Dark Grappling Technique

Gaoxin finished off his opponent and went to help Sule, Sun Chuan, and the others.

"Brother Peter, save me!" Captain 12 cried out from the ground.

His subordinates immediately looked at Peter.

Peter said coldly, "I wasn't even finished talking, and you went and did it. Do you even respect me as your boss?"

Captain 12 wailed, "It was all for you, Brother Peter! You can't abandon me."

"I'll deal with you later," Peter said, his face dark, but he waved his hand. "Help."

They had already fought, so what else could be done? They had thought Captain 12's entire team would be enough, as the other side only sent seven people. They hadn't expected them to be so useless, with Gaoxin alone taking care of five of them cleanly.

Captain 12's team was his men, after all. If he didn't help them now, his team would fall apart later.

"Charge!"

The others immediately swarmed forward, shouting and fighting.

But just then, shouts of battle could also be heard from outside the encirclement.

Rumble, rumble, a large group of people rushed out from Building 3, and even from other buildings.

Qiao Long had arrived. He had gathered the strong fighters from many of the smaller teams, about fifty or sixty in total. The numbers were fewer and the overall quality wasn't as good as Peter's side, but their momentum was immense.

Because there were even more ordinary Glass People on the outer perimeter, each holding simple weapons, acting as support. From this perspective, there were hundreds of people, a dense mass!

"Hmm?"

"They've even pulled their pants down? What use are these people." Peter sneered.

Qiao Long had also helped other teams overcome difficulties in the past, so many teams sided with him.

In comparison, Peter had only focused on recruiting strong individuals, so he was inferior to Qiao Long in terms of numbers.

But so what? Those ordinary members were useless and just there to make up the numbers.

"Everyone else, don't be afraid, just target the leaders!"

Peter arranged for people to block Qiao Long, and the two groups immediately began a fierce, bone-crunching melee.

The entire training ground was filled with muscular men, exchanging blows.

Peter himself, along with Luo Ban, went to face Gaoxin.

"Oh? Two of you?" Gaoxin twisted his arms.

Peter calmly took a drag from his cigarette. "Who said I was going to fight you one-on-one? This place is about influence. Sorry, I just have more people."

Gaoxin stared at him. "I mean, two is too few. You should have at least ten."

Peter exhaled smoke. "Is that so? To be underestimated."

"Kid, I've already seen through your strength."

"Come on, let me see how you beat Daishan Beida!"

As he spoke, he suddenly spat out his cigarette butt and launched a sneak attack with a side kick.

The blow whistled through the air like a steel rod.

However, Gaoxin was completely unfazed by the sneak attack and dodged it by taking a step back.

He then took advantage of the moment Peter's kick missed to close the distance and throw a heavy punch, aiming to knock Peter down.

Peter reacted quickly, blocking the punch with his arm.

But Gaoxin's punch seemed to be a feint; the real killing blow was in his leg, an upward kick aimed at Peter's crotch.

Peter's pupils contracted, but he still reacted in time, changing his hand position in mid-air to protect his groin.

Unexpectedly, Gaoxin's leg lift was a deception. He used the momentum to stomp on the ground, closing the distance further, and his heavy punch became a real attack!

"How did he shift his center of gravity like that?"

Peter was horrified. He was skilled in combat and had extensive fighting experience, so he understood Gaoxin's movements and intentions.

But Gaoxin's change of tactic was faster, and it wasn't a feint; it was a hard shift of his center of gravity! His core strength was immense!

Peter had no choice but to hunch his chest, lower his head, and turn his face to take the blow.

However, Gaoxin changed his move again, extending two fingers from his fist, turning stone into scissors, and directly aiming for his eyes!

"Fuck!"

At the critical moment, Luo Ban flew in with a kick from the side. Gaoxin blocked it, and his whole body flew sideways, landing with his feet digging into the ground and sliding more than a meter.

Peter broke out in a cold sweat. "Is it kicking the groin or poking the eyes? Are those the only two moves you know!"

Gaoxin calmly replied, "The moves might be simple, but as long as they work, that's all that matters."

"Attack together, I'll attack his back!" Peter changed his position, and he and Luo Ban attacked from two sides.

Their combat strength was indeed incomparable to the previous five opponents.

Peter weighed 120 kilograms, with a strength of at least 300 kilograms, and his reactions were extremely agile.

Luo Ban was relatively weaker, weighing 100 kilograms with a strength of 250 kilograms, still stronger than Gaoxin.

What's more crucial is that both of them have deep combat experience and complement each other when attacking simultaneously.

This made it difficult for Gaoxin to win through techniques. He had only been an ordinary person two days ago and hadn't learned any skills at all.

