Chapter 13 Unfair

This statement of Brother Jue's, at least to Liang Feifan, was not very fair, but that did not matter, Brother Feifan was not a reasonable person anyway, even if Feng Bujue did not say these sophistries, but directly attacked, he would have no objection.

After the two confronted each other with swords drawn for a few seconds, Liang Feifan...moved first!

Although his movement was not fast, the advance was steady and his internal strength was profound, coupled with that frigid poison internal energy, it should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, Feng Bujue had a great advantage in speed, as the saying goes, all martial arts under the heavens can be defeated with speed. No matter how powerful the opponent's attack was, if it couldn't hit...it was meaningless.

Ping ping—

In the blink of an eye, Liang Feifan's attack had missed, and at the same time, his ribs had been hit twice by the nunchucks, making a sound like striking ice.

"Tch..." Brother Feifan immediately spat, "I told you, this thing is no..."

Ping ping ping—

Before he could say the word "use," he was hit three times in the back.

Brother Jue did not bother to talk nonsense with him, just one word—hit.

Using this not-yet-proficient weapon to launch ordinary attacks would definitely not break the opponent's defense in a short time, Feng Bujue was very clear about this. If Brother Jue really wanted to quickly kill this little Boss, he could directly use more powerful skills, or use [Mad Poker], but the reason he chose this script was to practice nunchucks, so he did not use those methods to attack.

Ping ping ping...

In the process of swinging at his opponent, Feng Bujue gradually gained some experience in using these nunchucks, which made his attack speed faster and faster, but even so, his attack frequency was still not as high as when he used the pipe wrench.

"Hmm..." After fighting for a while, Brother Jue couldn't help but think in his heart, "With an integrated weapon like a pipe wrench, you can immediately swing a second time after hitting once; but with nunchucks...because there is a chain in the middle, every time you hit a target, the half of the nunchuck that hits the opponent will have an irregular rebound due to the reaction force. If I swing the second stick directly without waiting for this effect to subside, then there is a high probability that this subsequent attack will deviate and the power will be reduced...and if I wait, the interval between attacks will be lengthened, which is equivalent to reducing my attack speed. So...what exactly is this weapon..."

In the real world, using nunchucks might not require considering this kind of problem, but in Thriller Paradise, a virtual world where martial power is far beyond ordinary people and can often make several exchanges in a second, this "attack interval" caused by the shape of the weapon itself is a difficult point that must be overcome.

"Eh?" While thinking, Feng Bujue discovered that both ends of the nunchucks had faintly changed color, one side was emitting red light, while the other was emitting blue light.

He quickly reacted, this was the effect of the [Z Pipe Wrench] being activated, "After charging to 50%, both ends will be attached with ice and fire properties."

"Wait..." It was also at this moment that Feng Bujue suddenly thought of something, "Both ends have attributes...that is to say..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and then, his body...moved as well.

Ping—

It could be seen that after a strike with the nunchucks, Brother Jue actively reached out with his left hand and grabbed the section of the stick that was rebounding. Then, he directly used his left hand to exert force and flick it, while his right hand released the section of the stick he was originally holding tightly, allowing the latter to swing out smoothly.

Such a simple hand-changing action not only solved the problem of attack interval, but also...this way of striking, because there was a charging and pulling action when swinging it out, produced an effect similar to a "slingshot," which could make the subsequent attack more powerful.

"What?" Liang Feifan, who was being beaten, immediately felt something was wrong. The original painless attacks suddenly changed—not only was the striking power strengthened, but it also came with attribute damage.

"So that's how it is..." Feng Bujue retracted the nunchucks, and played with them back and forth in his hands, smiling slightly, "Heh...truly an interesting weapon."

Liang Feifan had experienced many battles and had rich combat experience. After these few exchanges, he already felt that a prolonged battle would be detrimental to him. Now, Feng Bujue seemed to have realized something again, which made Brother Feifan even more vigilant.

"I can't hold back any longer, if I drag it on, I'm afraid there will be an accident..." Thinking like this in his heart, Liang Feifan used ten percent of his power, pushing the Tiandi Dafa to the limit, and suddenly unleashed the Ice Silkworm Poison Palm.

This palm went straight for the vital point, the palm wind was fierce and unmatched; because he used all his strength and there were no superfluous movements, the speed of his move was much faster than his previous performance.

"Not bad." Seeing that the palm wind was airtight and enveloping his face, Feng Bujue sincerely praised the other party, and then...used a single hand to unleash a [Xie Wang Yan Sha Lian Yu Jiao] (Evil King's Flame Killing Inferno).

