Fortunately, Feng Bujue drank a survival point supplement before making his move and escaped. Otherwise, he might have died of exhaustion due to overloading his skills.
However, his physical strength finally returned to zero, and he immediately felt exhausted and fell down uncontrollably.
At the same time, the doubled power of the virtual flash also completely dispersed the Pegasus Comet Fist and engulfed the figure of Qisha.
"God... I can't believe it..." Gordon put down the telescope and exclaimed as he looked at the black shock wave that broke through the sky.
The well-informed Nightwing also had a look of surprise on his face. This time, even he wanted to find heroes outside Gotham City for help.
"Chief! Did you see it! Oh my God!" The police officers on the two helicopters could see more clearly. At this moment, they were holding walkie-talkies and describing the wonders they saw incoherently.
After the collision of the two extreme moves, a rough deep ravine appeared on the roof of Wayne Tower, and the two people who used the moves had already fallen to the ground.
Qisha was lying on his back, gasping for breath. During the few seconds when he was directly hit by the virtual flash, his body felt as if he had been watered by magma. He felt that all the cells in his body were about to evaporate.
After the virtual flash, the bat suit on his body was in tatters and was destroyed by 60 to 70%. However, the game suit he wore underneath was almost intact under the protection of the system.
If the Bat suit Qisha wears is bought from the "Scare Box", then the legendary item will not be easily damaged no matter what. But right now, the Bat suit he is wearing was obtained locally in the script and cannot be taken out.
In other words, this equipment is in the "DC universe environment" where it was originally located. Therefore, it is not protected by the system, but continues to obey the inherent physical laws of this universe.
For example, the same reason applies to Cold-blooded Armor being destroyed by RPGs. If Cold-blooded Armor has a version that can bring out the script, then as long as this armor is put on by the player, even if it is hit by a missile, it may not break apart (
Of course, players still have to swallow the part of damage that exceeds the defense.) However, it cannot be taken away from the script version. It must be based on the current world settings. Its materials always have a limit of endurance. The destructive power exceeding this limit can
destroy it
"Hehehe...hahahaha..." After Qisha regained his breath, he laughed loudly to the sky: "I still have such a trump card...hahahahaha..." He laughed and stood up: "How can this be unreasonable...
..." His laughter revealed a kind of happiness from the heart, but also a little helpless: "I really can't guess you."
Chirp
A white light suddenly shot out
Feng Bujue lay on his side and used his last bit of strength to launch the attack with the frozen pulse gun.
His posture at this time was quite strange, with his head tilted to the right and hanging on the ground; his two arms were stretched out at a 90-degree angle to his body, his right arm was pressed against the ground, and his left arm was pressed against his right arm... This was the only way to use it.
This way he can shoot while lying down
"Tch... so difficult to deal with..." When Qisha was hit by the freezing ray, he had not yet completely stood up. The impact point of the freezing ray was on his leg, and spread rapidly around it, causing Qisha to bend his knees and half
The squatting position was frozen
Feng Bujue was also in unbearable pain. This was the first time he experienced the feeling of zero survival value. To describe it, it was like a person having a nightmare, unable to use his whole body, and could only act in a state of panic.
He was lying down and shooting not because Brother Jue thought this posture was cool, but because he couldn't even sit up at the moment. He concentrated hard and gritted his teeth. The strength he exerted was only enough to press the trigger of the frozen pulse gun.
All he can do now is to maintain the output of the beam and pray that Qisha can be frozen in the ice through the diffusion effect of the freezing ray, so that he can suffocate the opponent to death.
Unexpectedly...a situation that no one wants to see happens at this moment
After continuously outputting the beam for dozens of seconds, the pulse gun ran out of power...
Two seconds after the beam stopped, there was a snap, and Feng Bujue let go of his hand, letting the pulse gun fall to the ground.
In the night sky, the evening breeze blew gently...
Qisha stood in a half-squatting position with his knees bent. The soles of his feet to his chest were sealed in ice. Only his head and right forearm could move.
