Chapter 1118 A Good Stake

This approach of Brother Jue's wasn't exactly fair to Liang Feifan, but that didn't matter much; Brother Feifan wasn't someone who reasoned with others anyway. Even if Feng Bujue hadn't used this twisted logic and just attacked directly, he wouldn't have minded.

After a few seconds of tense standoff, Liang Feifan…moved first!

His movements weren't fast, but his advance was steady, his internal energy profound, and coupled with that chilling internal force, he was not to be underestimated.

Fortunately, Feng Bujue had a significant advantage in speed. As the saying goes, in the martial world, speed is the only true weapon. No matter how powerful the opponent's attack, if it doesn't hit…it's meaningless.

*Ping ping—*

In the blink of an eye, Liang Feifan's attack missed, and at the same time, his ribs were struck twice by the nunchucks, producing a sound like hitting ice.

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

*Ping ping ping—*

Before he could utter the word "use," he was hit three times on the back.

Brother Jue wasn't going to waste time with him; it was just one word—attack.

Using this unfamiliar weapon to launch ordinary attacks would definitely not break through the opponent's defense in a short time; Feng Bujue was well aware of this. If Brother Jue really wanted to quickly kill this small Boss, he could directly use more powerful skills, or even the [Mad Poker], but he had originally intended to practice his nunchuck skills in this script, so he didn't use those methods to attack.

*Ping ping ping…*

In the process of beating his opponent, Feng Bujue gradually gained some understanding of how to use the 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, "With a one-piece weapon like a pipe wrench, you can swing a second time immediately after hitting once; but with nunchucks…because of the chain in the middle, every time you hit a target, the half of the nunchuck that strikes the opponent will undergo an irregular rebound due to the reaction force. If I swing the second nunchuck directly without waiting for this effect to subside, there is a high probability that the subsequent attack will be deviated and the power will be reduced…and if I wait, the interval between attacks will be longer, which is equivalent to reducing my attack speed. So…what exactly is this weapon…"

In the real world, using nunchucks might not require considering such issues, but in Thriller Paradise, a virtual world where martial power is far beyond ordinary people and can often reach several exchanges per second, this "attack interval" created by the weapon's shape itself is a difficulty that must be overcome.

"Eh?" While pondering, Feng Bujue noticed that both ends of the nunchucks had faintly changed color, one side emitting a red glow and the other a blue glow.

He quickly realized that this was the effect of the [Z-Pipe Wrench], where "after charging to 50%, both ends will be attached with ice and fire attributes respectively," being activated.

"Wait…" It was at this moment that Feng Bujue suddenly thought of something, "Both ends have attributes…which means…"

A thought flashed through his mind, and then his body…moved with it.

*Ping—*

He saw that after a strike with the nunchucks, Brother Jue proactively reached out with his left hand and grabbed the section that was rebounding. Then, he directly used his left hand to exert force and swing, while his right hand released the section he had been gripping, allowing the latter to swing out smoothly.

This simple hand-switching action not only solved the problem of attack intervals, but also…because there was a charging and pulling action when it was swung out, it produced an effect similar to a "slingshot," which could make the subsequent attack more powerful.

"What?" Liang Feifan, who was being beaten, immediately felt the abnormality. The originally painless attacks suddenly changed—not only was the striking force enhanced, but it also carried attribute damage.

"I see…" Feng Bujue retracted the nunchucks and twirled them back and forth in his hand, smiling slightly, "Heh…what an interesting weapon."

Liang Feifan had been through many battles and had rich combat experience. After these few exchanges, he felt that prolonged fighting 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 this on, I'm afraid there will be a mishap…" Thinking this, Liang Feifan mustered all his strength, pushed the *Tiandi Dafa* (Great Law of Heaven and Earth) to its limit, and unleashed the *Bingcan Du Zhang* (Ice Silkworm Poison Palm) with a sudden thrust.

This palm went straight for the center, aiming directly at vital points, with a fierce and unparalleled palm wind; because he used all his strength and didn't waste any movements, the speed of his attack was also much faster than his previous performance.

