Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Snowfield.

The wind was still howling, but it was a little gentler than before.

After burying himself in the snow for ten minutes to "physically cool down," Xing was finally pulled out by Dan Heng like a radish.

Although my body was still burning hot like a hand warmer, at least it wasn't emitting that kind of white smoke that threatened to set my clothes on fire anymore.

"call……"

Xing exhaled a breath of scalding hot air.

Much more comfortable.

The reproductive factors within her body calmed down a bit, no longer trying to burn her internal organs to ashes like a mad dog.

"Is...is everything really alright?"

March 7th cautiously approached and poked Xing's arm.

It's still hot.

But it's not the kind of heat that can burn you.

"Tsk. (It's nothing.)"

Xing shook her head, grabbed a handful of snow, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

It's like eating shaved ice.

Just then.

Xing's eyes suddenly sharpened as she looked at a small snowdrift not far away.

"It's this guy... I didn't expect to run into him so soon."

"Alright, let's just find him and have him lead us into the city."

Thinking about it, Xing pursed her lips, picked up a large rock, and tossed it around a few times... Not bad, just right.

March 7th: ? ? ? ?

Dan Heng: ? ? ? ?

What... what is this for?

Under the puzzled gazes of the two, Xing swung his arm in a wide arc.

Eyes closed

Aim

"Bang……"

"Oh my god! Who's so rude?"

A man with dark blue hair and wearing a flashy suit that wasn't very warm emerged from the snow.

Sambo Koski.

"Who are you?" Dan Heng raised his spear instantly, the tip pointing at the other person's nose.

"No, no, no! I'm a good person! A really good person!"

Sambo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but his eyes darted around the three of them.

Finally, his gaze settled on Xing.

That girl...

Wearing tattered, thin clothes, he radiated an astonishing amount of heat and was chewing on ice cubes.

Especially those golden eyes.

Stare at him.

She stared intently at him.

It's like a predator eyeing a piece of... a moving piece of braised pork.

"Gulp."

Sambo swallowed hard.

Good news: We didn't run into the Silvermane Guard.

Bad news: It would have been better to run into a Silvermane Guard.

He had originally intended to join them, but looking at it this way...

"Um... I'm just a passing trader, and I see you all have amazing physiques..."

"Are you in the same industry too?"

"As the saying goes, competitors are enemies... Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw."

"As the saying goes, those in the same trade are like family. This snowfield is so vast, it's more than enough for us to explore. Why fight and kill each other? Don't you agree?"

While laughing it off, Sambo subtly backed away.

The skis under my feet have already been quietly adjusted to the correct angle.

"Um, I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of at home, so I won't bother you any longer. See you later!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Whoosh—"

Sambo pushed off the ground with a sudden burst of speed, and like an eel, he slid out along the snow!

Extremely fast!

"Stop!" Dan Heng shouted, raising his gun to give chase.

But the snow here is too thick.

Danheng had barely taken a step when his foot sank into the snow, greatly reducing his speed.

Sambo was about to disappear into the blizzard ahead.

"..."

Xing squinted.

We can't let him get away.

In the story, this guy is the key guide to entering the lower level.

If we let him get away, we'll have to search the whole map for him, which is a huge waste of time.

We must...capture him.

Xing's brain began to calculate rapidly.

[Target distance: 15 meters]

Target speed: 12m/s

[Movement speed: Affected by snow accumulation, unable to catch up.]

[Calculate the optimal solution...]

Option A: Throwing weapons (unarmed, rejected).

Option B: Increase attack range.

Xing looked at the blue figure from behind.

It's a bit far.

The arm length is not long enough.

Then...

Let's make it a little longer.

"collapse!"

Xing stopped in her tracks.

Her left hand suddenly gripped the joint of her right shoulder.

No hesitation.

There was no power buildup.

It's like disassembling the parts of a doll.

With a blank expression, she pressed down hard and then pulled outward!

"Snap!!!"

A chilling, bone-shattering explosion resounded across the vast snowfield.

That was the sound of the shoulder joint capsule being forcibly torn apart.

That was the sound of the humeral head being forcefully pulled out of the glenoid cavity.

"star?!"

The screams of March 7th hadn't even had a chance to escape their lips.

next second.

A visual spectacle has occurred.

Xing's right arm, at the moment of dislocation...

Soaring!

