"okok..." For some reason, when facing an American dude who spoke fluent Chinese, Feng Bujue couldn't help but blurt out a few words in English, "You got this..."

He nonchalantly praised the guy while putting away his nunchucks and stretching his shoulders and neck.

"Huh?" The American dude, seeing Jue-Ge's movements, immediately tensed up, thinking, "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 before even meeting Jue-Ge. Earlier, in the conference room, when Liang Feifan and Liu Xing were fighting to capture the "intruder," the American dude felt that things weren't so simple...

Although "breaking through the no-man's land, single-handedly invading the jungle, and taking out dozens of special forces soldiers in a short time" were commonplace for the Santiago Group's management, thinking from another perspective... the intruder wasn't one of the Group's people. For an "unorthodox martial arts cultivator" who didn't rely on Golden Nitrogen Pills, doing these things seemed quite unusual.

The American dude, whose strength was slightly inferior to Captain Dong Xian, was able to sit in the group's second-in-command position because of his intelligence and scheming. He could think of things that others couldn't.

Therefore, when everyone else took it for granted that Liang and Liu could easily resolve the matter, the American dude, sitting across from Captain Dong Xian, showed a solemn expression.

"Ha!" The American dude didn't wait any longer. After a moment's thought, he slightly retracted his Yin-Yang palms, wound up his arms, and launched a sudden attack.

This stance, "Hand Waving the Pipa," had a strength as heavy as a mountain, but its speed was as light as a feather. The attack came like a gust of wind and thunder.

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

"Don't dream about it!" The American dude wasn't stupid. As a Tai Chi grandmaster, he was well aware of the weaknesses of the martial art he practiced. In a stand-up fight, the American dude's Kung Fu was almost flawless, but if it entered a close-quarters grappling situation, no matter how exquisite his moves and internal energy were, they would be useless.

Therefore, before launching this attack, the American dude had already tightened his lower body, guarding against his opponent bringing the fight to the ground.

Bang—

As Feng Bujue's powerful scissor kick came together, a burst of air exploded as internal energies clashed. The American dude's legs remained firmly planted in their original horse stance, unmoving.

"Tch..." Seeing that his opponent didn't fall as he had planned, Jue-Ge cursed inwardly, "So, you're forcing me to use skills..."

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

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

"Fall down!" When Jue-Ge's attack failed, he changed his stance accordingly, twisting his body and adding a low sweep kick.

Logically speaking, this kind of temporary change of move, which simply pursued speed, would definitely be less powerful than the first attack... The American dude thought so too. How could he know that the previous scissor kick was just a regular scissor kick, but the subsequent low sweep kick was [Brat's Low Sweep Kick]?

"Ah... ya..." A second later, the American dude fell with a shocked expression, slowly uttering "Ah ya" in a Northeastern accent.

Before he had completely fallen, Feng Bujue took advantage of this stiffened moment and performed a "Jericho's Walls of Jericho (when the enemy is lying face down, facing the enemy's feet, pull up the enemy's legs, fix the ankles under your armpits, and then sit on the opponent's waist)."

The power of this lock was amazing. It could suppress the opponent while causing great pain and was almost impossible to break. Its only drawback was... it was difficult to successfully use it in actual combat.

Think about it. If you could knock an opponent face down in actual combat, you probably wouldn't use any lock on him. Stepping on his head would obviously be faster and more damaging.

If it weren't for the causal effect of [Brat's Low Sweep Kick], Feng Bujue would probably have had a hard time finding a chance to use this.

"Uh... you... this..." The American dude hadn't recovered from the shock of being tripped. The severe pain in his waist made him unable to speak a complete sentence.

"If you're willing to give up resisting, I'll let you go." Feng Bujue calmly added force while saying, "Otherwise... according to my estimation, your lumbar spine will be broken in less than ten seconds."

"Hmph..." The American dude didn't respond when he heard this. He just grunted, forcibly mustered a breath of true qi, and then... suddenly slapped the ground with his palm.

Although the palm force was strong, it wasn't a fierce attack. The wind from the palm hit the ground, only causing subtle cracks. The main force, in a tenacious manner, rebounded upwards, shaking 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's Walls of Jericho" would collapse on its own. Although Feng Bujue was still clamping the American dude's feet with his arms, it was no longer of much significance because the American dude's waist was no longer under pressure, so his hands and feet could freely exert force.

Seeing this, the American dude exerted force with his legs, shaking off Jue-Ge's restraint. Taking advantage of the momentum, he thrust out his fist again, striking towards Jue-Ge's jaw.

"Whoa~ oh~" Unexpectedly, seeing the fist coming, Feng Bujue revealed an expression as if he had been waiting for a long time. He let out a strange cry, his body changed shape, grabbed the American dude's arm, and applied a cross armbreaker (the active party and the passive party's bodies cross in a cross shape, the active party's two legs are placed on the passive party's neck and chest respectively, so that one of the passive party's arms passes through the active party's crotch, the active party uses both hands to press the passive party's arm against the chest, and forcefully arches the crotch to make the passive party submit).

