Jiang Chen was full of astonishment, a trace of panic flashing in his ghostly green pupils.
He struggled desperately, trying to escape with brute force.
Yet discovered that his limbs were firmly immobilized by joint locks, and his carotid artery was locked by Fang Cheng's leg muscles like iron clamps.
Blood flow to his brain was rapidly blocked, causing his vision to go black.
Intense pain emanated from his arm joints, as if they were about to break.
He was a general of the Yu Dynasty, charging and killing on horseback for half his life, mastering the open and grand military formations of killing techniques.
How could he have encountered such ground grappling and joint-locking skills?
"What kind of rogue fighting technique is this?!"
Jiang Chen roared angrily, struggling with all his might.
Yet found that the more he resisted, the tighter the opponent's joint locks became.
Fang Cheng pressed his knee against his spine, snorting coldly:
"A special move for old bones."