Originally only a few dozen centimeters long, the arm, having lost the restraint of the joints and relying solely on the tough muscles and fascia for connection, suddenly stretched out like a whip that had been flung out!

"call--"

With the sound of wind breaking through.

That pale, even somewhat twisted hand crossed a distance that was originally absolutely unreachable.

Extremely accurate.

Extremely ruthless.

*Smack!*

He grabbed Sambo by the back of the neck!

Sambo, who was skiing at full speed, suddenly felt a tightness behind his neck.

then.

A terrifying, monstrous force struck.

"Holy crap?!"

Sambo was abruptly pulled to a stop!

The immense inertia lifted his feet off the ground, sending him tumbling through the air in a clumsy arc before crashing heavily onto the snow, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Gotcha."

Xing nodded inwardly.

Although the shoulders are a bit loose and don't bear much weight.

But as long as the ligament isn't torn, it can be used.

She dragged Sambo, who looked like a dead dog, back step by step.

And her right arm...

Because of the dislocation, it is now exhibiting an extremely terrifying length and angle.

It limply dragged on the ground.

You could even see that the skin on the shoulder had turned bluish-purple from overstretching, and the white bone fragments were faintly visible underneath.

"Let go! Sister! Let's talk this out!"

Sambo was strangled so badly that his eyes rolled back in his head.

He turned around, wanting to see which deity had captured him.

then.

He then saw the hand gripping his collar.

And... that arm that was stretched out like a noodle, with its joints completely misaligned.

Look up along the arm.

It was Xing's face, completely expressionless, even carrying a hint of satisfaction that said, "This trick really works."

"..."

Sambo's face turned green instantly.

"You...your hand..."

Sambo's voice was trembling.

"Lady!! You really went to the trouble of breaking your arm just to catch a thief?!"

"Is this something a carbon-based life form could do?!"

Xing ignored his screams.

She dragged Sambo in front of Danheng and March 7th and threw him on the ground.

then.

She glanced at her dangling right arm.

"It's a bit in the way."

Xing frowned.

She supported her right elbow with her left hand.

Align with the shoulder position.

Take a deep breath.

Suddenly thrust it upwards, then twist it!

"Crack!!!"

Another teeth-grinding, crisp sound.

The dislocated bone was forcibly pushed back into the joint socket.

"Sizzle—"

A few drops of golden blood seeped out from the skin of his shoulder, instantly congealing into red crystals.

All right.

They've been taken back.

Xing stretched her shoulders.

It makes a "creaking" friction sound.

It feels a bit rough, which might be due to wear and tear on the cartilage.

It's not a big problem, we can just add some engine oil to lubricate it later.

She clapped her hands in satisfaction and looked at Sambo on the ground.

"Sizzle... (Don't run away.)"

A threatening, static-like sound came from his throat.

on site.

A dead silence.

March 7th covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Danheng stood to the side.

His hands gripped the spear so tightly that his fingernails almost dug into the shaft.

He's angry.

Qi Sangbo's cunning.

A more auspicious method.

"Is this your fighting style?"

Dan Heng looked at Xing with an extremely complex expression.

"Regardless of the cost...regardless of the consequences..."

"As long as the goal can be achieved..."

"Even if it meant tearing my own body apart... it wouldn't matter?"

Sambo was so frightened that he curled up into a ball, trembling.

The way he looked at Xing was as if he were looking at a demon crawling out of hell.

"madman……"

Sambo wailed inwardly.

"These people are absolutely insane!"

"I just wanted to make a little profit... how did I end up with such a ruthless person who treats his own bones like building blocks?!"

And the star at the center of the storm.

He just stared blankly at everyone.

What's wrong?

What's wrong now?

It's just a dislocation.

She used to dislocate her joints quite a few times when cosplaying at anime conventions in order to recreate certain contorted poses.

As long as you find the right angle and apply a little force... you can get back.

It's really convenient.

It can both increase attack range and intimidate the enemy.

It's incredibly cost-effective, isn't it?

Xing wanted to explain that this was a "tactical maneuver".

But looking at March 7th, who looked like she was about to cry herself unconscious.

She silently shut her mouth.

Forget it.

Let's not talk about it.

She took out half of the Rift Crystal that she hadn't finished eating from her pocket, stuffed it into her mouth, and crushed it with a "crunch".

Calm down.

Take this opportunity to get some calcium.

After all, that last blow did seem to have caused some damage to the bones.