Insufficient balance

  I stared intently as a patrol team walked out of sight, suddenly snatching the glasses pinched in Zhangsun Ting's hand, saying in a low voice: "This is indeed a dead end that we must break through. It seems that we can only put ourselves into the situation first and then adapt to find the weakness of the chessboard. Now that things have come to this, we absolutely cannot use just one misunderstanding to explain our mistakes. Our luck has really turned against us to the extreme. I made these glasses just in case, but unexpectedly they actually played a role. There's only one pair of glasses, so we can only send one person. You stay here and wait for me!"

  Taking advantage of Zhangsun Ting's slow reaction, I crouched down and rushed out of our hiding spot. As the saying goes, "planning is done by humans, but success is determined by heaven". This is just a legend created to portray Zhuge Liang in the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms. In my opinion, only by grasping sufficient data, knowing oneself and others, and adapting to changing circumstances on the battlefield can one truly achieve success!

  Although my close combat skills are far inferior to those of the professional bodyguard I killed, I have been fascinated by military affairs since childhood and have indeed worked hard in my studies, learning a large number of bizarre survival techniques from my father's guards. I bent my waist at an angle of 45 degrees, concentrating all my strength on my toes, landing with my toes every time, then quietly sticking to the ground after proper buffering, and then fiercely launching myself out with full force, my speed not inferior to that of a normal person sprinting on flat ground. To others, I looked like a clumsy guy who would fall to the ground if he didn't run at full strength.

  The one who taught me this running skill is a master of Southern-style martial arts, and it's said that he also studied Japanese ninjutsu. Although he disapproved of the absolutely abnormal and inhumane training methods, he still developed this set of skills called "cat steps" from the ninja's stealthy surprise attack techniques.

  In just a few seconds, I silently sprinted out 50 meters. As I was about to enter the infrared edge, my body suddenly pounced forward and curled into a ball as it stuck to the ground. Relying on the inertia of my body, I quickly rolled forward until I was sure I had rolled out 20 meters before using both hands to push off and jump up lightly.

  Just at this moment, my eyes suddenly jumped several times, and I quickly looked around, shouting in my heart: "Not good!"

  The searchlights on the watchtowers on both sides of the thing swept over simultaneously, violating the rules, and I could still hear the footsteps coming from behind. The person who designed this chess game is really good at grasping the essence of military strategy, and can actually add a change to what seems like an impregnable dead end, immediately disrupting my carefully planned plan.

  I saw a manhole cover for a sewer within two meters of me, and without hesitation, I lifted the iron lid and jumped into the less-than-one-meter-deep sewer.

  "Bang!"

  A dark shadow loomed before my eyes, and the splashing mud covered my face. Unconsciously, I opened my mouth to breathe, but inhaled a mouthful of foul odor. A mixture of rotting things and muddy water poured into my mouth, irritating my throat uncontrollably. Just as I was about to vomit, I closed my eyes tightly and plunged my head into the thick mud over half a foot deep. At the same time, I couldn't help but start vomiting wildly. My stomach acid mixed with the food I had just eaten for dinner gushed out of my throat, only creating a few bubbles in the mud.

  I had just vomited and took a deep breath, the foul-smelling mud was sucked into my throat. At this moment, the patrol team's footsteps came to the top of my head. I could only desperately stretch out my hand to twist my own foot, in the almost self-torturing physical pain, slowly swallowing the mud mixed with my vomit into my stomach. The kind of instantaneous stimulation of spirit and body to the extreme point of pain is unimaginable for those who have not experienced it.

  I lay quietly in the filthy mud that a normal person could not tolerate, until my lungs were about to burst from lack of oxygen. The footsteps had faded away and I couldn't hear any sound anymore. I suddenly got up and vomited nonstop. My eyes were already sore from being soaked in the mud, and there was no clean spot on my body to wipe them with. My mouth was filled with putrid-smelling rotten mud that mixed with my saliva and slowly seeped into my taste buds, making me feel like I was going to throw up again. I could only take advantage of the brief moment when I had nothing left in my stomach to spit out water, desperately trying to make myself feel a little better.

