“okok…” For some reason, when facing an American dude who spoke perfect Mandarin, Feng Bujue couldn't help but blurt out a few English phrases, "You can do it…"

He complimented the guy in a half-hearted tone while retracting his nunchucks and stretching his shoulders and neck a few times.

"Hmm?" Seeing Jue-ge's actions, the American dude immediately felt a sense of urgency and thought to himself, "This kid… seeing that I'm using tai chi, he's planning to abandon stand-up fighting…"

In fact, the American dude had already guessed that his opponent was no ordinary person even before he met Jue-ge. Earlier, in the conference room, when Liang Feifan and Liu Xing were fighting over who would capture the "invader," the American dude felt that things weren't that simple…

Although "breaking through the No Man's Land, single-handedly infiltrating the jungle, and taking out dozens of special forces soldiers in a short period of time" were commonplace for the Santiago Group's management, from another perspective… the invader wasn't one of the Group's people. It seemed unusual that an "orthodox martial arts cultivator" who didn't rely on Jin Dan could accomplish these things.

The American dude, whose strength was slightly inferior to Captain Dongxian, was able to secure the second-in-command position in the Group because of his intelligence and shrewdness. He could think of things that others couldn't.

Therefore, when everyone else naturally assumed that Liang and Liu could easily resolve this matter, the American dude sitting across from Captain Dongxian had a solemn expression on his face.

"Ha!" The American dude didn't wait any longer. After a moment of thought, he slightly retracted his outstretched Yin and Yang palms, gathered his strength in a sweeping motion, and suddenly attacked.

This move, "Hand Playing the Pipa," had a power as heavy and solid as a mountain, yet a speed as light and agile as a feather. It struck with the force of wind and thunder.

But Feng Bujue was prepared for this. He nimbly rolled to the ground, avoiding the attack, and then simultaneously thrust his legs out, aiming a scissor kick at the American dude's shins.

"Dream on!" The American dude wasn't stupid. As a grandmaster of Tai Chi, he knew the weaknesses of his own martial art inside and out. In a stand-up fight, the American dude's skill was nearly flawless, but if the fight entered a close-quarters grappling situation, his moves and internal energy, no matter how exquisite, would be useless.

Therefore, before making this move, the American dude had already tensed his lower body, anticipating the opponent's attempt to bring the fight to the ground.

Bang—

As Feng Bujue's powerful scissor kick closed, there was a burst of air from the clashing of internal energies. The American dude's legs remained firmly planted in their original stance, without budging an inch.

"Tch…" Seeing that the opponent didn't fall as he had planned, Jue-ge cursed inwardly, "So, you're forcing me to use skills, huh…"

Clearly, Feng Bujue was reluctant to use skills. Although he could now use various skills at will, the consumption of those skills was very real. For example, the previous move, [My Skateboard Shoes], was powerful… but it consumed a full 1200 points of stamina, which was more than 20% of his total stamina. If he relied on powerful skills and used them haphazardly, his stamina would be exhausted in minutes.

However, against opponents who surpassed him in fighting skills and whose strength and speed he couldn't directly overwhelm, it was almost impossible to defeat them efficiently without using skills.

"Fall!" When his first move failed, Jue-ge changed his stance in a fluid motion, twisting his body and following up with a low sweeping kick.

Logically speaking, this kind of temporary change of move that simply pursued speed would definitely be less powerful than the first strike… The American dude thought so too. How could he have known that the previous scissor kick was just a regular scissor kick, while the subsequent low sweeping kick was the [Naughty Kid's Low Sweeping Kick].

"Ah… ya…" A second later, the American dude fell with a look of shock on his face and slowly uttered the words "ah ya" in a Northeastern accent.

Before he had completely fallen, Feng Bujue took advantage of this moment of stiffness and performed a "Jericho Wall (when the enemy is lying face down, facing the enemy's feet, lifting the enemy's legs, securing the ankles under one's armpits, and then sitting on the opponent's waist)".

The power of this lock was astonishing, suppressing the opponent while causing extreme pain, and it was almost impossible to break. Its only drawback was… that it was very difficult to successfully execute in actual combat.

Think about it. If you could knock an opponent face down in actual combat, you probably wouldn't use a lock on them. It would be faster and more damaging to just stomp on their head.

