The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 14 Jujitsu
The turbid sewage made waves, and the sticky touch submerged the ankles, and the decadent light bulbs dimmed, slightly illuminating the damp moss-covered walls.

Li Ang let out a foul breath, threw the corpse in his hand violently, and swooped towards Bucky.

Tat Tat Tat, the soles of the feet stirred up layers of water, and the only remaining right arm turned into a long spear. After making a fist, the tip of the thumb streaked across the air, making a sharp beep.

Bucky didn't dodge or dodge, his fat body remained motionless as if nails were nailed to the ground, his two palms tightly strangled Li Ang's arm like iron tongs, and then pushed him directly to the ground.

As soon as Fang landed on the ground, Bucky lay on his side and pinched Li Ang's wrist, twisted his elbow with his thigh, pressed his neck with his calf, and crushed Li Ang to the ground in the blink of an eye in an L-shaped lateral position.

This is the most common and well-known cross-bar in Brazilian jiu-jitsu. It uses the strength of the whole body to suppress the upper body of the opponent, and uses the natural structure of the joints to prevent the enemy from breathing and immobilizing.Once it is used, it will easily injure or even break the enemy's arm.

In the competition records of UFC, the world's top fighting organization, the winning rate of cross-bolt as a finishing move is only behind naked choke and guillotine, and it is the most stable and efficient move in ground fighting skills.

An ordinary arm cross can exert at least 60kg of pressure on the enemy's elbow joints. An ordinary thin woman can firmly suppress a strong man with an overall superiority in height and weight. suffocate it,

But at this moment, this kind of skill is even more terrifying when it is performed by the rock-solid Bucky. In just a few seconds, Li Ang's complexion turned purple, and his elbows made a teeth-piercing click.

Careless, Li Ang's shoulders, chest, arms and even fingertips were all restrained by anti-joints, every muscle was twitching, and it was impossible for his biceps, which could not exert their full strength, to resist the enemy's strangulation.

Li Ang kicked hard on the edge of the ditch steps with his toes, scraped the floor and slammed himself into the wall. The moment he hit the stone wall, he twisted his body tremblingly and kicked Bucky on the side of the forehead, taking advantage of the short gap broke free.

Before Li Ang could stand still, Bucky rolled and kicked his ankle, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall to the ground involuntarily.

As a master of traditional martial arts and modern fighting, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has a natural advantage in one-on-one close combat in such a narrow environment. However, the ancient hand fighting practiced by Li Ang in his previous life did not have much accumulation in ground skills. It is inevitable to suffer a big loss under the touch.

After throwing Li Ang to the ground, Bucky grabbed him by the collar, crossed his thighs and strangled Li Ang's neck, and pressed down his head with both hands, forming the most efficient closed form in Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Defensive triangle choke, tightly suppressing Li Ang's breathing like iron chains and shackles.

The expression on Li Ang's face was ferocious and terrifying. He struggled to pick up Bucky and smash him against the stone wall, but the other party easily endured it like a breeze.

The brain screamed to beg for oxygen supply, and all the acupoints in the whole body were exhausted to squeeze the potential. Li Ang's vision was already black and blurred, and the tinnitus and cochlea echoed passionately like heavy metal rock music.

"You know, when I was just one month old, my mother sent me to the poorhouse in Gotham City."

Bucky looked at Li Ang's blushing face, opened his mouth, and tried to absorb the oxygen that didn't exist, and said, "That almshouse is in the east of the city, and it was demolished a few years ago, do you know?"

Li Ang could hardly hear what he was saying at all, and could only try to break Bucky's restraint feebly.

"That poorhouse, um, how should I put it? The atmosphere is very good, the Bible is read, hymns are sung, and occasionally there are snacks and the like."

Bucky looked at Li Ang's continuous struggle indifferently, and continued to say in a low voice: "Until one day, the bishop of the city, that Mr. Gleason who is widely loved by the citizens, took the people in our choir Seven or eight children came to his house, saying they were going to perform some kind of special 'exorcism'."

His eyes hidden under the gas mask crossed the dark sewer, crossed the concrete floor, and seemed to have reached some unknown place, "There were also some big figures who held the ceremony together, the spokesperson of the Gotham City Council, Gotham City Construction The president of the foundation, the president of the Gotham Times newspaper, the boss of Gotham TV station, and even a gold medal host who often appears on the morning news."

"Can you imagine that the 'Exorcism Ceremony' was very successful, these fat, glamorous people in front of the stage performed exorcism again and again, almost everyone in the choir took turns, and even Some unlucky kids get played to death for being too cute."

Bucky smiled and watched Li Ang's eyes turn white, and he gradually lost his strength to struggle, "When the children in the poorhouse are no longer 'pure' and 'beautiful', the 'exorcism ceremony' will be abandoned. They, banished them to the streets to fend for themselves."

"It's not that no one tried to expose and call for help, but whoever dares to do so, his body will appear in a dark corner of the city the next day."

Bucky gently rubbed Li Ang's hair, looked at his livid face and said, "So I changed from a little boy in the choir to a gangster who did all kinds of evil, and Mr. Clown led us to use various methods to destroy Killed those who used to host 'exorcisms'. But you know what's the funniest thing? The obituaries in the newspapers the next day are always marked with 'deep condolences', as if those dead elites are really Gotham City A servant who symbolizes light and justice."

Bucky shook his head and sighed softly: "Gotham is the corrupted Gotham, and the port is the port of the wicked."

Li Ang fell to the ground, his eyes were cloudy, his neck was red from being strangled, his chest seemed to have lost its ups and downs, and only his lips were still murmuring.

Bucky let go of the triangular twist, and leaned his ear to Li Ang's mouth to listen.

"...You talk too much idiot."

Li Ang jumped up violently, snapped off the protruding bone spur on his left arm, and pierced Bucky's neck like a saber.

In an instant, blood spurted out, splashing Li Ang's face warm and scarlet.

Bucky took a few steps back, his huge body leaning against the stone wall, his breathing was hoarse like a bellows, his palms were futilely covering the scar left by the bone spur, his eyes were protruding like fish eyes.

Li Ang stood up slowly, spat on the muddy blood on the ground, grinned, and walked towards Bucky staggeringly but resolutely.

"As I said, I want to be a hostage very strongly." Li Ang avoided Bucky's vain attack, leaned forward, pinched the clown's head and pressed it hard on the ground, like a carpenter's shavings, and started To tow.

One inch, two inches, Bucky's face sunken rapidly, and the cracks in the mottled stone bricks were filled with minced meat.

Li Ang's laughter sounded in the sewer, he looked at the faceless Bucky, and said softly,

"Now, you look much better than before."

(End of this chapter)