And Feng Bujue was lying on the ground, motionless like a dead pig. He repeatedly said the same word "Fake" with his eyes.
"Okay, I'll deal with you after the ice melts," Qisha said pretending to be calm.
"When I regain my physical strength, you will be the one who dies." Feng Bujue replied unwillingly. His voice sounded as if he had just swallowed a mouthful of mustard. It was hard to listen to anyone.
"When the people on the helicopter see our behavior, they will definitely report it. Soon the police and superheroes will come here to clear the area. Then in order to arrest me, they will definitely break the ice cubes," Qisha said: "
When I break out of the ice, I just need to rush to your side with all my strength and make up for it with a casual blow, and you will be finished."
"Your analytical skills are so poor." Feng Bujue was still struggling to say this, but his voice had recovered a bit: "After the people who cleared the place came, as long as I lie here and act like I've just been raped,
The expression on your face was so... Before you came out of the ice, I had already been carried to the street, put into the ambulance and driven away."
"Okay... you are pushing too hard." Qisha moved his right hand with all his strength, reluctantly bending his elbow and letting his forearm slightly bend towards his torso. A white light flashed and he successfully took out a pistol from his bag.
"Ha! Make it look like you can hit someone." Feng Bujue laughed before the other party fired.
In fact, the distance between the two is less than 20 meters, but Seven Kills' shooting specialization is only E-level (the special effects of the Batman suit have disappeared at this time), and the posture of the forearm is restricted, so it is indeed difficult to hit.
Goal
"I advise you not to force yourself too hard. If you shoot like this, the recoil may break your arm." Feng Bujue taunted confidently: "According to my guess, your Excellency is only extremely strong in combat specialization.
The specializations are not that good, but the shooting specialization thing is relatively easy to practice from n/a to e level. Just prepare a gun and take it out for fun from time to time. You are already level 31, so I guess
, you are E-level..." When he said this, he tried hard to support the ground with his hands and finally sat up successfully: "According to my understanding of DC comics, the batarang has a tracking function, but it needs to be matched with the tracking function in the bat helmet.
Your previous exploratory attack was accurate because of your positioning system, right? But now, I see your helmet is also damaged... With just the strength of your wrist, even if the dart you throw can hit, it won't hit.
It’s impossible to beat me to death.”
Brother Jue took a few deep breaths and looked at the game menu. The recovery of physical energy was slower than expected, and much slower. It seemed that once the physical energy returned to zero, the damage caused was not just as simple as the data.
It's just like a real football player who has insufficient physical strength on the field and has to walk and run to adjust; if he continues to run regardless, it may lead to physical exhaustion. By then, cramps may be considered minor, but shock may occur.
Thriller Paradise restores this reality to a certain extent. In this game, regaining strength after losing strength, and slowly recovering when there is still a little strength left are completely different things.
"So you chose a gun." Feng Bujue continued what he just said: "But I said, with your current situation, this attempt is in vain."
Qisha also sighed: "Huh...it seems like I should really practice my marksmanship in the game."
"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instinct always makes him have some conditioned reflexes to seek death. Just a second after the other party's words came out, Brother Jue also blurted out: "Are you a policeman? A soldier? A member of the shooting or hunting association?"
Qisha was still surprised, and Feng Bujue added, "It seems like you don't want others to know about your expression. Are you a killer? A spy? An older young man who was poisoned by an amusement machine?"
"Uh..." Qisha was in a dilemma where it was difficult to answer the question.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter, I'm not interested either," Feng Bujue said, raising his hand with difficulty and taking out the endless grenade box from his bag.
Seeing the other party take out a grenade, Qisha felt that something was wrong. He asked tentatively: "Brother Crazy, in your current state, can you really throw a grenade over?"
Feng Bujue took out the anti-gravity catapult again: "I don't need to think about this kind of problem at all. I only need to know the time between pulling off the fuse and the explosion, the speed of the grenade flying in a straight line, and the distance between you and me.