If it weren't for the causal effect of [Naughty Kid's Low Sweeping Kick], Feng Bujue was afraid it would have been difficult to find an opportunity to use this.

"Uh… you… this…" The intense pain in his lower back prevented the American dude from speaking coherently; he hadn't even recovered from the shock of being tripped.

"If you are willing to give up resistance, I'll let you go," Feng Bujue said calmly as he increased the pressure, "Otherwise… according to my estimate, your lumbar spine will be broken in less than ten seconds."

"Hmph…" The American dude didn't respond when he heard this, only grunted, forced a breath of true energy, and then… suddenly struck the ground with a palm.

Although the palm strength of this strike was strong, it was not a forceful style. The palm wind struck the ground, only causing slight cracks, while the main force rebounded upward in a resilient manner, shaking both the American dude and Jue-ge, who was riding on the American dude's back, off the ground.

Once the two were off the ground, the American dude's upper body could curl forward, and Jue-ge's "Jericho Wall" would naturally break. Although Feng Bujue was still clamping the American dude's legs with his arms, it didn't matter much anymore, because the American dude's waist was no longer under pressure, and his hands and feet could freely exert force to attack.

Seeing this, the American dude channeled energy into his legs and shook off Jue-ge's grip. His single fist took advantage of the momentum and struck towards Jue-ge's jaw.

"Whoa~oh~" Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue saw the fist coming and revealed a look as if he had been waiting for a long time. He let out a strange cry, his body shape changed drastically, and he grabbed the American dude's arm, following up with an armbar (the attacker and the defender's bodies are in a cross shape, the attacker's two legs are placed on the defender's neck and chest respectively, so that one arm of the defender passes through the attacker's crotch, and the attacker uses both hands to press the defender's arm on the chest, and forcefully raises the hip, causing the defender to submit).

Two seconds later, the two fell to the ground again. Although their position at the moment was different from before… the American dude's situation of being locked in a lock had not changed.

"Ah…" The American dude was naturally annoyed to be hit with another move after just breaking free from one. He believed that his Tai Chi was invincible in stand-up combat, but now he not only couldn't use his specialty, but he also had to engage in this rough wwe-style duel on the ground, which was really unbecoming of his position as the second-in-command of the Group.

Thinking of this, anger rose from the bottom of the American dude’s heart! In a fit of rage, he opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on Jue-ge's calf.

To be honest, this was indeed a way to break the armbar, but only if… your opponent was someone "who would relax their strength because of the pain in their leg."

"Bite, bite as much as you like." But after being bitten, Feng Bujue not only didn't relax, but locked on even tighter, "It doesn't matter if I give you a few pieces of meat, but I'll say it in advance… if I lose too much meat, I might slice you up and eat you later to replenish protein."

The tone in which he said this was very calm, but it sent chills down the American dude's spine, because… his attitude didn't sound like a threat or a joke at all, but rather like he was stating a plan, a fact that was very likely to be put into action.

"Ha!" After a few seconds, the American dude decided to go all out. After a miserable shout, he broke the locked arm himself with force, and rolled away from the opponent's grip.

However…

Feng Bujue's movements were like a shadow. Almost at the same time as the American dude exerted force, he had already judged the other party's intention and made preparations.

Therefore, as soon as the American dude rolled a few times, Feng Bujue pounced on him again, seized the opportunity to grab his remaining arm, and applied a Kimura lock (passing one hand under the opponent's arm from below the elbow, grabbing the opponent's wrist on the same side with the other hand, interlocking the hands, adjusting the position to form a lateral pressure state, using the opponent's elbow as a fulcrum, twisting and pressing down in reverse, forcing the opponent to surrender), locking the opponent firmly again…

"You… you…" This time, the American dude was so anxious that his eyes were about to bleed out, and he howled loudly, "...Let go!"

"Heh… I'll let go if you surrender," Feng Bujue said with a relaxed smile, "If you don't mind the pain, I'll play with you a little longer."

This leisurely attitude was undoubtedly a manifestation of his confidence in his ground skills.

Although Jue-ge couldn't be considered someone "proficient in ground skills," his understanding of ground skills from various fighting styles such as judo, wrestling, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was at an expert level. With zero-time difference calculation, he could just pick a few moves from his memory and learn and use them on the spot.

Speaking of which… this had to be thanked to [Crazy Shadow Sword].