Even though he relied on Imaginary Training to figure out a fighting style that utilized his own mental power, it had only been a short time, and the style was still very immature.

Soon, all three were injured, locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle.

"No wonder you're so arrogant. I underestimated you."

Gaoxin had managed to hit Peter several times by rapidly shifting his center of gravity, but either Peter neutralized the attacks or tanked them and counterattacked with a punch.

Peter's strength was in no way comparable to those five brute force thugs.

"Hey, you too. Such strong predictive ability. Is this your special skill that helped you defeat Daishan Beida?" Peter asked.

Gaoxin's fighting style seemed to have no pattern, but in reality, he was doing his best to utilize his mental power.

His powerful visual recognition ability, combined with logical analysis, allowed Gaoxin to predict his opponent's movements and then devise countermeasures.

Coupled with his astonishing balance, he could rapidly shift his center of gravity, performing actions that could be described as juggling.

Therefore, Gaoxin could execute any bizarre move he thought of.

"Special skill? Sorry, I didn't even use these when I fought Daishan Beida..." Gaoxin replied honestly.

Peter didn't believe him: "What? Then I should be even more honored?"

Gaoxin didn't explain further. He was already shifting his consciousness slightly towards emotion.

After all, through memory and analysis, he had a basic understanding of Peter and Luo Ban's fighting styles, which made predicting them even simpler.

He no longer needed such strong logical processing power. He decided to sacrifice a little logic to enhance his intuition and inspiration.

"As expected, just mulling things over alone in the training room is far inferior to real combat against an unknown opponent."

How profound could the techniques Gaoxin developed by shutting himself away in the training room be?

He had never clashed head-on with Silver Hand, nor had he exchanged many serious blows with Daishan Beida. In reality, he had no memory of direct combat.

However, Peter at this moment was an excellent opponent.

Gaoxin could feel his grappling techniques rapidly improving.

Predict, think, change move, predict again, think again, change move again...

The fighting style he had developed on his own was gradually improving, evolving in a direction that was elusive and unpredictable.

He made it very difficult for Peter and Luo Ban, completely leading them by the nose and unable to keep up with the rhythm.

"Waaah!"

After fighting Luo Ban fiercely for a moment, Gaoxin suddenly abandoned his opponent, turned around like a madman, and shouted at Peter.

Peter was startled, and his movements faltered.

Seizing this opportunity, Gaoxin, using the momentum from his turn, suddenly kicked out with immense force.

Peter reacted quickly and dodged, causing Gaoxin to miss!

However, he hadn't expected that Gaoxin's move wasn't aimed at Peter, but still at Luo Ban.

Gaoxin's side kick traced a huge arc, sweeping upwards, circling around, and directly causing him to flip backward.

"Bang!" This kick was wildly imaginative, a nearly 360-degree overhead kick that landed squarely on the crown of Luo Ban's head as he lunged forward from behind!

Luo Ban was dazed by the kick, his head buzzing, and his vision went black.

But Gaoxin's assault wasn't over; it was a chain reaction.

It was as if both Peter and Luo Ban had been seen through by Gaoxin, as he weaved between them, borrowing force from their attacks.

With a series of rapid strikes, he quickly knocked Luo Ban unconscious.

With Luo Ban down, Peter, now alone, shouted, "Help! Someone, quickly!"

Immediately, six strong men abandoned their opponents and joined the fray, making it a seven-on-one situation.

But Gaoxin was in the heat of battle and didn't care about being surrounded: "Bring on anyone!"

"I'll call them for you!"

Gaoxin's movements became even stranger as he weaved between the seven men, creating openings.

Suddenly, he freed up an arm, broke out of the encirclement, and went to provoke more enemies.

A strong man was locked in a fierce fight with Sule. Gaoxin ran up from behind and flew in with a kick.

Enraged, that strong man also joined the group attacking Gaoxin.

This repeated, with Gaoxin provoking others everywhere, actually increasing the number of people surrounding him to ten.

This greatly reduced the pressure on Qiao Long and the others, allowing the sixty strong men led by Qiao Long to fight one-on-one.

And Gaoxin, fighting ten opponents, didn't fall behind; he even seemed more at ease.

This was because the number of people who could surround him at any one time didn't exceed five.

He fought and maneuvered between the ten men, actually only having to deal with two or three at a time.

The more people there are, the more they hinder each other, and the worse everyone performs.

Before long, several more people were defeated by his imaginative, unorthodox moves, like a ram's horn hooking a sheep.

He didn't hesitate to aim for the groin, and even if others attacked his vital points simultaneously, he wasn't afraid.

