“Not good…” Looking at the approaching fist, Feng Bujue muttered helplessly, and at the same time, activated a scouting skill that could be called a divine technique—【My Skateboard Shoes】.

This move was used on Brother Jue by 【Doomsday Assault】 during the S2复赛 (fùsài - semi-finals) stage when Hell Frontline faced Corpse Blade First Squad. The effect is: 【After activation, the next melee damage you receive will be reduced by 90%, and all special effects attached to that attack will not be triggered; at the moment the attack ends, you will automatically move behind the attacker, and gain a double attack speed bonus for four seconds.】

Although Doomsday Assault eventually died under Feng Bujue's calculations at that time, the current situation is obviously different... Liu Xing doesn't know that players can use "counter-attack skills." He was sure of this punch.

However, the result after actually hitting him was... Feng Bujue stood there and blocked it casually, taking Liu Xing's attack, which was powered by eight times his internal energy.

Seeing this scene, not to mention Liu Xing himself, even Liang Feifan, who was lying in the distance, was so shocked that his mouth was wide open and his eyes were staring, and his heart was filled with horror.

Whoosh—

Just as they were shocked, Feng Bujue had already teleported behind Liu Xing using the skill's effect.

The "double attack speed" bonus only lasts for four seconds, so it would be a waste not to use it; Feng Bujue naturally seized this four-second gap, and swung his nunchucks in a flurry of blows, using the technique... that he had just figured out of switching hands back and forth.

In addition, because he had been fighting with Liang Feifan for a long time, the 【Z-Pipe Wrench】's charge had already exceeded 80%, so its special effect four—the "combo" ability—was now activated; at least before the end of this battle, the damage of repeated blows that Feng Bujue launched against the same target with his nunchucks would gradually increase.

There is no doubt that... this kind of special effect, where the damage increases with the number of attacks and has no upper limit, can be very terrifying if used properly.

Feng Bujue's attack frequency was already not slow, and with the attack speed bonus, there was another burst of output in a short period of time... After this round of swinging, Liu Xing, who was repeatedly attacked from behind, immediately couldn't support himself. He staggered forward, rolled out, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ugh... I didn't expect..." Liu Xing covered his chest, looked back, and glared at Feng Bujue, "...You, a martial artist from the outer path, actually has such power. Who exactly are you..."

He didn't know that the other party used a skill that could reduce damage by 90% to block the move, nor did he know that Feng Bujue had various percentage damage reduction armors and that his defense was already very high. He only knew that... the person in front of him used one hand to withstand his strongest punch, and afterwards, he was not only unscathed, but also had the strength to immediately counterattack.

This scene was enough to make Liu Xing, and Liang Feifan, who was already injured beside him... lose their fighting spirit.

【Side Quest Progress Updated】

"It seems that the two of you have surrendered..." After hearing the system voice, Feng Bujue calmly glanced at the taskbar, and then found that the task progress had become 27; he immediately understood that the moment these two NPCs gave up resisting, the task's definition of "defeat" was completed, which meant... it was not necessary to cripple or kill the other party to complete the task, as long as "victory or defeat" could be determined.

"Then... I won't accompany you any further." Since he had already achieved his goal, there was no reason to grind with them any longer. After Feng Bujue finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

"Hold on!" Compared to Liang Feifan, Liu Xing was obviously more dutiful. Even though he knew he was no match for his opponent, he still got up shakily and shouted at Brother Jue's back, "Where are you going?"

"Of course, I'm going to steal your confidential information." Brother Jue replied in a matter-of-course tone.

"You... know where the archives are?" Liu Xing asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." Feng Bujue shrugged and continued, "And... I don't think I can get it out of you two, so..." He paused, "I'll just have to find it myself. Anyway, it must be somewhere in this building. I'll search up floor by floor, and I'll always find it."

"Hmph! Hahahahaha..." Hearing this, Liang Feifan burst out laughing. After laughing for a few seconds, he also looked at Brother Jue and continued, "Boy, do you think... you're invincible after defeating the two of us? Let me tell you..."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue didn't want to listen to him finish his sentence at all, and interrupted directly, "Are you trying to say... you two are the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings... oh, no... are the weakest two in the company's management; and then you want to spoil me about how many people are stronger than you, and what their nicknames and martial arts are, and finally tell me—even if I can win against so-and-so and so-and-so among them, there are still a few that someone like me can never surpass..."

What he guessed... was really close to the mark, as if he had peeked at Liang Feifan's script outline.

Brother Feifan was also stunned when he heard this, and responded somewhat at a loss, "Uh... how did you kno..."

"That's enough." Brother Jue tilted his head and quickly walked past him, "Keep those words to yourself, I'm not interested."

After saying that, he walked into the elevator and casually pressed the button for the second floor.

The reason why he didn't listen to Liang Feifan's threats was not because Brother Jue was conceited, but because he thought it was unnecessary; even if a strong enemy really appeared... the strength he observed from his own data perspective was more reliable than hearing about it from someone else's mouth.

Ding—

In the blink of an eye, the interval of one floor arrived. When the elevator doors opened, a person standing ten meters away stared straight at Feng Bujue.

That was a white man in his thirties, with ordinary looks, a conventional short brown hairstyle, and dressed in a white shirt, black suit pants, and a dark tie; this appearance... looked like an ordinary office worker.

But... Feng Bujue could "observe" that this person's strength was obviously above Liu Xing and Liang Feifan.

"This is interesting..." Brother Jue sized up the man in front of him and muttered, "How did you know I would come to the second floor?"

"I didn't know." The white man replied, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here waiting for you on purpose; it's just... my office happens to be on the second floor. I'm standing here just to see which floor the elevator that the intruder is riding will go to. I didn't expect... you stopped on my floor."

"So, you don't plan to stop me?" Feng Bujue asked as he walked out of the elevator.

"Heh..." The white man smiled and replied, "If you didn't appear in front of me, that would be fine... But since you've already come to my place, as a member of the company's management, how can I pretend I didn't see you?"

"I see..." Feng Bujue nodded, "My name is Feng Bujue, may I ask..."

"It's easy to say." The white man replied in Chinese with a bit of an accent, "I'm from England, my real name is Joseph David, my Chinese name is Chen Shaolong, but everyone calls me 'American Bro'. As for my position... let's just say I'm the general manager of the company."

"Hmm..." There were too many things to complain about in the other party's words, so Feng Bujue could only pick the most important ones, "Let's not talk about why an Englishman is called American Bro... Your company's building is dozens of floors high, and the general manager's office is actually on the second floor?"

"Can't it be?" American Bro asked rhetorically, "Is there some kind of rule... that people with high positions must have their offices on higher floors?"

"Hmm..." Brother Jue rubbed his chin and said in English, "good_point..."

"Okay, the mutual introduction and small talk end here. I'm too lazy to learn too much about someone who is about to die." As American Bro spoke, he took a half step forward.

Immediately afterwards, he let his hands droop, with the backs of his hands facing outwards, his fingers slightly relaxed, his feet separated parallel to each other, and then he slowly raised his arms to his chest, his left arm half-circled, his palm facing his face in a yin palm, and his right palm turned over into a yang palm... After this series of smooth and flowing movements, a dashing and beautiful starting stance was formed.

"This is..." Feng Bujue looked at the flow of data on the other party's body, and knew that his Kung Fu was one level higher than the two downstairs. He immediately stopped and focused, preparing himself.

"Without roots, without limits, all laws are natural..." American Bro rotated his hands in circles, standing firmly, and said in a loud voice, "...Tai Chi!"