Dark Grappling Technique

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

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

His subordinates immediately looked at Peter.

Peter said coldly, "I hadn't even finished speaking, and you idiots charged in. Do you even see me as your boss?"

Captain 12 wailed, "I did it for you, Big Brother Peter! You can't abandon me!"

"I'll deal with you later." Peter's face darkened, but he waved his hand. "Help them."

The fight had already started. What else could they do? He had thought that the entire 12th Team would be enough, especially since the other side had only brought seven people. He had not expected them to be so useless. Gaoxin alone had cleanly taken down five.

The 12th Team was his people, after all. If they did not join in, the team would fall apart later.

"Charge!"

The others immediately swarmed forward, shouting and attacking.

But at that moment, battle cries also rang out beyond the encirclement.

With a rumble, a large group of people charged out from Building Three and several other buildings.

Qiao Long had arrived. He had gathered the strongest members of many small teams—around fifty or sixty people. They were somewhat fewer in number, and their overall quality was inferior to Peter's side, but their momentum was tremendous.

There were even more ordinary Glass People farther out, each holding a crude weapon and serving as reinforcements. From a distance, it looked like several hundred people packed together.

"Hm?"

"They've dragged out everyone, even their underwear? What use are these people?" Peter curled his lip.

Qiao Long had once helped other teams through difficult times, so many teams stood on his side.

By comparison, Peter had focused on recruiting strong fighters, so he was inferior to Qiao Long in sheer numbers.

But so what? Those ordinary team members were useless. They were only there to make up the numbers.

"Don't worry about the others. Just target the leaders!"

Peter sent people to block Qiao Long. Soon, the two groups began a fierce, close-quarters brawl, each punch landing with solid force.

The entire field was filled with muscular men trading blows.

Peter himself brought Luo Ban to face Gaoxin.

"Oh? Two?" Gaoxin rolled his arm.

Peter calmly took a drag from his cigarette. "Who said I'd fight you one-on-one? This is about influence. Sorry, but I have more people."

Gaoxin stared at him. "I meant that two aren't enough. You need at least ten."

Peter blew out smoke. "Is that so? I've actually been underestimated."

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

"Come on. Let me see how you defeated Daishan Beida!"

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

The kick was like an iron rod, whipping through the air with a howl.

Yet Gaoxin was completely unaffected by the ambush. He took one step back and dodged it.

Then, while his opponent's kick was still extended, he closed in and swung a heavy punch at Peter.

Peter reacted quickly and raised his arm to block.

But Gaoxin's punch seemed to be only a feint. His true killing move came from his foot, which shot upward toward Peter's groin.

Peter's pupils contracted. He still reacted in time, changing his hand position in midair to protect his crotch.

Unexpectedly, Gaoxin's raised foot had also been a feint. He used the momentum to stamp the ground, closing the distance further as the heavy punch in his hand became real.

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

Peter was horrified. He was skilled in combat and possessed tremendous battle experience, so he could understand Gaoxin's movements and intentions.

But Gaoxin changed techniques even faster. This was not a feint—he had forcibly shifted his center of gravity! His core strength was astonishing!

Peter had no choice. He lowered his head and hunched his chest, turning his face aside to take the blow head-on.

Yet Gaoxin changed techniques again. Two fingers sprang from his fist, turning a rock into scissors as he thrust directly at Peter's eyes.

"Fuck!"

At the critical moment, Luo Ban leaped in from the side with a kick. Gaoxin raised an arm to block, but his entire body was sent flying sideways. He landed and skidded more than a meter, both feet gouging the ground.

Peter broke into a cold sweat. "You either kick the groin or stab the eyes. Are those the only two moves you know?"

Gaoxin calmly said, "The moves may be simple, but they work."

"Together! I'll attack from behind!" Peter changed position and attacked from one side with Luo Ban.

The two of them were indeed on a completely different level from the five fighters before them.

Peter weighed 120 kilograms. His strength was at least 300 kilograms, and his reactions were extremely quick.

Luo Ban was somewhat weaker. He weighed 100 kilograms and had a strength of 250 kilograms, which was still greater than Gaoxin's.

More importantly, both men had extensive combat experience, and their attacks complemented each other.

This made it difficult for Gaoxin to win through technique. After all, only two days earlier, he had still been an ordinary person who had never learned any combat skills.

Although he had relied on Imaginary Training to devise a fighting style that made use of his mental abilities, he had only had a short time to develop it. His style was still extremely immature.

