"Okok …" For some reason, Feng Bujue couldn't help but blurt out a few sentences in English when faced with Brother America who spoke Mandarin. "You can do it …"
As he praised Brother America, he put away his nunchaku and stretched his shoulders and neck.
"Hmm?" Seeing Brother Jue's actions, Brother America's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "This kid … Once he saw that I was using Tai Chi, he's going to give up on his fighting style …"
Actually, Brother America had already guessed that Brother Jue was not someone to be trifled with before he met him. Earlier in the meeting room, when Liang Feifan and Liu Xing were arguing to capture the "intruder," Brother America felt that things were not as simple as they seemed …
Although "breaking through the no man's land, single-handedly killing his way into the jungle, and taking down dozens of Special Forces soldiers in a short period of time" was nothing out of the ordinary for the management of the Holy Land Ya Ge Organization, but from another perspective … The intruder was not a member of the organization. For an "external martial artist" who did not rely on the Golden Nitrogen Pill to be able to do these things, it was not normal.
Brother America, who was slightly weaker than Captain East Deity, was able to sit in the second position of the organization because of his intelligence and shrewdness. He could think of things that others could not think of.
Therefore, when everyone else thought that Liang Feifan and Liu Xing could easily solve this matter, Brother America, who was sitting opposite Captain East Deity, had a serious look on his face.
"Ha!" Brother America didn't wait long. After thinking for a while, he slightly retracted his Yin and Yang Palms, swung his arms, gathered his strength, and attacked fiercely.
This was the "Hand Wielding Pipa" style. The strength was as heavy as a mountain, but the speed was as light as a feather. The attack was as powerful as the wind and thunder.
However, Feng Bujue was prepared for this. He nimbly rolled on the ground to avoid his opponent's attack. Then, he kicked out with both feet, aiming for Brother America's shin bone with a scissor kick.
"Stop dreaming!" Brother America was not stupid. As a Tai Chi grandmaster, he knew the weaknesses of his own martial arts very well. When they were fighting, Brother America's Kung Fu was almost flawless. However, if they were in a close-range fight, no matter how exquisite his moves and Neigong were, he would not be able to use his full strength.
Therefore, before he made this move, Brother America had already tightened his lower body to prevent his opponent from bringing the fight to a ground battle.
Bang!
In the end, when Feng Bujue's powerful scissor legs closed, there was the sound of air exploding from the clash of internal energy. Brother America's legs were frozen in the horse stance and did not move at all.
"Tsk …" Brother Jue saw that his opponent did not fall as he had planned. He thought to himself, "You're forcing me to use my skills again, aren't you?"
It was obvious that Feng Bujue did not want to use his skills. Although he could use any skills he wanted, the consumption of skills was still substantial. For example, the move [My Skateboard Shoes] earlier was powerful, but it consumed a total of 1,200 Stamina Points. That was more than 20% of his total Stamina Points. If he used his powerful skills recklessly, his Stamina Points would be depleted in a matter of minutes.
However, when faced with an opponent who was superior to him in terms of combat skills, strength, and speed, it was almost impossible to defeat them efficiently without using skills.
"Fall!" Brother Jue did not succeed in his first move, so he changed his stance. He twisted his body to the side and followed it up with a scissor kick.
Logically speaking, this kind of sudden change in attack speed would not be as powerful as the first attack. That was what Brother America thought as well. How would he know that the scissor kick from before was just a normal scissor kick and the whip kick from after was the [Devilish Child's Whip Kick]?
"Ah … Ah …" A second later, Brother America fell to the ground in shock. He slowly yelled out, "Ah …" with a Northeastern accent.
Before he fell to the ground, Feng Bujue took advantage of this time to perform a move called "The Great Wall of Jericho". (When the enemy is face down, face the enemy's feet. Pull the enemy's legs up and fix the ankle under your armpit. Then, sit on the enemy's waist.)
The power of this move was shocking. While it suppressed the opponent, it also caused great pain. It was almost impossible to break. The only downside of this move was that it was very difficult to perform in a real battle.
It was obvious that if you could beat an opponent face down in a real battle, you would not be able to use any kind of move on him. Instead, you would just step on his head and cause more damage.