Since it was no longer good to dodge, he would meet the move with a move.

A fire-attribute fist against an ice-attribute palm had an advantage in terms of attributes. As long as the energy level was not too different, he could easily dissolve the opponent's attack. If he also had the upper hand in terms of energy, then it would be even easier.

Boom boom boom—

In an instant, collision sounds rose and fell one after another, and the shadows of fists and palms intertwined.

Under this head-on confrontation, the difference in strength between the two sides was quickly revealed. Halfway through the fight...Liang Feifan's arm was already sore and weak, and the internal energy he had mustered was almost completely worn away in the exchange of moves.

Helplessly, Brother Feifan had to make a feint with his palm, change his stance and withdraw, quickly turn around, and jump out of the battle circle.

Feng Bujue did not chase after him, because under this round of attacks, he had actually suffered a small loss...

"Tch...what a Ice Silkworm Poison Palm..." When Brother Jue retracted his move, he looked at the [Poisoned] status in his status bar and thought to himself, "Although the ice attribute was countered and dissolved by me, the 'poison' force still penetrated through the palm force, and I can't be immune to it..."

On the other side, Liang Feifan was shocked: "How unreasonable! This kid can win with a single fist against my two palms, and he still seems to have energy to spare...His skill is clearly far above mine. But...why doesn't he directly attack me with his skills, but uses those nunchucks to fight? Could it be...that he deliberately wants to make fun of me?"

Before he could think too much, Feng Bujue, who had waited for a while, attacked again.

The reason why Brother Jue stood still for those few seconds was to observe the actual effect of this "frigid poison". After confirming that this poison could only produce a slight slowing effect and did not cause rapid health loss, Feng Bujue decided...to solve the enemy first, and then detoxify himself, so as to avoid repeated poisoning during the battle and waste items.

Ping pang ping pang...

It was said to be slow, but it was fast, before Liang Feifan could catch his breath, another round of nunchuck strikes came one after another.

This time, Feng Bujue's fighting style had changed. Although his movements were still not proficient, his nunchuck skills had changed from simple one-handed back-and-forth swings to two-handed alternating dances; whether it was the rhythm of attack, power, or changes in moves...they had improved more than one level compared to before.

"Damn it..." Facing the more powerful ice and fire dual-attribute combo, Liang Feifan cursed inwardly, he knew...it would be impossible to withstand this round of attacks with his protective internal energy.

Sure enough, after actually facing the moves, even if Brother Feifan put on a stance and repeatedly swung his arms to parry, he was still overwhelmed.

And Feng Bujue, relying on his complete victory over Feifan in terms of movement, was having a great time fighting; his footwork was like a ghost, unpredictable, and in the process of this continuous battle, his nunchucks were becoming smoother and faster...obviously, compared to those special forces soldiers who were taken down with one hit, this kind of small Boss who could withstand multiple attacks was a good wooden stake for practicing nunchucks.

"This won't do...As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn, I can't lose my life here for nothing..." In the midst of his constant retreat, Liang Feifan had already come up with the idea of running away, but...he also understood that it wouldn't be so easy to run, "But this kid is faster than me, I can't escape by running straight away..." Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the nearby exits, "Damn it...why hasn't anyone come to support me yet?"

In fact, it was normal that there was no support...

90% of the area of this building was fully automated, even the lobby on the first floor did not have a front desk or security guards, and even the cleaning was done by robots; there were quite a few surveillance cameras, and the security guards in the monitoring room also saw this fight, but the security guards were all like Brother Feifan...they didn't think that Feng Bujue, this kind of "heretical martial arts cultivator," could last ten moves against Brother Feifan.

Therefore, in the first few minutes of the battle, no one even thought about calling for support.

However, the situation was naturally different now...The people in the monitoring room were not fools either. Even if their cultivation was not high, after seeing the situation of "fire fist against ice palm" just now, anyone could see that Brother Feifan had already fallen into a disadvantage. Only then did they urgently report the situation of the battle in the lobby on the first floor and request support.

"W-wait...wait!" Finally, Liang Feifan, who was gradually feeling exhausted, used his last resort—begging for mercy.

"What?" Feng Bujue was in the midst of fighting with gusto, how could he stop, he asked while fighting, "You want to surrender?"

"Yes! I surrender!" Liang Feifan quickly replied, "You stop first!"

"Hmph..." Brother Jue sneered upon hearing this, "What benefits do I get from accepting your surrender?"

"I...I can help you!" Liang Feifan reacted quickly in this regard, "You want to steal the company's information, right? I can tell you where the archives are..."