Soon, all three of them were injured, locked in an evenly matched battle.

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

Gaoxin relied on rapidly shifting his center of gravity to strike Peter several times, but Peter either defused the attacks or endured them and counterattacked with a punch.

Peter's strength was in a completely different league from those five brutes who relied only on raw power.

"Heh, you too. Your ability to read attacks is impressive. Did you defeat Daishan Beida with that skill?" Peter asked.

Gaoxin's fighting style seemed to have no pattern, but in reality, it was making full use of his mental abilities.

His powerful visual recognition, combined with logical analysis, allowed him to read his opponent's movements and devise counters.

With his astonishing balance, he could rapidly shift his center of gravity and perform movements that resembled acrobatics.

Thus, he could execute any bizarre move he thought of.

"Special skill? Sorry, but I didn't use any of this when I fought Daishan Beida..." Gaoxin answered honestly.

Peter did not believe him at all. "What? Then should I feel honored?"

Gaoxin did not explain further. He was slightly shifting his consciousness toward emotion.

After all, through memory and analysis, he had already gained a basic understanding of Peter and Luo Ban's fighting patterns, making it easier to predict them.

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

"Sure enough, locking myself in the training room and imagining fights is nowhere near as useful as fighting an unknown opponent in reality."

What advanced techniques could Gaoxin develop by shutting himself in the training room?

He had never fought Silver Hand head-on, nor had he truly exchanged blows with Daishan Beida. In reality, he possessed no memories of actual face-to-face combat.

But Peter was an excellent opponent.

Gaoxin could feel his combat skills rapidly growing stronger.

Read, think, change techniques, read again, think again, change techniques again...

The fighting style he had developed himself gradually improved, heading toward a direction as elusive and unconstrained as a goat hanging its horns on a tree branch.

Peter and Luo Ban found it extremely difficult to fight him. They were being led around by the nose and could not keep up with his rhythm.

"Waaah!"

After battling Luo Ban for a moment, Gaoxin suddenly abandoned his opponent. He turned around almost frantically and shouted at Peter.

Peter was startled, and his movements faltered.

Taking advantage of the opening, Gaoxin followed the momentum of his turn and suddenly lashed out with a powerful kick.

Peter reacted quickly and dodged, causing Gaoxin's kick to miss.

But he had not expected that Gaoxin's move had not been aimed at Peter at all. Its true target was still Luo Ban.

Gaoxin's side kick drew a huge arc through the air. Borrowing its momentum, it rose upward and completed a full turn, sending him into a backward somersault.

"Bang!" The kick traced an almost 360-degree arc through the air in an astonishing reverse hook, striking Luo Ban directly on the crown as he attacked from behind.

Luo Ban was knocked senseless. His head buzzed, and his vision went black.

But Gaoxin's attack was not over. Each move linked into the next.

It was as if he had seen through both Peter and Luo Ban. He moved freely between them, borrowing their force and chaining their attacks together.

After a fierce barrage of blows, he quickly beat Luo Ban unconscious.

Once Luo Ban fell, Peter, now alone, shouted, "Someone! Get over here!"

Six muscular men immediately abandoned their opponents and joined the fight. For a moment, seven people surrounded Gaoxin.

But Gaoxin was already caught up in the battle and did not care that he was outnumbered. "Bring as many as you want!"

"I'll help you call them!"

Gaoxin's movements grew stranger by the moment. He darted among the seven men, weaving and tugging at the gaps in their formation.

Suddenly, he freed one hand, broke out of the encirclement, and provoked even more enemies.

One muscular man was fighting fiercely with Sule when Gaoxin ran over from behind and kicked him.

Furious, that man joined the group surrounding Gaoxin.

Again and again, Gaoxin provoked people everywhere, actively increasing the number of opponents surrounding him to ten.

This greatly reduced the pressure on Qiao Long and the others, allowing all sixty of Qiao Long's men to fight one-on-one.

Even while fighting ten people, Gaoxin did not fall behind. In fact, he seemed even more relaxed.

That was because no more than five people could attack him simultaneously.

He fought and maneuvered among the ten, but in reality, he only had to deal with two or three at once.

The more people there were, the more they got in one another's way and the worse each of them performed.

Before long, several more people were knocked down by his imaginative, bizarre moves, as elusive as a goat hanging its horns on a tree branch.

He frequently aimed at their crotches as a threat. Even when others attacked his own vital points at the same time, he did not flinch.