If it were not for the special effect of [The Scissor Kick], Feng Bujue would not have been able to find an opportunity to use this move.
"Ugh … You … This …" Before Brother America could recover from the shock of tripping, the sharp pain from his waist made him unable to say a word.
"If you are willing to stop resisting, I will let you go." Feng Bujue said calmly as he increased the force of his kick. "Otherwise … according to my estimation, in less than ten seconds, your spine will break."
"Hmph …" Brother America heard this and did not reply. He only grunted and gathered his True Qi. Then, he suddenly slammed his palm on the ground.
Even though the palm strike was powerful, it was not the kind of palm strike that was meant for brute force. When the wind from the palm strike landed on the ground, it only left a small crack on the ground. The main force of the strike was pushed upward in a way that was incredibly resilient. It knocked Brother America and Brother Jue, who was riding on Brother America's back, off the ground.
Once the two of them were off the ground, Brother America's upper body could curl forward. Brother Jue's "The Great Wall of Jericho" was broken. Even though Feng Bujue was still using his arms to clamp Brother America's legs, it did not mean much because Brother America's waist was no longer under pressure. Now, he could move his limbs freely.
Brother America moved his legs and broke free from Brother Jue's clamp. Then, he threw a punch at Brother Jue's jaw.
"Oh … Oh …" Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue saw the fist coming at him. It looked like he had been waiting for this for a long time. He immediately let out a strange cry and changed his position. He grabbed Brother America's arm and did a cross. (The active person and the passive person's body form a cross. The active person's legs are placed on the passive person's neck and chest. The passive person's arm is passed through the active person's crotch. The active person uses both hands to press the passive person's arm in front of his chest. Then, the active person uses both hands to press the passive person's arm in front of his chest.
Two seconds later, the two of them landed on the ground again. Even though they were in a different position from before, Brother America was still locked in place.
"Ah …" Brother America had just broken one move and was hit by another. Naturally, he was furious. He thought that his Tai Chi Kung Fu was invincible in a standing fight. But now, not only was he unable to perform his best moves, but he also had to fight with his opponent on the ground in a WWE-style brawl. It was a loss of dignity for him as the second-in-command of the organization.
Thinking about this, Brother America couldn't help but be angry. He was so angry that he became even bolder! In a fit of anger, he opened his mouth and bit Brother Jue's calf.
To be honest, this was one way to break the Cross Lock. However, the prerequisite was that your opponent had to be someone who would "relax because of the pain from the calf."
"Go ahead and bite me." However, after Feng Bujue was bitten, not only did he not relax, he even tightened the lock. "I don't mind giving you a few pieces of meat. But let me say this first … if I lose too much meat, I might slice you up and eat you later to replenish my protein."
When he said this, his tone was calm. However, in Brother America's ears, it made his hair stand on end. Because … his attitude didn't sound like a threat or a joke at all. Instead, it sounded like he was stating a plan, a fact that could very well be put into action.
"Hah!" After a few seconds, Brother America decided to go all out. After a scream, he broke the arm that was locked in place. With a roll, he pulled himself out of Brother Jue's grip.
However …
Feng Bujue's movements were like a shadow. Almost at the same time that Brother America used his strength, he had already predicted his opponent's intention and was ready for it.
Therefore, Brother America had only rolled a few times when Feng Bujue pounced on him again. He waited for the opportunity to grab the arm that was still intact and used a Kimura Lock. (Using one hand to pass under the opponent's elbow and the other hand to grab the opponent's wrist on the same side. The two hands interlocked and adjusted the position to form a lateral pressure. Using the opponent's elbow as a fulcrum, the opponent would be forced to surrender.) Once again, Brother America was firmly locked in place …
"You … you …" This time, Brother America was so anxious that blood was about to come out of his eyes. He screamed, "Let go of me!"
"Ha … I'll let go if you surrender." Feng Bujue laughed casually. "If you don't mind the pain, I'll play with you a little longer."
This casual attitude was no doubt a sign that he was confident in his ground fighting skills.
Even though Brother Jue was not the type of person who was "good at ground fighting," his understanding of Judo, wrestling, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and other fighting styles was at the level of an expert. With zero time difference, he only needed to pick a few moves from his memory and he could use them on the spot.