Three quantities are enough." He breathed a sigh of relief: "The next calculations can be done by elementary school students."
"What do you mean..." Qisha's eyes were fixed on the anti-gravity catapult in the opponent's hand. Although he hadn't seen the specific function of this thing, he could guess a thing or two after listening to Feng Bujue's words.
"Haha... It means that your situation is not good." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "After taking advantage of my false flash (the system prompted him to learn the name of the random skill), you haven't drunk the survival value yet.
"Take supplements." As he spoke, he was ready to launch. "If you think that with full health, you can take the explosion damage of two Mark II grenades at close range without dying, then you can drink it now.
Otherwise... I advise you to save some game coins."
When Feng Bujue said the first half of the sentence, Qisha quickly reached out and took out the blood bottle after being reminded by him. However, after hearing the second half of the sentence, he thought for a few seconds and put the blood bottle back.
"Hmph...haha..." Qisha smiled in relief, shaking his head: "Crazy... I will remember this ID this time."
"Goodbye, one-on-one activist," Feng Bujue said, pulling out the grenade fuse.
…………
real world, s city, l park
The park is already deserted at night, but a swing deep in the park is still swaying
"Is it over yet?" Vincent hooked his hands on the iron chains on both sides of the swing, making the swing swing back and forth slightly.
"Hey hey hey... You talk to me in such a boring tone, you probably have a conspiracy..." Woody's figure suddenly appeared two meters in front of Vincent. He did not answer the question raised by the other party, but
He looked around, and then pointed to another swing on Vincent's right: "That's the 'Death Swing', right?" He paused: "You sit on that ordinary swing and put on a relaxed posture.
The pleasant appearance and psychological suggestion are actually meant to lure me to sit next to you and chat with you, and then I will be bounced into shit by the death swing."
"Haha..." Vincent couldn't help but laugh: "Alas... It seems that this level of deception can only deceive Sid."
"I'm also curious...is this thing really as powerful as the legend says?" Woody looked at the swing and asked.
"Why do you think I'm here?" Vincent replied
"Oh...hehehe..." Woody smiled knowingly. He had the answer the moment he heard the question: "The last guy who was sent to recycle the swing died because of his bad skills, right?"
"That's why I want to lure you over and try the power of this swing," Vincent said
"Hehehe... This is just as inexplicable as the last time you tried to kill me with the 'One-Hit Tomato'," Woody said with a smile, "Let's talk about the gamble. Feng Bujue has already won. Hehehehehe..."
He couldn't help but laugh evilly at the end.
"Sure enough, he won..." Vincent continued calmly. Judging from his expression, he had already expected this result.
"You must be very proud now," Woody said
"Isn't this kind of joyful emotion from the heart something that you and I can ask for?" Vincent responded.
Woody saw the other person doing Tai Chi with him, so he made it clear: "Before I came here, I spent about ten seconds to fully speculate on your plan." He said: "I think this plan mainly consists of two parts.
Composition... First, through these forty-eight hours of concessions, Li Ruoyu can continue to maintain an above-average strength level, and will not enter the strongest group prematurely. Her game time is already relatively restrained. The loss of two days is not
It’s not too big, isn’t it?”
Vincent smiled and basically acquiesced to this
"Secondly, you asked us to bet on this battle, which naturally has a purpose." Woody said: "The gathering of six strong men in a melee is a good thing for their growth. Even if they are the losers, they will also have a purpose."
It cannot be said that nothing has been gained, just the experience of fighting against top masters is already rare." His expression changed slightly: "And the most important point is... with a script like this, the final winner will definitely be improved like a new man.
Hehe..." He laughed for a while: "It seems that you want to take this opportunity to create someone who can compete with Gui Xiao."
"What's wrong with that?" Vincent asked.
"Tsk, tsk, you have ulterior motives, hehe..." Woody's obscene laughter revealed a chill. "Before the game is about to enter the middle stage, the original pattern of the top-level combat power is broken. This is burying the ground for 'chaos'."