Two seconds later, the two fell to the ground again. Although their postures were different from before they sprang up... the American dude's situation of being locked by a lock hadn't changed much.

"Ah..." The American dude had just broken one move and was caught by another, so he was naturally angry. He believed that his Tai Chi Kung Fu was invincible in stand-up fights, but now he couldn't use his best skills and had to engage in this WWE-style rough confrontation on the ground with his opponent. It was really a loss of face for the group's second-in-command.

Thinking of this, the American dude couldn't help but feel anger rising from his heart and evil growing in his guts! In a fit of rage, he opened his mouth and bit fiercely towards Jue-Ge's calf.

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

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

The tone he used when saying this was very calm, but it made the American dude's hair stand on end. Because... his attitude didn't seem like he was threatening or joking at all. Instead, it was like 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 for broke. After a miserable cry, he exerted force and broke the locked arm himself. With a roll, he withdrew from his opponent's restraint.

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 opponent's intention and prepared for it.

Therefore, just as the American dude rolled a few times, Feng Bujue pounced on him again, seized the opportunity to grab his arm that hadn't been broken yet, and applied a Kimura lock (use one hand to pass under the elbow of the opponent's arm, grab the opponent's wrist on the same side with the other hand, cross and fasten the hands and adjust the position to form a lateral pressure state, using the opponent's elbow as a fulcrum, reverse and press down to force the opponent to surrender), and once again locked the opponent firmly...

"You... you..." This time, the American dude was so anxious that his eyes were about to bleed. He shouted 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 can 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 one of those who "excelled at ground skills," he had an expert-level understanding of ground skills in various fighting styles such as Judo, Wrestling, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. With his zero-time difference calculation, he could just pick a few moves from his memory and use them on the spot.

Speaking of... this had to be thanks to [Madness Shadow Sword].

As everyone knows, Sword Shadow 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 Inferno Front. In those daily leveling scripts that weren't written in this book, Jue-Ge and Sword Shadow teamed up many times, and when [Madness Shadow Sword] was around, [Don't Be Afraid] was probably also there... Before these two established their relationship as lovers, the latter often released various fighting techniques on the former. After establishing their relationship, the frequency of release was even greater... Moreover, the skill level, routines, standard movements, and flexible application of Fearless Girl's fighting techniques were all amazing.

With Feng Bujue's character, he definitely wouldn't miss the scene of Sword Shadow being abused. Every time Madness Shadow Sword was twisted into various poses by that freakish girl and howled, Jue-Ge leisurely watched from the side and even said a few sarcastic remarks from time to time.

As the saying goes, you may not have eaten pork, but you've seen the pig run. Under this influence, Jue-Ge naturally learned a lot of moves.

"Brother, 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, "I don't care how good your Tai Chi Kung Fu is. When you are tripped by me and enter a ground fight, you don't even have a 10% chance of winning. If you know what's good for you, surrender quickly."

The American dude wasn't someone who would be easily persuaded by the other party. It was just... having fought to this point, he thought about it himself and felt that his chances of winning weren't great. His right hand was broken, and his left hand was locked. If he continued to fight, even if he could break free from the restraint, 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, all that was heard was a series of "boom boom boom boom" sounds coming from far and near... Before long, accompanied by the two loudest explosions, two holes in the ceiling shattered open, and two strong figures jumped down from those two holes in response.

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

When the dust gradually dissipated and the two figures stood still, Feng Bujue took a closer look...

He saw that the white strong man on the left was nine feet tall, with a broad back and a strong waist, a wide chest, and strong bones and tendons. His upper body was bare, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles. His lower body was only wearing tight shorts, showing a bit of uninhibitedness and unrestraint. Although his appearance was determined and extraordinary, he had an approachable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking again, the Asian strong man on the right was eight feet tall, with a leopard's head and ringed eyes, a swallow's jaw and tiger's whiskers, and was awe-inspiring. His upper body was also bare, but he had a set of leather belts wrapped around the outline of his chest muscles. His lower body was wearing tight black leather pants. The overall look could be described as complementing each other. 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 strong man stood still, he struck a fairly professional bodybuilding pose and looked at Jue-Ge and said, "Looks like you're good at wrestling, I wonder, do you dare to spar with me, Billy Herrington?"

"f@ck_you!" Unexpectedly, before Feng Bujue could reply, the Asian strong man took the lead and said, "When I, vAn (van_darkholme), am here, how can it be your turn to come out and embarrass yourself in wrestling?"

"Oh?" Billy Herrington was obviously not convinced 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 didn't give in at all in his words.

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

"Don't fight! Don't fight!" Seeing this, the American dude quickly picked up his heavily accented Chinese, endured the severe pain caused by the lock, and shouted, "Save me first!"

"Shut up! It's none of your business." But Billy Herrington ignored the general manager's request.

"That's right, I can get it done in a few minutes here, so bear with it for now." vAn also had this attitude.

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

I don't know why... these two strong men, who made a very cool appearance and had considerable combat power, had only just appeared and inexplicably started fighting each other.

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