Speaking of which, for that, he had Blade Runner to thank.
As everyone knew, Childe Jian had a good relationship with Brother Jue. Other than the members of Underworld Frontline, he should be the one who joined Feng Bujue most of the time. In the daily leveling scenarios that were not written in the book, Brother Jue teamed up with Childe Jian many times. When Blade Runner was around, Not a Scaredy Cat was around as well. Long before these two became lovers, Not a Scaredy Cat would often use all sorts of fighting skills on the former. After they became lovers, the frequency of the attacks increased. Furthermore, Not a Scaredy Cat's fighting skills were of such high standard, the variety of moves, the precision of her movements, and the flexibility of her usage.
With Feng Bujue's personality, he would not miss the moment when Childe Jian was tortured. Every time Blade Runner was tortured by the woman using various moves, Brother Jue would stand by the side and watch. He would even make some sarcastic remarks at the right moment.
As the saying went, even if one had not tasted pork, one would have seen a pig run. Under this influence, Brother Jue naturally picked up quite a number of moves.
"Brother, I still have to give you a piece of advice." Several seconds later, Feng Bujue saw that the man was still hesitating, so he added, "I don't care how good your Tai Chi is. When you are tripped by me and forced into a ground fight, you have no chance of winning. If you know what's good for you, you'd better surrender now."
Brother America was not someone who would be easily persuaded, but … at this point, he gave it some thought and realized that his chance of winning was not high. His right hand was broken, and his left hand was bound. If this continued, even if he could break free, he would only be in a more passive position.
Just as Brother America was about to give up, a sudden change occurred!
At that moment, a series of booms could be heard coming from afar … Not long after, following the two loudest explosions, two holes were blasted open in the ceiling, and two robust figures jumped out from the two holes.
Just by listening to the sounds, it was easy to tell that the two people who had entered the battlefield had used a kind of "drill" technique to "drill" all the way down from a very high floor.
When the dust settled, the two figures stood still. Feng Bujue took a closer look …
He saw that the muscular white man on the left was nine feet tall, with a strong back and a wide chest. His upper body was bare, revealing his perfect sculpture-like muscles. He only wore a pair of tight shorts, showing a sense of unruliness and carefreeness. Although his appearance was extraordinary, there was an amiable smile at the corner of his mouth.
She then looked at the muscular Asian man on the right. He was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and round eyes. He had an imposing appearance. He didn't wear any clothes on his upper body, but there was a leather belt around his chest and a pair of tight black leather pants on his lower body. His overall appearance complemented each other. Although he wasn't as handsome as his companion, there was an indescribable melancholy in his eyes.
"Hey, boy ~" After the muscular white man stood still, he struck a professional bodybuilding pose. He looked at Brother Jue and said, "Looks like you are pretty good at wrestling. Do you dare to spar with me, Billy _ Herrinon?"
“F@ck_you!” Unexpectedly, before Feng Bujue could reply, the muscular Asian man took the lead and said, "When it comes to wrestling, with me, Van _ Darkholme, there is no need for you to embarrass yourself."
"Oh?" When Billy heard this, he was obviously unconvinced. "What do you mean? You think you are tough, right? "
"So what if I am? You have a problem with that? "Van did not back down in terms of words.
As the two talked, their eyes met and they gradually approached each other. They looked like they were ready to fight.
"Don't fight! Don't fight! " Seeing this, the American bro hurriedly picked up his heavily accented Chinese. Enduring the pain of being locked down, he shouted, "You have to get me out first!"
"Cut the crap! It has nothing to do with you. "However, Billy Herrinon ignored the request of the general manager.
"That's right. I only need a few minutes to settle this. Just bear with it." Van had the same attitude.
When the two of them replied to each other, they were still staring at each other. Soon, it developed from staring at each other to a physical altercation.
For some reason, these two muscular men, who were very cool and had good fighting skills, started to fight each other not long after they appeared.
Even Feng Bujue could not understand what was going on. Anyway, when he came back to his senses, Billy Herrinon and Van were already wrestling on the ground. The two of them were wrestling fiercely while making all kinds of weird noises. In between, they were saying "yeah", "good", "you like that huh?" and other English dialogue in a subtle tone.
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