His crazed gaze was heart-stopping, as if he were ready to trade his life for theirs at any moment.

Just like that, Gaoxin knocked down nine more people, and the ground was filled with groans.

Only Peter, standing a few meters away, remained.

"What kind of chaotic fighting is this? I can't understand it at all. It barely conforms to human biomechanics, yet he forces these movements and they're incredibly effective..."

Peter knew that having too many people would make it inconvenient for a coordinated attack, so he had already retreated to the distance to rest and observe.

But the more he observed, the more confused he became. He couldn't summarize Gaoxin's boxing techniques at all.

If he had to describe it, it was change, a mad, relentless change.

And his attacks were unrestrained, like a ram's horn hooking a sheep, as if he were drunk.

But if it were just random flailing, fine, but he wasn't fighting randomly at all. He had taken down ten people in one go. Could you call that random fighting?

Peter was driven mad: "Fuck... who taught you to punch like that!"

"What kind of grappling technique did you learn?"

Gaoxin reached behind him and pulled out a bottle of bathwater, pouring it over his head.

He shook his wet hair, blew the petals off his face, and charged forward with a smile.

"This is... Dark Grappling Technique!"

Peter looked confused. Dark Grappling Technique, what kind of style was that?

He didn't know that Gaoxin possessed the Heart of Dark Logic, and had achieved minor success with it.

The universe's mysteries are boundless. On the path of Dark Logic's 'Dao', Gaoxin had already gained a preliminary understanding, summarizing a complete set of dark logic knowledge, which was 'Li'.

From this 'Li', he extended a 'Fa' gate of Dark Logic, which could be called Wishful Casting Heart.

By mastering this method, he could create various 'Shu', such as the Art of False Medicine, the Art of Reflection, the Art of Imaginary Training, and Dark Grappling Technique.

Dao, Li, Fa, Shu, layer by layer, evolving. It could truly be said that understanding one led to understanding all, and realizing one led to realizing a thousand.

Of course, everything had only just begun. At this moment, Dark Grappling Technique was still in its nascent form, but it was more than enough to deal with Peter.

The chaotic battle between the two groups had already reached its climax, and the number of strong fighters, due to Gaoxin, had already reached a stalemate.

No one could help Peter now; both sides had entered one-on-one duels.

Peter wasn't backing down. At this point, there was almost no turning back.

Moreover, he had the advantage of being well-rested, while Gaoxin had already fought fifteen consecutive battles and was severely depleted of stamina.

He also weighed 40 kilograms more than Gaoxin, so there was no reason he shouldn't win.

"No matter what, the advantage is mine!"

"Come!" he roared, charging at Gaoxin.

Peter decided to fight fire with fire, no longer fearing Gaoxin's strange moves.

He had the advantage in stamina and strength, and his ability to withstand blows was also better than Gaoxin's. As long as he wasn't afraid, a head-on exchange of blows would mean Gaoxin fell first!

Peter directly engaged in a "trading battle," enduring injuries to inflict them. He wanted to see who was tougher!

And indeed, his desperate fighting style did manage to injure Gaoxin twice.

But that was all. Gaoxin's actions became increasingly unpredictable.

When you thought he was kicking, he was punching; when you thought he was punching, he was throwing scissors...

Gaoxin's knee strike could transform into a slide tackle, a slide tackle into an inverted hook kick, and even from an inverted hook kick, he could change his center of gravity in mid-air to a whirlwind punch.

A series of unrestrained attack ideas, combined with astonishing core strength, with various movements challenging the limits of the human body, directly overwhelmed Peter.

Peter felt as if he wasn't fighting a human, but an alien.

After taking several hits, he became increasingly agitated, desperately trying to counterattack and inflict damage on Gaoxin.

But the more he did this, the deeper he fell into Gaoxin's inexplicable rhythm.

Finally, with a snap...

He sprained his own back! His legs got tangled! And his head hit the ground!

Peter was actually thrown to the ground by Gaoxin's series of continuous center-of-gravity shifts.

Gaoxin chuckled, "I haven't even used my full strength, and you've already fallen?"

Peter's face turned ashen. He struggled to get up, but Gaoxin kicked him in the face.

Blood gushed from his nose. He roared and tried to stand again, only to be hit by another punch, seeing stars.

After a few more blows, punches and kicks, he was beaten beyond recognition, bruised and swollen.

However, Peter was incredibly tough. Despite his complete defeat, he gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to surrender.

Finally, Gaoxin raised his foot, aimed at Peter's lower body, and was about to stomp down.

Peter finally cried out, "No, no, no, I was wrong, Boss! You're my boss!"

"I'll listen to you about everything, just don't touch it."

p.s: Sorry.