That crazed gaze made people shudder, as if he were always prepared to exchange his life for theirs.

In this way, Gaoxin knocked down nine more people in succession, leaving the ground covered with cries of pain.

Only Peter remained, standing several meters away.

"What kind of chaotic fighting is this? I can't understand it at all. It almost completely violates human biomechanics, yet he's forcibly pulling these movements off and producing astonishing results..."

Peter knew that having too many people made it harder to surround someone, so he had retreated into the distance to rest and observe.

But the more he watched, the more confused he became. He could not analyze Gaoxin's boxing technique at all.

If he had to describe it, it was simply change—mad, endless change.

His attacks were also wildly unconstrained, as elusive as a goat hanging its horns on a tree branch, as if he were completely drunk.

If he had just been flailing wildly, that would have been one thing. But he was not. He had knocked down ten people in one breath. Could anyone seriously call that random?

Peter watched in frustration. "Fuck... Who taught you to throw punches like that?"

"What kind of martial art did you learn?"

Gaoxin took out a bottle of bathwater from behind him and poured it over his head.

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

"This is... Dark Grappling Technique!"

Peter looked utterly confused. What kind of style was Dark Grappling Technique?

He did not know that Gaoxin possessed a Heart of Dark Logic, and that it had already reached the minor mastery stage.

The mysteries of the universe were limitless. Along the path of Dark Logic, Gaoxin had already glimpsed the threshold and summarized a complete body of Dark Logic knowledge, which he called "principle."

From this principle, he had derived a school of Dark Logic, which could be called Wishful Casting Heart.

After mastering this school, he could create various techniques, such as the Art of False Medicine, Art of Reflection, Art of Imaginary Training, and Dark Grappling Technique.

Dao, principle, method, technique—each layer evolved from the one before it. Once one thing was understood, everything became connected; once one truth was grasped, a thousand followed.

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

The melee between the two groups had reached its climax. Because of Gaoxin, the number of strong fighters on both sides had also long since become even.

No one could help Peter now. The two sides had entered one-on-one fights.

Peter was not afraid either. At this point, he had almost no way to retreat.

Besides, he had been conserving his strength while Gaoxin had already fought fifteen people in succession and expended a great deal of stamina.

Peter also outweighed him by forty kilograms. There was no reason he could still lose.

"No matter what, the advantage is mine!"

"Come on!" he roared, charging at Gaoxin.

Peter traded blow for blow, no longer fearing Gaoxin's strange techniques.

He had the advantages of stamina and strength, and his resistance to blows was also greater than Gaoxin's. As long as he was not afraid and exchanged injuries head-on, Gaoxin would be the first to fall!

Peter began fighting like a dazed brawler, willingly exchanging injuries to see who was tougher.

And it had to be said, his desperate fighting style really did injure Gaoxin twice.

But that was all. Gaoxin's movements became increasingly impossible to predict.

When Peter thought Gaoxin was going to kick, he actually punched. When he thought Gaoxin was going to punch, Gaoxin actually formed scissors...

Gaoxin's knee strike could become a sliding sweep, and the sliding sweep could become a reverse hook. Even after launching a reverse hook, he could change his center of gravity in midair and turn it into a spinning backfist.

A string of unrestrained attacks, combined with astonishing core strength, pushed the limits of human movement and completely overwhelmed Peter.

Peter felt as if he were not fighting a human at all, but exchanging blows with an alien.

After taking several hits, he grew increasingly frustrated. He desperately tried to counterattack and trade injuries with Gaoxin.

But the harder he tried, the deeper he fell into Gaoxin's indescribable rhythm.

Finally, with a crack...

He twisted his own waist! His legs tangled together! He went headfirst into the ground!

Peter had been directly shaken down by Gaoxin's continuous changes in center of gravity.

Gaoxin grinned. "I haven't even used any force, and you fell over by yourself?"

Peter's face was pale. He struggled to stand, only for Gaoxin to kick him in the face.

Blood gushed from his nose. He roared and tried to get back up, but another punch left him seeing stars.

After several more punches and kicks, Peter was beaten beyond recognition, his face swollen and bruised.

Yet Peter was a true tough guy. Although he had been completely defeated, he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

Finally, Gaoxin raised his foot, took aim at Peter's crotch, and was about to stomp down.

Only then did Peter finally cry out, "No, no, no! I was wrong, boss! You're my boss!"

"I'll do whatever you say. Just don't touch it!"

P.S.:

Sorry.