"Ha!" Feng Bujue shouted and jumped back a step. He bent his legs slightly and steadied himself. Then, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and said, "Eat my big spixium light!"
"What?!" Seven Kills was shocked when he heard that. Blades had naturally investigated Underworld Frontline before the match, but he had never heard of Feng Bujue having Spixium's Ray.
Two seconds later, they heard …
"I'm sorry, but —"
This voice was not triggered by a skill, but by Feng Bujue himself. His hand didn't emit any light, and it just pretended to tremble.
"You … What are you doing …" Seven Kills looked at Feng Bujue's actions as the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Hmph …" Feng Bujue snorted coldly. "It's obvious that I'm bluffing."
"Is that so …" Seven Kills' lips twitched, and his eyelids twitched. "I can do that too …"
As he spoke, he took a step forward and threw out a punch. "Hundredth Style, Wild Bite!"
Feng Bujue knew very well that Seven Kills was not like him … He was just saying it, but Seven Kills really did make a move.
As mentioned in the previous chapter, the Hundred Pickings Style: Wild Bite was a fighting skill that only consumed 100 Stamina. Its damage wasn't considered high, but … this move was classified as a B-grade skill. This was because … this was a "starting move" that could be linked to several follow-up skills. Once hit by this move, there was a high possibility of being killed by a series of combo attacks during the duration of the hard hit.
Therefore, Brother Jue, who was well aware of this, would definitely not take this attack head-on.
"Ha! Too naive! Do you think I'll let you catch such a flaw? " While provoking his opponent, Feng Bujue instantly activated [Body Building Technique of Spiritual Sense – Change] and suddenly moved to the side.
But he never expected …
Crackle —
In the next second, Brother Jue's body let out a series of cracking sounds, and his body suddenly became sluggish.
"What!" Feng Bujue was shocked. "Oh no! This body can't bear the burden of the Body Enhancement Technique … "
As he thought about this, Seven Kills' fist had already arrived. "Humph … Even though I don't know the reason, it looks like you've made a mistake …"
After that, an old fist … oh no … a small fist landed on Feng Bujue's stomach.
Brother Jue, who was already unsteady on his feet, was thrown into the air by more than ten centimeters. The double damage from his own skill and the external force caused his body to enter a state of near paralysis for a short period of time. He couldn't move at all.
"He's the ideal punching bag …" Seven Kills murmured as he prepared his next move. "Then I won't hold back!"
Ping —
In the blink of an eye, his Seven Kills Dou Qi exploded, and he followed up with a spin, shouting, "[Shadowless Stormy Heavy Kick]!"
This move was aimed at targets that were in the air. The overall movement was to abruptly turn around and leap up. It started with a triple cross kick that was 720 degrees in the air, followed by a high-speed shotgun-style kick that lasted for a few seconds. If all the kicks landed, the target would be hit by twenty to thirty kicks in four seconds. The damage would be shocking.
And Feng Bujue … as Seven Kills said, due to an accident caused by the setting of the scenario, he was turned into a punching bag, and there was no way for him to react.
"This is bad …" At that moment, even Feng Bujue could not help but think, "Perhaps I'll die here because of this mistake!"
"I'm sorry, Brother Feng …" When the first two kicks landed, Seven Kills declared confidently. "Looks like I've won … Eh? Ah? " Ah … "But he did not finish his sentence because after the third kick, his whole body flew over Feng Bujue's head … and the twenty or so kicks that followed all missed their target.
About five seconds later, Seven Kills landed on the ground, and he could not help but grumble loudly, "Are you kidding me!"
When he turned back to look, Feng Bujue had already recovered and swallowed a Life Points Recovery Potion to recover to full health.
"Ha … Looks like it was my height that saved my life …" Feng Bujue smiled as he wiped away the blood on his lips. He turned to face his opponent and adjusted his posture.
"Damn it … I've turned into a child, and the ratio of my height hasn't changed. Theoretically speaking, this shouldn't have happened …" Seven Kills mumbled to himself as he turned around.
His words sounded like he was trying to "justify" himself, because the scene in the air just now made him feel a little awkward … It was like throwing a skill at an enemy with low HP, and at the same time turning around confidently … In the end, the enemy did not die.
"Of course, the ratio of your height hasn't changed, but your weight has," Feng Bujue said. "When you were young, you would jump from a height higher than your ribs, and you wouldn't feel anything. When you were a teenager, you would feel pain in your feet. But when you're an adult, you might be injured. It's the same if you're an adult … Even if the power of the skill and your physical fitness have been weakened proportionally, when you actually use it, there will still be some physical changes that will cause the result to be different. "
Obviously, what he said was also a kind of 'explanation'. Brother Bujue used the excuse of answering his opponent's question to explain his' mistake 'earlier.
"Hmm … I see." Seven Kills nodded. "As expected of Brother Feng, your analysis is indeed fast."
"You're too kind." Feng Bujue also nodded slightly.
The two of them looked at each other without batting an eyelid. Taking advantage of this exchange and flattery, they found a way out of this embarrassing situation together.
"But …" Since the pretense project was done, there was no need for politeness. Seven Kills changed the topic. "Is it really okay for you to tell me this information?"
"It's fine." Feng Bujue also changed his expression and tone. He replied arrogantly, "Whether you tell me or not … it won't affect my victory that much."
After he said that, the two fell into a silent confrontation again. The second round … was about to begin.
Right at this moment, another person joined the battle.
"Haha … The two of you are already fighting." At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Brother Jue.
Along with the voice, there was a "shadow" …
Feng Bujue heard the voice and turned around. He realized that he was already shrouded by the tall figure of the speaker.