Bang—

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out from behind him.

At the same moment, a flower of blood bloomed on Liang Feifan's leg.

At this time, Brother Feifan was fully engaged in dealing with Feng Bujue's nunchucks, and he didn't have the excess internal energy and mental strength to worry about the defense of his lower body, so he was easily broken by this shot, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Seeing this, Brother Jue did not continue to pursue the attack, but turned his gaze to the person who fired the shot, who was more than ten meters away.

"You piece of shit! Liang Feifan!" At the same time, Liu Xing, holding a gun, walked over while cursing.

He had rushed over after receiving the message requesting support, and as a result, just as he arrived at the scene, he happened to hear Brother Feifan's lines attempting to betray the company. How could he tolerate this, and he immediately picked up his sidearm and gave the other party a shot to shut him up.

"Y-you dare to hit me?" Liang Feifan turned his head and saw that it was Liu Xing who had shot himself, and he was immediately so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.

"What about hitting you?" Liu Xing said, "You treacherous bastard, you would have already revealed the company's secrets if I hadn't hit you. If it weren't for our past friendship, I would have blown a hole in your head!"

This was the truth. Liu Xing's marksmanship was divine, far above Liang Feifan's. If he wanted to kill the latter, this shot would definitely have hit the back of his head instead of his leg.

"Hmph..." Liang Feifan knew that he was in the wrong, and his actions had been recorded by the surveillance cameras, so he couldn't really get angry. He could only defend himself, "You're crazy! I just wanted to use a delaying tactic, how could I betray the company?"

"Alright, now is not the time to say this." Liu Xing didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and interrupted, "Let's deal with the intruder first."

Before he could finish speaking, he fired three consecutive shots, "Pa pa pa", and the bullets flew towards Brother Jue's head, heart, and abdomen respectively...Although it was continuous shooting, the trajectory of these three shots was so precise that it was terrifying. This marksmanship was comparable to that of a shooting-specialized S-level player.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Feng Bujue's fighting spirit rose, and he took advantage of the situation to do a Matrix-style backward dodge, avoiding the two bullets aimed at his head and heart, and used [Lingxi Finger] (Numinous犀 Finger) with his swaying hand, forcibly clamping the bullet that was shot towards his abdomen.

All of this happened within just two seconds. After completing this coherent action, Brother Jue raised his hand as if to show off, separated his fingers, and let the other party watch the flattened bullet fall from his fingers.

"Heh...so that's how it is..." Liu Xing understood that this intruder was using his actions to tell him—"Using a gun against me is ineffective."

"Good!" In the next second, Liu Xing threw away his sidearm, and activated his internal energy, releasing a Dou Qi (Battle Qi) field around his body that was stronger than Liang Feifan's, "Since you think you have high skills, then why don't you come and experience my Seventy-Two Styles of [Kongming Fist] (Empty Fist)!"

After saying that, he took a step forward, and both hands came out at the same time, probing in two directions.

Compared to Liang Feifan's rigid moves that relied on frigid poison internal energy, Liu Xing's boxing skills were exquisite. His fist strength was ethereal, flexible and resilient, and he used emptiness to strike reality...He had already reached the realm of great accomplishment seems incomplete.

Even Brother Jue did not dare to be careless about this kind of skill.

It could be seen that Feng Bujue was dancing with the nunchucks, causing them to repeatedly swing along a trajectory similar to the line of the "positive infinity" symbol, retreating while fighting to avoid the edge of the Kongming Fist.

"Tch...Liu Xing this kid...since he has mastered the Dual-Handed Ambidexterity technique, his boxing skills have reached a higher level, and he has also practiced the Huangji Zhenshendao (Supreme Emperor's True God Path) to the twelfth level, his internal energy is so strong that it is clearly above my Tiandi Dafa...how detestable..." Liang Feifan, who had crawled aside, watched the fight in front of him, but he had some hope that Liu Xing would be killed, because the latter had already threatened his position.

On the other hand, Feng Bujue was constantly thinking while dodging...

"Hmm...I need to practice defense too...If I had two pairs of nunchucks, it might be easier, but I only have one pair right now, I have to think hard about how to switch between offense and defense..."

While he was thinking, Liu Xing was getting braver and braver. After roughly figuring out (at least Liu Xing thought so) the opponent's strength, Liu Xing immediately activated the "boosting" ability of the [Huangji Zhenshendao], increasing his internal energy by eight times, and launched a preemptive attack half a step forward with an explosive speed, punching.