A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"go out."

Feng Yuxiu shoved Li Jiaxin out.

He was just expressing his feelings; he had no interest in female celebrities in their thirties.

Besides, he didn't come here to do these things.

These so-called experts are nothing but trash and must be eliminated once again.

If you can kill someone once and then kill them a second time, there's nothing more wonderful in this world.

Li Jiaxin was stunned for a moment. She looked at Feng Yuxiu strangely, then suddenly smiled and said, "How about I have a drink with you? I just happened to bring some alcohol with me. If I go out now, they will still beat me up."

Feng Yuxiu raised an eyebrow.

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"Is this handsome guy not a local? His accent doesn't sound like it either."

After a few rounds of drinks, Li Jiaxin realized that Feng Yuxiu wasn't a difficult person to get along with, and she started to chatter with him.

Feng Yuxiu didn't answer, but instead asked, "I remember you guys had pretty good positions, how could you be held hostage by someone like this? I might believe you if you said it was the 90s, but it's this day and age, why aren't you resisting?"

Li Jiaxin smiled and said, "Anyway, it's not something they just give out randomly, and I'm rarely pulled in by them. Actually, it's pretty good. I'm getting older now, and I can't compare to the resources of those younger people."

"Then why are you still doing this?"

"This is the last time. I have a contract with the company, and even legally I'm at a disadvantage. I'll just have to bear with it like I've swallowed a fly."

Feng Yuxiu took a few sips, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

Li Jiaxin stood up and looked gracefully at Feng Yuxiu, "You... this place is not simple, it's not what you imagine... if you... why don't you leave?"

Feng Yuxiu turned around and said, "Get lost."

Li Jiaxin sighed, packed her things, and turned to leave.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill voice echoed down the corridor. Feng Yuxiu recognized it as Li Jiaxin's voice, but instead of going out immediately, he stood behind the door and waited for a minute.

Upon sensing that only one person's footsteps were approaching, Feng Yuxiu decisively opened the door and instantly darted out using the Ape Strike Technique.

This is to prevent anyone from coming with a gun. If they turn the corner at such close range, they will definitely be shot down.

On the ground, Li Jiaxin lay dead, her fate unknown. Five meters from Feng Yuxiu's door, a middle-aged man dressed in loose casual clothes and black and white flat shoes was walking.

His arms were extremely long, and his thighs were round and powerful.

Feng Yuxiu stopped abruptly, but he stood behind Wang Zhe.

“Wang Zhe, the master of grappling, I believe your shady business is only just beginning.”

Wang Zhe was startled by the voice behind him and turned around abruptly to see Feng Yuxiu staring at him with a mocking expression.

Feng Yuxiu clasped his hands together and revealed his signature smile, "Today we will decide life and death, and also determine victory or defeat."

"However, I am not the same person I was in my past life, so I won't have too much of a entanglement with you now. Actually, you were quite a handful when I hit you in my past life."

Wang Zhe retreated warily, not knowing what the kid in front of him was saying and unable to understand a word.

"Here, I'll give you a chance. You make the first move."

Feng Yuxiu hooked his right hand and revealed an excited smile.

Although it happened in a previous life, it hasn't been many years for him.

Wang Zhe is a few years younger now than he was when he was playing, and perhaps the lack of age and exhaustion will bring him some surprises.

Wang Zhe didn't speak, but simply let out a slow breath.

His feet lightly rubbed the ground, his arms were slightly raised, his elbows were close to his waist, and his palms were facing inward. This was the starting stance of a grappling technique, ready to strike.

His breathing gradually synchronized with the sound of dripping water from the roof. With each inhale, his chest expanded slightly, his muscles tensed, and he gathered all his strength into his arms, ready to deal with any sudden attack.

His footsteps were extremely light, almost without making a sound. His figure darted out like a gust of wind, his right hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Feng Yuxiu's right shoulder well acupoint.

This claw strike was swift and precise, the fingertips carrying a sharp gust of wind. Just as it was about to strike the acupoint, Feng Yuxiu suddenly took a half step back with his left foot, while his right shoulder sank down and his left arm extended like a nimble snake, his fingertips precisely landing on the inside of Wang Zhe's wrist.

This is a basic grappling technique called "Disarming and Wrist Entanglement." Wang Zhe's finger strength was extremely deep. As soon as his fingertips touched Feng Yuxiu's wrist, he twisted it outwards while pressing his thumb firmly against the pulse on Feng's wrist, trying to use the twisting force to twist Feng's arm back.

But Feng Yuxiu reacted faster than Wang Zhe had anticipated.

Feeling the twisting force coming from his wrist, he not only did not struggle, but instead pushed his left arm forward, bent his elbow, and slammed it into Wang Zhe's chest. At the same time, his right wrist, which was being held down, suddenly tightened, the muscles as hard as iron, and forcefully blocked Wang Zhe's twisting force.

"Click"

With a soft thud, the sound of two bones colliding, Wang Zhe felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, as if he had pressed against a red-hot iron block, his finger bones tingling slightly. He was shocked, not expecting Feng Yuxiu to have mastered such a level of hard skill. An ordinary person's wrist would have been numb from the pain if Feng Yuxiu had pressed it like that, but Feng Yuxiu not only remained unmoved, but was also able to launch a counterattack.

In the critical moment, Wang Zhe suddenly released his right hand, retreated rapidly, spread his legs apart, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a horse stance for defense.

Feng Yuxiu's elbow grazed his chest, the force of the impact making his skin sting. If he had been even a fraction slower, his ribs would have been broken.