  Just then, a sound of water came from the front, and a stream of dirty water rushed down the drain. I picked it up like a treasure, not knowing whether it was someone else's foot wash or sock wash, and first sent it to my mouth, then spat it out fiercely, and picked up another handful to barely wipe off the dirt on my face.

  I can't go out now, my whole body smells terrible, even if it's tens of meters away, people will feel the stench is unbearable. Once I go out, I absolutely cannot avoid the patrol team's pursuit. I'm lying in a low and narrow sewer with a height of only over half a meter, I have to lift my head up as much as possible to avoid more mud splashing on my face as I crawl.

  To challenge my limits, I once received the most brutal survival training in the army for two months. I could eat moss that even wild goats wouldn't touch. I was also thrown into an abandoned mine by a drill instructor with only a lighter and a dagger to struggle underground for 25 hours.

  To supplement my physical strength, after fighting dozens of mice and chewing them raw, they became my delicious meal. To this day, I still can't forget how I put a whole large earthworm into my mouth, feeling its desperate struggle in my mouth, then biting down hard with my teeth, the earthy smell immediately filling my entire oral cavity.

  After leaving the military camp, I received psychological treatment for a whole half year before I could become a normal person again, rather than a war machine or a madman. To be an excellent warrior is not something that those far away from the military can fabricate into heroic legends through their own bold guesses.

  I turned on the flashlight and covered it with my palm to diffuse the light upwards. I carefully examined the narrow passageway in front of me, which was dark and damp like all sewers. Judging from the building materials used for the walls, this sewer seemed to have a considerable history. Every thirty meters or so, there was a manhole cover made of thin steel bars welded together. Perhaps due to the high altitude, there weren't many spider webs inside the sewer, but some large centipedes were crawling around. Just as I was observing carefully, a half-foot-long centipede crawled in front of me, raised its head and deliberately looked at this uninvited guest.

  I tried to move forward, my palm pressed into a patch of slippery, wet and cold mud. It was a kind of slipperiness and chill that made one's heart tremble with fear, and from time to time, it would turn out the stench that had been accumulating for who knows how many years. I suddenly remembered that in this environment, there must be a lot of methane, and if I stayed here for too long, I would definitely suffocate from lack of oxygen and die. Thinking about the scene when others pulled my corpse out of the sewer was quite thrilling.

  I turned off the flashlight and started crawling forward with force. Before long, both my hands and legs were scratched by shards of glass and sharp stones accumulated in the sewer, leaving me with patches of scaly wounds. I didn't want to think about what color and scene my bright red blood mixed with the black rotten mud would create. Every time I crawled under a manhole cover, I lifted my head and took a deep breath of the outside air.

  In the dark world of the sewer, I move forward silently by myself. Because there are no contrasting coordinates, before long I lose my sense of distance and time. I don't know how long or how far I've crawled. I keep singing a song to myself: With pride facing the raging waves, hot blood like the red sunlight, courage like iron, bones like refined steel, chest wide as ten thousand zhang, eyesight long as ten thousand li, I strive to be strong and make a good man of myself, every day I must be self-reliant, hot-blooded men are more radiant than the sun...

  It's this song and the extreme desire for victory that supports me to move forward little by little, I don't know how much longer I need to climb, but I know every time I take a step out, I'm one step closer to victory! Every time I reach a manhole cover, I'll search around, and after finding nothing, I'll continue moving forward with disappointment and hope.

  At last, I felt a lump that had been soaked into a ball by the muddy and dirty water. Inside it was something sharp and hard that pierced through my palm, causing my heart to beat wildly - it was that canvas bag!

  I knelt in the muddy bend, with trembling hands carefully distinguishing through a layer of canvas, no mistake, it was the hammer and chisel we had used. I finally found them!

  My brain was spinning with dizziness, my body on the verge of collapse from severe oxygen deprivation. I quietly pushed open the manhole cover above my head and peeked out, carefully observing my surroundings. But now everything in front of me had a double image, and even my ears were ringing nonstop. Even if someone was standing right in front of me, I might not have noticed them.