"Not bad." Seeing that the palm wind was airtight and enveloped his face, Feng Bujue sincerely praised the other party and then…used the [Xie Wang Yansha Lianyu Jiao] (Evil King Flames Kill Purgatory Scorcher) with one hand.

Since it was no longer easy to dodge, he would meet the attack with an attack.

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

*Boom boom boom—*

Instantly, the sounds of collisions rose and fell, and the fist wind and palm shadows intertwined.

Under this frontal confrontation, the gap in strength between the two sides was quickly revealed. Halfway through the fight…Liang Feifan's arms were already sore and weak, and the internal energy he had mustered was also worn away in the exchange.

Helplessly, Brother Feifan had to feint a palm strike, change his stance, retreat, and jump out of the battle.

Feng Bujue didn't chase after him, because in this round of attacks, he had actually suffered a little…

"Tch…what a *Bingcan Du Zhang* (Ice Silkworm Poison Palm)…" When Brother Jue retracted his attack, 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' energy still penetrated through the palm force and couldn't be resisted…"

On the other side, Liang Feifan was shocked: "How unreasonable! This kid can defeat my dual palms with a single fist and still seem to have energy to spare…his power is clearly far above mine. But…why doesn't he directly attack me and instead uses those nunchucks to fight? Could it be…he deliberately wants to tease me?"

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

The reason Brother Jue had stood still for those few seconds was to observe the actual effects of the opponent's "cold poison." After confirming that this poison could only produce a slight slowing effect and didn't 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 wasting props.

*Ping pang ping pang…*

No sooner said than done, before Liang Feifan could catch his breath, another round of nunchuck attacks arrived.

This time, Feng Bujue's fighting style changed. Although the movements were still not refined, his nunchuck techniques had changed from simple back-and-forth strokes with one hand to alternating swings with both hands. Whether it was attack rhythm, power, or move variations…they were more than one level higher than before.

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

Sure enough, after actually meeting the attacks, even if Brother Feifan put on a stance and repeatedly waved his arms to parry, he still defended awkwardly.

And Feng Bujue, relying on his complete victory in speed, was having a great time. His footwork was as ghostly and elusive, dodging left and right, and in the process of continuous combat, his nunchucks were becoming smoother and faster…obviously, compared to those special forces soldiers who were dealt with in one blow, this kind of small Boss who could withstand multiple attacks was a good wooden stake for practicing nunchuck techniques.

"This won't do…while there is life, there is hope; I can't just give up my life here…" Amidst the constant retreat, Liang Feifan had the idea of running away, but…he also knew that running wouldn't be so easy. "But this kid is faster than me; I can't escape directly…" Thinking of this, his gaze couldn't help but glance at the nearby exits. "Damn…why hasn't anyone come to support me yet?"

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

90% of the area in this building was fully automated. Even the lobby on the first floor didn't have a front desk or security guards. Even the cleaning was done by robots. There were quite a few surveillance cameras, and the security guards in the monitoring room had also seen this fight, but the security guards were just like Brother Feifan…they didn't think that Feng Bujue, this "heretical martial arts practitioner," could last ten moves against Brother Feifan.

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

However, now the situation was naturally different…the people in the monitoring room weren't fools. Even if their cultivation wasn't high, after seeing the "fire fist versus ice palm" situation just now, anyone could tell that Brother Feifan had fallen into a disadvantage. It was only at this time that they urgently reported the situation in the first-floor lobby and requested support.

"Wai…wait a minute!" Finally, Liang Feifan, feeling increasingly unable to support himself, used his last resort—begging for mercy.

"What?" Feng Bujue was in the middle of an exhilarating fight, so how could he stop? He asked while fighting, "Want to surrender?"

"Yes! I surrender!" Liang Feifan quickly replied, "Stop first!"

"Hmph…" Brother Jue sneered when he heard this, "What benefits would I get from accepting your surrender?"

"I…I can help you!" Liang Feifan's reaction was quick in this regard, "You want to steal the company's data, 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 instant, a bloody flower bloomed on Liang Feifan's leg.