Feng Yuxiu steadied himself and moved his wrist. There were a few faint red marks where Wang Zhe had pressed down, but no swelling. "Unfortunately, the force was still a bit lacking."

Wang Zhe rubbed his numb fingertips, his gaze growing increasingly serious.

He knew he could no longer remain passively defensive; he had to take the initiative and use the skillful techniques of grappling to counter Feng Yuxiu's hard skills.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Zhe suddenly lunged forward. This time, instead of attacking Feng Yuxiu's vitals directly, he formed claws with both hands and grabbed at Feng Yuxiu's left and right forearms respectively.

His moves became increasingly swift, his hands striking alternately, his fingertips whistling through the air, sometimes grabbing the wrist, sometimes hooking the elbow, each move aimed at Feng Yuxiu's arm joints.

The essence of grappling lies in using skill to overcome strength. He is no match for Feng Yuxiu in a direct confrontation. Only by attacking joints, which are difficult to cover with hard skills, can one find a chance of victory.

A hint of approval flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes. He changed his footwork and dodged left and right like a ghost, while his arms blocked continuously.

His arm swings were small, but he always managed to block Wang Zhe's attacks at crucial moments. The thuds from the collisions of his arms echoed in the empty warehouse, making people's eardrums vibrate.

Several times, Wang Zhe's fingertips had already touched Feng Yuxiu's elbow joint, but the other party was always able to cleverly deflect his finger force by turning or turning to the side, and at the same time launch a counterattack.

During a counterattack, Feng Yuxiu's right hand suddenly changed from a claw to a fist, aiming straight for Wang Zhe's face. Wang Zhe hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but the fist grazed his cheek and struck the door behind him.

"Kang Dang"

With a loud crash, the iron gate was smashed, leaving a deep dent.

Cold sweat slid down Wang Zhe's forehead, mixing with the moisture on his body and making his skin feel cool.

He could feel his breathing becoming more and more rapid. The series of attacks had exhausted a lot of his strength, but Feng Yuxiu's breathing remained steady, and the fervor in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Your grappling techniques lack a bit of ruthlessness."

Feng Yuxiu's voice rang out again, and his figure suddenly accelerated. This time, he no longer dodged, but took the initiative to send his left arm toward Wang Zhe's hands. At the same time, his right hand formed a silk-like shape and suddenly wrapped around Wang Zhe's right arm. "Grappling is about locking, but also about killing. You only know how to lock, but you don't know how to kill, so you can't beat me."

Wang Zhe felt a chill run down his spine; he knew Feng Yuxiu was telling the truth.

He always leaves himself some leeway when practicing grappling techniques.

But Feng Yuxiu in front of him was determined to die with every move, leaving no room for maneuver.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu's left arm offered up, Wang Zhe did not hesitate. He grabbed Feng's elbow with both hands and tried to break his arm by twisting his fingertips.

Just then, Feng Yuxiu suddenly exerted force with his right hand, which was entangled in Wang Zhe's right arm. His fingertips gripped the brachial artery in Wang Zhe's right arm like steel needles. At the same time, he twisted his wrist sharply, and a piercing pain instantly came from Wang Zhe's right arm, causing most of his finger strength to dissipate instantly.

"This is the 'Entangling Silk Locking Meridians,' which is even more effective at killing than your grappling techniques."

Feng Yuxiu's lips curled into a ferocious smile. He pressed his left arm forward, elbowing Wang Zhe on the shoulder, pinning his body firmly against the wall behind him.

The coldness seeped through his clothes, and Wang Zhe felt as if the blood flow in his right arm had been completely blocked, leaving his entire arm numb and powerless, making it impossible for him to exert any force.

He tried to struggle, but Feng Yuxiu's strength was astonishing. The elbow pressing on his shoulder felt like a huge boulder, making it impossible for him to move.

"You lost." Feng Yuxiu's voice rang in Wang Zhe's ears. "Your grappling skills are good, but unfortunately, you're not crazy enough. In this martial arts world, only the craziest people can survive to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yuxiu suddenly exerted force with his right hand, which was gripping Wang Zhe's brachial artery, and his fingertips went deeper. At the same time, he raised his left arm upward and with a crisp crack, Wang Zhe's shoulder joint was dislocated. The intense pain made him let out a scream and his body went limp to the ground.

Feng Yuxiu slowly released his grip, looking at Wang Zhe lying on the ground groaning in pain. The fervor in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a trace of desolation.

"I've already desperately suppressed my original power, using only basic grappling techniques. I've been extremely restrained. You don't understand that kind of restraint... but even so, you still can't beat me?"

Feng Yuxiu closed his eyes. "Was I really this weak in my past life? It took me so much effort to deal with you."

Wang Zhe stared intently at Feng Yuxiu, "Who exactly are you?"

Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes and quickly stepped forward, scratching and fiddling with Wang Zhe's body.

Wang Zhe's dislocated joints were restored to their original positions.

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath. "Now, it's my turn to attack you. Watch closely, I'll use half my strength."

The next second, Feng Yuxiu unleashed his Ape Strike Technique.

His figure flashed past Wang Zhe in an instant, leaving only a blur.

Wang Zhe stood there blankly, suddenly feeling short of breath, as Feng Yuxiu snapped his neck.

"You...what exactly..."

Wang Zhe swayed, collapsed to the ground, and died.

Feng Yuxiu stared indifferently at Wang Zhe lying on the ground. (End of Chapter)