"It's really you, Brother Feng." Long Aomin looked down at his Brother Jue, who was several heads shorter than him, and said with a smile, "Haha … If I didn't look at your clothes, I wouldn't have recognized you."
"But I can recognize you even without looking at your clothes …" Feng Bujue looked at the 'child' who was 1.7 meters tall and had the face of a man in his thirties and grumbled from the bottom of his heart.
"Ah … I'm just a little bit older." Brother Long replied with a smile. "I went to a sports school when I was young and was trained to be a top athlete. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to become a professional athlete …"
Feng Bujue was not in the mood to listen to this. Before the man finished, he slipped past Brother Long and started to run. As he ran, he yelled, "Cheating! This is so cruel! The system is so shameless! "
But seeing this guy running madly like a stray dog, like a thirsty deer, he didn't even want his bicycle anymore …
After two seconds, Seven Kills and Long Aomin recovered at the same time and yelled in unison, "Hey!"
They did not expect Feng Bujue to be so thick-skinned as to run away. When the two recovered, they immediately turned to give chase. As they ran, they shouted a line that would not work in ninety-nine percent of situations. "Stop right there!"
"Stand your [Beep —] ah!" Feng Bujue, who was about ten meters away (due to his physique, running two seconds earlier did not make much difference), turned back to yell. "You f * cking tell me this is Shisui? Look at you … you don't even need to show your identification to buy cigarettes, alcohol, or Casanova! "
"It's none of your business that I'm young!" Brother Long was familiar with Brother Jue, so he was used to this level of sarcasm. "Stop running if you dare!"
"Who cares about you? If you don't run, you'll die! "Feng Bujue added," I'm warning you … if you keep chasing me, I'll call the police! "
"Humph … Call the police?" Before Brother Long could reply, Seven Kills smirked. "Is it the police's job to deal with a fight between children?"
"Help me!" To everyone's surprise, Feng Bujue started to scream, "In broad daylight, in the middle of the night! There's actually a paedophile and his minions who want to capture me back [Beep —] ah! "
"What the f * ck?" Brother Long and Seven Kills were shocked. They had not encountered such a shameless person in a battle before.
However … Feng Bujue's yell did not attract too much attention from the passersby. First, there were not that many passersby to begin with. Second, no matter what, at least from the perspective of the NPCs, Brother Long was still a 'child', or at most, a teenager. Third, the three of them were wearing 'Halloween-themed' costumes, which made Brother Jue's words unconvincing.
Thus, the three of them started to chase each other down the walkway in the community … No one knew when this would end.
…
At the same time, hundreds of miles away from where the players were …
Ten thousand meters above the ground, a commercial cargo plane with the Browning logo was flying steadily.
In the cockpit, a pilot in a shirt was complaining to his co-pilot. "This is such a depressing job … isn't it? Man. "
"Huh?" The co-pilot was confused. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" The pilot replied in a mocking tone. "We're using a junk modified from a World War II bomber to carry a bunch of wooden boxes filled with dead people. Should I throw a party to celebrate?"
"Is that so?" The co-pilot shrugged. "Then why don't you think about it … Did our 'passengers' complain? Did they get airsick? Did they ask you for almonds? "
The pilot heard this and smiled. "Hmm … You're right. This job is not bad. We should be happy about it."
Like most cutscenes in low-budget horror films, these two guys had limited lines and were very uninformative. It made people wonder if the screenwriter spilled coffee on his pants when writing these dialogues. However, the main purpose of this cutscene was still achieved, which was to convey some information to the audience.
Rumble —
While the two pilots were talking, suddenly, a strange sound came from the cabin behind them.
After hearing the sound, the two turned their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and then looked at the cabin door behind them.
"I thought they were dead," the pilot said half-jokingly.
"Yes, they are dead," the co-pilot responded.
After a short silence, the pilot took off his headphones and stood up. "I have to … I have to check in the back."
"Hmm …" The passenger in the passenger seat made a noncommittal look and replied while chewing gum, "Okay, then I'll continue to stay here and make some strange sounds."
So far, the two of them were still in a relatively relaxed state and didn't take the sound seriously.
Of course, this was the usual style of horror film characters. They often showed a disdainful attitude towards small and strange phenomena, but at the same time, they wouldn't leave it alone and had to investigate it.
And this kind of contradictory behavior was the main reason why they took a luncheon …
Click —
As the cabin door was opened, the pilot quickly stepped inside.
The two sides of the cabin were filled with large boxes covered by nets, and in the middle was an unsecured rectangular box. For some reason, the lights in the cabin were red, which made the pilot have to hold a flashlight to check.
In short, he used the flashlight to simply sweep around and didn't find anything unusual. But just as he was about to go back, suddenly …
Squeak squeak —
A bat appeared with a shrill cry and flew towards him.
The pilot saw this and instinctively screamed and squatted to the side to avoid it. After dodging the attack, he cursed, "Come on, come out, you bastard, where are you?"
He cursed and turned around, trying to find the trace of the bat. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, what he saw … was a man wearing a black tuxedo and a black cloak.
This "person" was shockingly pale, his facial features were distinct, his fangs were exposed, and his hair was combed back.
This classic look of Dracula appeared in many literary and film works, and it was basically ingrained in people's hearts.
Generally speaking, we would think … that the count would pounce on the pilot in an instant and bite his neck, sucking his blood dry.
But this Dracula in the world of Monster Subduing Squad was a very non-mainstream existence.
Bang —
Even the pilot himself didn't expect that in the next second, he would be punched.
Yes, this Dracula didn't pounce on people to suck their blood, nor did he use some kind of cool ability … such as psychokinesis or hypnosis … to deal with the other party.
What he did … was just raise his hand and cleanly punch the other party …
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