Chapter 516 Brutal Strangulation

"very good."

Strangler nodded slightly and responded briefly.

He gathered and absorbed the white light that was flickering around him, like stardust, and turned it into an extremely thin shield that exuded a hazy light.

He covered the motionless Xiaoya with this shield, and then slowly stood up.

He had heard that someone was approaching the ship from the bottom of the water. The sound of breaking the water waves came from more than one place.

"Ha. A bunch of scum."

Strangler said lowly and slowly.

His low voice, like a lion's roar, was full of sneers and sarcasm: "Sure enough, it's the same everywhere."

Hangzhou opened his eyes that turned into vertical pupils and straightened his back. Stepping out of the shadow-covered cabin.

His twisted and bent right hand was still dripping with blood, but the pace of strangulation did not waver at all.

The next moment after leaving the cabin, the golden eyes that seemed to melt and solidify suddenly melted and burned again - bursting out with a dazzling bright yellow flame.

The agitated arrogance filled his soul like a downpour in an instant.

As the glow of color faded before his eyes. The world in Strangler's eyes gradually slowed down.

He clearly saw the second bullet flying toward his left eye.

The next moment, Strangler raised his intact left fist.

The arrogant heart turned into a raging fire, and the strong bright yellow flame flickered like liquid gold, pouring out and bursting out from the clenched fist. A blazing flame that distorted the surrounding light surrounded his fist.

The left fist burning with glowing fire struck a straight punch in front of him without hesitation. His fist collided with the bullet in mid-air, but caused ripples in the air and made a loud noise like gold and iron clashing!

The bullet fired by the sniper rifle was easily intercepted by Strangler out of thin air!

After being attacked, he did not withdraw his fist.

Instead, he opened his clenched left fist in that direction.

All the golden flames wrapped around his fist rushed back toward his palm, condensing into a small ball of light.

The next moment, a stream of golden flames rushed away in the opposite direction - it simulated a bullet-like posture, returned with the same force as the bullet, penetrated the muzzle of the gun, and engulfed the sniper's head. Crush!

After eliminating the harassers in the distance, he lowered his broken right arm and looked down at the intruders lurking in the river.

"Come on, dear scum."

The white lion taunted: "Let me see how strong you are first."

The waves rising from the river were the only response.

Three men wearing uniform black matte diving suits jumped out of the water at the same time. None of the three of them are tall, but at least they are strong. The muscles visible to the naked eye stand out under the outline of the tight diving suit.

Their fish heads had no cover, just exposed to the eyes of the strangulation. But anyway, Strangler couldn't recognize the difference between fish head and fish head.

The men were holding no gunpowder weapons such as pistols that might malfunction due to water damage. Two of them each held a sharp trident; the other held a short spear in one hand and a speargun launcher with a rope in the other.

"Fancy."

Strangler sneered, instead of retreating, he stepped forward.

He grabbed the tip of the trident stabbed by one of them - he exploded with astonishing force, and even bent the barrel of the gun into an almost bow-like shape with one hand.

Then, he suddenly kicked out and hit the man's knee hard.

The moment the man lost his balance and fell to the ground, the tail end of the halberd he was holding fell out of his hand. Under the influence of inertia, he hit his master's neck.

Just one blow almost shattered the man's throat bone. Strangler held the spiked part, swung it like a stick with his backhand, and hit the man's temple hard, knocking him directly to the ground. With the force of the rebound, Strangler threw it in the opposite direction, forcing the other person who took the opportunity to approach back.

Immediately, Strangler turned it around with one hand, then held its handle and threw it directly——

The man with the speargun launcher had just boarded the boat and aimed the speargun to strangle. Before he even had time to pull the trigger, his abdomen was penetrated directly by the flying halberd.

And because of this, his shot missed to an absurd degree. The barbed speargun flew at least one meter above Strangler's head.

The man who was forced to retreat as soon as he made a move felt a little flinched when he saw that he was the only one left among the three people who boarded the boat.

He slowly backed away and looked at Strangler hesitantly. Then, he suddenly realized something.

He immediately struck hard at the strangled, bleeding and bent right arm!

He just wanted to force Strangler back - he was standing too close to the edge of the boat. If he took half a step back to the left, his friends in the water would directly drag his legs and carry him into the water!

But what he didn't expect was that strangulation would not be avoided.

His already bent right arm was hit by a long-handled weapon, and the fracture became more obvious - but that was all.

Strangler took two steps forward, and the golden flames wrapped around his left hand again.

His steps were strong and agile, and he suddenly jumped out of the blind spot where the man couldn't guard against and punched the man hard on the chin!

With just one punch, the opponent's consciousness was blurred.

But the moment the man fell backward, the giant strangled hand grabbed the man's face.

Just like reaching out to hold an orange, he held his face hard as if he wanted to crush the orange.

The huge pain caused the man to subconsciously let go and drop his weapon, and he woke up instantly.

He held the strangled left hand tightly with both hands. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

"—Say it."

Strangler showed a cruel smile, and his slowly clenched left hand was like a tightening vise, making a sour crunching sound on the man's head - the man's jaw had been broken and fractured in this simple and rough tightening, but Strangler But he had no intention of letting him go.

He just said slowly to the man who could not speak at all: "Who are you? Why did you come to attack me?"

"Well...well..."

The man struggled violently and seemed to want to speak.

But Hangzhou didn't let go of his hand immediately. He was concentrating on enjoying the torture process.

He won't wail or scream in pain. That doesn't make any sense.

The more miserable he is, the more he wants to bestow the pain he feels on others—especially on those who inflict his own pain.

At this moment, Strangler's pupils moved slightly.

The sound of the water exploding was heard at the moment.

With the sudden sense of crisis, the world in Strangler's eyes gradually faded again.

He turned slightly sideways and looked behind him.

An arrow shot out from the river behind him, breaking through the river and flying toward his heart.

Strangler did not dodge.

At least he couldn't avoid it completely.