  I crawled out of the sewer and rolled to the corner, greedily swallowing the fresh air with my mouth. Just as I was physically and mentally relaxed, a powerful hand suddenly slapped heavily on my shoulder from behind. Subconsciously, I immediately raised my arm and slammed my right elbow backward.

  He took a slanted step forward, chopping out with his hand, effortlessly neutralizing my attack. A near-fracturing pain shot through my right elbow as he transformed his palm into fingers and clamped down on it, suddenly exerting force to fling me two meters high.

  I fell flat on my back and had the most intimate contact with the ground, only to hear a loud "thud" sound, and all the bones in my body let out a painful wail. Suddenly, hundreds of golden bees emerged from nowhere, buzzing around my eyes and ears non-stop, making me dizzy. That fearsome opponent pounced on me, sitting on top of me, using judo-like techniques to lock down my four limbs tightly.

  I suddenly raised my upper body, using the method to deal with Lu Peng's bodyguard, and repeated the trick, opening my big mouth and biting hard at his throat. Faced with this wild and savage blow, he subconsciously took a step back, and I rushed forward, splashing the rotten mud from the sewer all over his clothes. Not stopping there, I opened my big mouth again and left two rows of teeth marks on his chest with all my might.

  "Ah no!"

  A pained grunt sounded in my ear, followed by a hand chop aimed at the back of my neck. Since my entire head was buried in his chest, the blow only landed heavily on my shoulder.

  "Humming..."

  My shoulder blades made a light cracking sound like a wooden stick breaking, and I didn't know if my own shoulder blades were already broken. A fierce anger burst out in my heart, and I bit down on his chest muscles with all my might, refusing to let go. My two rows of teeth ground down on the prey I had bitten into like a file.

  "Ah no......"

  The other party let out a painful hum and immediately swung another hand knife.

  "Humming..."

  This time I'm really sure my shoulder blade is broken, otherwise how could it hurt so much that I almost jumped up and cried out three times?

  I raised my still movable left hand and punched him hard, he had nowhere to hide and could only stare at me with his eyes wide open as my muddy "stinky fist" smashed straight into his chin. With a loud "slap", I felt a warm sensation on my fist, and he was hit so hard that I didn't know if his nose was bleeding or not.

  "Hahaha……" I let out a triumphant laugh in my heart, opening my mouth to its widest possible arc since birth, taking a deep breath and feeling his chest muscles fill up my entire mouth. I bit down hard again, shouting unclearly from my mouth while biting: "You chop, hit, kick, I'm going all out with you!"

  His knife chopped down on my body again and again, each time I retaliated by increasing the force of my teeth. Finally, taking advantage of his carelessness, I pushed him off my body, freed my right leg, and violently kneed him in the groin.

  His body suddenly arched, and a faint, girlish whimper escaped his lips. Along with the sound of ripping cotton, I managed to bite off several pieces of fabric from his chest. Before I could even celebrate my successful sneak attack, one of his kicks landed squarely on my chest with unadulterated force.

  He's really a master!

  I am one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, due to regular high-intensity physical training, my muscles are enough to attract girls' attention. I was kicked into the air, heavily hitting the wall behind me, and fell like a scattered frame. Again, I slammed onto the mysterious opponent who hadn't had time to get up yet.

  I stretched out my hands and tightly wrapped them around his waist and arms, his waist was much slender than I had imagined, but full of flexible elasticity. As his body twisted, a burst of explosive force surged out from his waist, constantly impacting my arms. I was already dizzy and my eyes were blurred, my arms were slowly pried open, and in front of me, amidst the snowy white, there was still a hint of pink, as he opened his mouth wide again and swallowed everything once more.

  A surge of salty sweat smell rushed into my nostrils, but surprisingly, there was also a hint of feminine fragrance mixed in. His pectoral muscles were thick enough, but could only be described as full of elasticity, still far from being hard. Filling my entire mouth, it was like chewing on a large piece of gum. Almost instinctively, my tongue licked his chest muscle, and after licking a slightly raised hard core, I rolled up my tongue and wrapped it around it for several turns...

  The hand knife that was fiercely slashing towards my shoulder finally turned into a struggling pounding, and in the end, this martial arts master finally choked out with a sob: "You dead rascal, let go of your stinky mouth, you let me go..."