As everyone knows, Sword Master and Jue-ge have a pretty good relationship. He should also be the person who has teamed up with Feng Bujue the most times besides the members of the Hell Frontline. In those daily leveling scripts that are not written in this book, Jue-ge and Sword Master often team up, and when [Crazy Shadow Sword] is around, [Not Afraid] is mostly there too… Long before these two established a relationship, the latter often released various fighting techniques on the former. After the relationship was established, the frequency of release was even higher… Moreover, the level of those fighting techniques of the Not Afraid girl, the variety of routines, the standard of the movements, and the flexibility of the application… were all amazing.

With Feng Bujue's character, he would definitely not miss the scene of Sword Master being abused. Every time Crazy Shadow Sword was twisted and screamed by that superwoman in various poses, Jue-ge would leisurely watch from the sidelines and say a few sarcastic remarks from time to time.

As the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen a pig run. Under this influence, Jue-ge naturally learned a lot of movements.

"Buddy, let me give you a piece of advice." After a few more seconds, Feng Bujue saw that the other party was still hesitating, so he added, "No matter how powerful your Tai Chi is, when you are tripped by me and enter ground grappling, you won't even have a 10% chance of winning. Be smart and surrender quickly."

The American dude wasn't someone who could be easily persuaded by the other party, but… now that the fight had reached this point, he also felt that the chances of winning were slim. His right hand was broken, and his left hand was locked. If he continued to fight, even if he could break free, he would only become more and more passive.

Just as the American dude was about to give up resisting, suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

At that moment, there was a series of loud "boom boom boom boom" sounds coming from far and near… After a short while, accompanied by the loudest two bursts, two holes suddenly broke open in the ceiling, and two strong figures jumped down from the two holes.

Just by listening to the sound, it could be inferred that the two people who suddenly entered the battlefield used a leg technique similar to a "drill" to rush down all the way from a very high floor.

When the dust gradually settled and the two figures stood still, Feng Bujue looked carefully…

He saw that the white burly man on the left was nine feet tall, with a broad back and a bear waist, a wide chest, and strong bones and muscles. He was shirtless, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles, and only wore a pair of tight shorts on his lower body, showing a bit of uninhibitedness and freedom. Although his appearance was firm and extraordinary, he had a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the Asian burly man on the right, he was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and round eyes, a swallow's jaw and tiger's whiskers, and was awe-inspiring. He was also shirtless, but wore a set of leather belts around the outline of his pectoral muscles. His lower body was a pair of tight black leather pants, and the overall style was well-matched. Although his appearance wasn't as handsome as his companion, there was a hint of indescribable melancholy in his eyes.

"Hey, Boy~" After the white burly man stood still, he struck a very professional bodybuilding pose and looked at Jue-ge and said, "Looks like you're good at wrestling, I wonder, do you dare to have a couple of moves with me, Billy Herrington?"

"f@ck_you!" Unexpectedly, before Feng Bujue could reply, the Asian burly man snatched the lead, "When it comes to wrestling, with me, vAn (van_darkholme), around, how can it be your turn to come out and make a fool of yourself?"

"Oh?" Billy Herrington was obviously unconvinced when he heard this, "What do you mean? Do you think you're very tough?"

"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with that?" vAn also didn't back down in his words.

As the two spoke, they looked at each other and gradually approached each other, looking as if they were about to draw their swords.

"Don't fight! Don't fight!" Seeing this, the American dude quickly picked up his heavily accented Mandarin, endured the severe pain of being locked, and shouted, "Save me first!"

"Shut up! This has nothing to do with you." But Billy Herrington ignored the general manager's request.

"That's right, I can take care of this in a few minutes, you have to endure." vAn also had this attitude.

When the two replied, they still stared at each other intently, and soon developed from staring at each other to physical conflict.

I don't know why… these two strong men, who appeared on the stage in a very cool way and had good combat effectiveness, started fighting each other inexplicably shortly after they appeared.

Even Feng Bujue couldn't understand what was going on. Anyway… when he came back to his senses, Billy Herrington and vAn were already wrestling on the ground in a ball. The two were engaged in a very intense wrestling match while making strange moans and groans, interspersed with some English dialogues such as "yeah", "good", "you_like_that_huh?" spoken in subtle tones.