounded, and he seemed to be in a very bad state, as if he would fall down at any moment.
But even so, his movements were precise and aggressive, often finding holes in Heisenberg's defenses, and then leaving a trail of blood on him with a dagger.
The scars and pain on his body made Heisenberg go crazy, and he developed the feeling of being played with by a cat. He certainly shouldn't be a rat! Heisenberg had never met an opponent in hand-to-hand combat since he entered the martial arts, and this waste in front of him, who didn't even have psionic energy, a waste who was so weak that he was about to die, actually forced him to this point!
Although Heisenberg looks fat and stupid, his tactical cultivation is quite superb. When he judged that it was impossible for him to defeat Zhang Xiu, he changed his strategy.
He sneered at Zhang Xiu, turned around and walked towards Scarlett, raising his fist high.
Sun Tzu's Art of War, Chapter 6, "Fiction and Reality": Therefore, those who are good at attacking, the enemy does not know what they are defending. If you attack the enemy, you will be saved.
No one knew that he was once a captain in the Marine Corps of the Third Fleet. For some reason, he was sent to the fence, and because he had a baby face, he went back to high school as Ivan's bodyguard.
Seeing that Scarlett was about to die in Heisenberg's hands, Zhang Xiu, who was in a hurry, threw the dagger out and stuck it in Heisenberg's back.
But Heisenberg's psionic strengthened body didn't care about this injury at all, he looked at Zhang Xiu with a mockery, as if mocking his stupidity, and his raised fist was about to fall.
Zhang Xiu's figure was faster than Heisenberg's fist, and he flashed from the side and rushed towards Scarlett.
But Heisenberg's fist changed direction halfway and hit Zhang Xiu head-on. He smiled cruelly, this was exactly the ending he wanted, his target was not Scarlett but Zhang Xiu from the beginning.
Zhang Xiu's body flew through the air and hit the stone wall of the cave, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Die!" Heisenberg strode forward and slammed his fist hard at Zhang Xiu. At that moment, he met Zhang Xiu's gaze, and the dark blue candle flame was burning in Zhang Xiu's black pupils.
Zhang Xiu's left fist collided head-on with Heisenberg's right fist, causing a loud explosion.
Heisenberg's strong right fist was directly smashed into pieces, blood splattered, and calcified bones were inserted upside down on the broken limbs,
Zhang Xiu's left fist did not stop advancing, and after smashing Heisenberg's right fist, it continued to fly into his surprised face.
The headless fat corpse slammed to the ground, disgusting like a fat worm in a dung pit.
Zhang Xiu stumbled back a few steps, leaned against the wall and coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his cough hoarse and sharp, like the sound of the wind blowing through the alley.
He was badly wounded, but he still held on to the wall and walked towards the entrance of the cave.
Scarlett, who was frightened, watched all this blankly, but seeing that now she finally realized that Zhang Xiu was leaving, she hurriedly stood up and ran over to grab Zhang Xiu, but she felt that it was inappropriate, and her outstretched hand was hanging in the air.
"Zhang Xiu? You, where are you going? Scarlett asked timidly.
Zhang Xiu paused for a moment, but did not look back, and continued to walk towards the entrance of the cave.
"Ha, it's still raining outside, you, you're injured, won't you rest for a while?" Scarlett spoke incoherently.
"It's better for you to stay away from me." Zhang Xiu didn't stop.
Scarlett's sad tears kept rolling in her eyes, and she could hear the strong rejection in Zhang Xiu's tone. Even if he doesn't like him, he doesn't need to reject her like this, right? It's like, as if he's scared of her.
Zhang Xiu was about to walk out of the hole, Scarlett hurriedly wiped away her tears, ran up and grabbed his left hand: "Zhang Xiu, I'm afraid." ”
Zhang Xiu withdrew his left hand like an electric shock and slowly turned his head.
Scarlett took a few steps back in surprise, she didn't recognize the person in front of her.
Even though his face was no different from the handsome young man she had dreamed of, she still didn't know the man.
The boy of the past, despite countless setbacks, still has an unyielding figure standing in the depths of his eyes, wanting to wield a giant axe to split all the shackles.
And the person in front of him seems to have lost all the meaning of survival, and he is no different from an old man waiting for death.
Scarlett felt a flood of boundless sadness rushing over her, the sunshine, self-confidence, persistence, and determination of that teenager were gone, only pain, exhaustion, and despair remained.
What kind of circumstances can make this young man whose heart is as hard as steel despair?
Zhang Xiu turned his head abruptly, and walked out of the cave step by step, into the icy wind and rain.
Scarlett regretted dying, and the subconscious retreat just now must have hurt him again. In his most desperate and weak moments, he did not become the one who stood with him.
Hot blood surged into Scarlett's head, and she ran out of the cave and hugged Zhang Xiu from behind.
"No matter what happened to you, Zhang Xiu, let me bear it with you."
"Leave me and be nice to you."
"I won't leave you again, never."
"I'm a demon, a demon who kills, let me die, it's good for everyone."
"If you are a demon, I am a female ghost."
Of course, such a conversation would not really appear, Scarlett just hugged Zhang Xiu tightly, and the two were silent. In the depths of the lonely jungle, the icy wind, the sad rain, the infatuated girl reveals her heart to the desperate teenager for the first time.