Foreshadowing”
"Are you willing to see Guixiao dominate alone?" Vincent said with a smile.
"Hehe... That's not true, but if I have a choice now, I will be like you, let the person who bets stay behind the leading group, in a safer and more advantageous position instead of showing his edge too early." Wu
Dee replied
"It's better to blame Feng Bujue than to blame me." Vincent said: "Even you yourself don't know how far this chess piece in your hand can go...then is he still a chess piece?"
"Hmph..." Woody adjusted his glasses, "I never looked at him as a chess piece from the beginning... People like Feng Bujue are destined to be chess players, not chess pieces.
It can only be played, not controlled.”
…………
A few minutes ago, game world, Gotham City
Feng Bujue launched both grenades, sending Qisha away from the script.
As the status of "Dead" next to Qisha's name in the enemy team column appeared, the system prompt also sounded: "The current mission has been completed, and all main missions have been completed."
The item [Become the only surviving player in the scenario] in the task bar is also checked.
[You have completed the script, it will be automatically transferred after 180 seconds]
"Huh..." Feng Bujue stood up unsteadily, looked at the night sky and let out a long breath.
When the physical energy value returned to above 30 points at an extremely slow speed, he felt much better. At least he could sit, sit, stand, and walk without any obstacles. It seems that this value is a hurdle. When the player's physical energy is exhausted, it returns from 0 to 30.
This period of time can be regarded as an implicit debuff state.
"It seems that your matter has been settled. Now it's time to settle the score between us." At this time, Yeyi's voice came.
Feng Bujue looked back and saw six or seven heroes of the Divine Network standing in a row, looking majestic.
"Tim is not dead," Feng Bujue said, "The video is fake. He is still alive. In the hands of Two-Face, Mr. Dante and I want to frame the Penguin and anger you so that he can become the underground king.
And I... can take advantage of you to lose your mind and rush out to loot the Batcave. Of course, all my original plans were disrupted later."
In just a few sentences, the amount of information is quite large. When the heroes heard the words, their expressions changed several times, with surprise, joy, and doubt accounting for about 30% each. In the end, Yeyi, the leader, stood up and replied: "Even if what you said is
It's true, it's true that you killed the police and assisted Two-Face, you..." Before he could finish his words, he was stunned by Feng Bujue's move.
Brother Jue didn't do anything else, he just took out a tattered cloak.
"There are some things that Bruce can never teach you." Feng Bujue didn't put on the cloak, he just held a corner of the cloth in one hand and let it fly in the air.
"Don't talk to me about the so-called 'crimes.'" Brother Jue's tone became more ups and downs: "There are many people in this city who you regard as lunatics. They spread anarchy and a crazy way of life.
But as long as they still know deep down what anarchism is and what madness is, it still cannot be called complete madness.
Such a group of people can still understand what ‘crime’ is.”
As he spoke, he retreated towards the edge of the building, "And I... am different from them." He showed a strange smile: "My existence is a symbol of anarchy and madness."
"What are you going to do!" Yeyi seemed to realize something and quickly stepped forward and approached Feng Bujue.
"Sinners can be punished, and evil itself cannot be judged, and those who are tempted and fall by it will never disappear." Feng Bujue had reached the edge of the rooftop at this time, and he would fall if he took a step back, but
But he still smiled fearlessly, holding the cloak fluttering in the air with one hand, "I asked my opponent to take off this cloak because I don't want to fight with someone wearing this."
"Listen, jump down from here..." Yeyi also saw what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade him
"Those who defend justice will bear the faith and responsibility represented by this cloak." Feng Bujue took the last step, "And those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."
Yeyi rushed forward, trying to catch Feng Bujue, but he only caught the cloak that was thrown out by him.
Crazy laughter roamed freely in the wind, and gradually drifted away in the night sky as Feng Bujue fell.
But in the end, no body fell to the ground...
The madness at that moment seemed to last forever (to be continued...)