Brother Feifan was fully engaged in dealing with Feng Bujue's nunchucks and didn't have any extra internal energy or mental focus to worry about defending his lower body, so he was easily breached by this shot, fell to the ground with a thud, and let out a miserable cry.

Seeing this, Brother Jue didn't continue to pursue the attack but turned his gaze to the person who fired the shot, who was a dozen meters away.

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

He had arrived after receiving the message requesting support. As a result, as soon as he arrived, he happened to hear Brother Feifan's lines attempting to defect. How could he tolerate this? He immediately grabbed his sidearm and fired a shot at the other party to shut him up.

"You…you dare to hit me?" Liang Feifan turned his head and saw that it was Liu Xing who had shot him, and he was instantly so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hit you how?" Liu Xing said, "This traitor, he would have given away the company's secrets if I didn't hit him. If it weren't for our past relationship, I would have blasted your *hailong*!"

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 have definitely been to the back of the head instead of the leg.

"Hmph…" Liang Feifan knew he was in the wrong, and his actions had been captured by the surveillance cameras, so it was really not good to lose his temper. He could only argue, "You're crazy! I just wanted to use a delaying tactic. How could I betray the company?"

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

Before he finished speaking, he fired three more shots in a row, "Pa pa pa." The bullets flew towards Brother Jue's head, heart, and abdomen respectively…Although it was continuous fire, the trajectory of these three shots was so precise that it was terrifying. This marksmanship was comparable to a shooting specialization S-level player.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Feng Bujue's fighting spirit was aroused, and he took advantage of the situation to perform a Matrix-style backward dodge, dodging the two bullets aimed at his head and heart, and used [Lingxi Yizhi] (Numinous Finger) with a swing of his hand to clamp the bullet fired at his abdomen.

All of this happened within a short two seconds. After completing this coherent action, Brother Jue raised his hand as if to show off, separated his fingers, and let the opponent see the flattened bullet suddenly falling from between his fingers.

"Heh…I see…" Liu Xing understood that this intruder was using his actions to tell him—"Using a gun against me is ineffective."

"Good!" The next second, Liu Xing casually threw away his sidearm, mustered his internal energy, and unleashed a stronger aura field than Liang Feifan, "Since you think you are so skilled, then why not try my seventy-two styles of [Kongming Quan] (Empty Fist)!"

After saying that, he took a step forward and unleashed his hands, probing in two directions.

Compared to Liang Feifan's rigid moves that relied on chilling internal force, Liu Xing's fist technique could be described as exquisite. His fist force was sometimes there and sometimes not, soft yet resilient, using emptiness to strike solidity…it had reached the state of "great accomplishment seems lacking."

Even Brother Jue didn't dare to be careless against such techniques.

He saw Feng Bujue wielding the nunchucks, letting them repeatedly swing along a trajectory similar to the symbol of "infinity," retreating while fighting to avoid the edge of the *Kongming Quan* (Empty Fist).

"Tch…this kid Liu Xing…since he mastered the Technique of Ambidexterity, his fist technique has reached a new level, and he has also cultivated the *Huangji Zhenshen Dao* (Supreme Zenith True Divine Path) to the twelfth level. The solidity of his internal energy is clearly above my *Tiandi Dafa* (Great Law of Heaven and Earth)…how hateful…" Liang Feifan, crawling to the side, looked at the fight in front of him and had some hope that Liu Xing would be killed because the latter had already threatened his position.

On the other hand, Feng Bujue's thinking didn't stop while he was dodging…

"Hmm…defense also needs to be practiced…if I had two pairs of nunchucks, it might be easier, but right now I only have one pair. How to achieve the conversion between offense and defense needs to be carefully considered…"

While he was pondering, Liu Xing became more and more courageous in battle. After roughly figuring out (at least Liu Xing thought so) the opponent's strength, Liu Xing immediately activated the "boost" ability of the *Huangji Zhenshen Dao* (Supreme Zenith True Divine Path), increasing his internal energy eightfold and aggressively attacking half a step forward with explosive speed, striking with a fist.