Thankfully, Feng Bujue had consumed the Life Points Recovery Potion before he used the skill, or else he might have died from exhaustion due to overloading the skill.
However, his Stamina Points had reached zero. Instantly, he felt drained of energy, and his body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.
At the same time, the amplified Void Flash shattered Pegasus Comet Punch and swallowed up Seven Kills' body.
"Oh my god … I cannot believe this …" Gordon put down the binoculars and gasped as he looked at the black shockwave that tore through the sky.
Even Nightwing, who had seen many things in his life, was shocked. This time, even he had the urge to seek help from heroes outside of Gotham City.
"Inspector! Did you see that? Oh my god! " The police officers on the two helicopters saw it even more clearly. At this moment, they were all holding their walkie-talkies and incoherently describing the strange scene they had seen.
After the collision of the two ultimate skills, a deep gash appeared on the roof of Wayne Building, and the two people who had unleashed the skill had collapsed to the ground.
Seven Kills was lying on his back, gasping greedily for air. In the few seconds that he was hit by Void Flash, his body felt like it had been splashed by lava. He felt like all the cells in his body were about to evaporate.
After the Void Flash, the Batsuit that he was wearing was in tatters. About seventy percent of it had been destroyed, but the in-game outfit that he was wearing was almost unscathed with the protection of the system.
If the Batsuit that Seven Kills was wearing was bought from the Thriller Box, then a legendary item would not have been destroyed so easily. However, the Batsuit that he was wearing was something that he had obtained from the scenario and could not be brought out. In other words, this equipment was in the 'DC universe environment' that it was originally in. Therefore, it was not protected by the system but continued to follow the laws of physics of this universe.
For example, the cold-blooded armor being destroyed by an RPG was based on the same principle. If there was a version of the cold-blooded armor that could be brought out of the scenario, then as long as the armor was put on by the player, even if it was hit by a missile, it might not shatter. Of course, the damage that exceeded the defense of the armor would still be absorbed by the player. However, the version that could not be brought out of the scenario had to be based on the setting of the current world. There was always a limit to how much the material could withstand. Once the destructive power exceeded this limit, it would be destroyed.
"Hahaha … Hahahaha …" After Seven Kills caught his breath, he laughed loudly toward the sky. "You still have such a trump card … Hahahaha …" As he laughed, he stood up. "How dare you …" His laughter revealed a joy that came from the bottom of his heart, but there was also a hint of helplessness. "I really can't see through you."
Chirp — —
A beam of white light suddenly shot over.
Feng Bujue lay on his side on the ground and used the last of his strength to launch this attack with the Freeze Ray Gun.
His current posture was rather strange. His head was tilted to the right, drooping on the ground. His two arms were stretched out at a ninety-degree angle to his body. His right arm was close to the ground, and his left arm was pressed on top of his right arm. Only in this posture could he shoot while lying down.
"Tsk … So troublesome …" When Seven Kills was hit by the Frost Ray, he had yet to stand up. The Frost Ray hit his leg and spread rapidly from there, causing Seven Kills to be frozen in a half-kneeling position.
On Feng Bujue's side, he was also in a lot of pain. This was even more painful than the last time his Stamina Points dropped to zero. If one had to describe it, it was like a person who was having a nightmare. His whole body was powerless, and all he could do was panic.
The reason Brother Jue was shooting while lying down was not because he thought it looked cool, but because he could not even sit up. He focused and gritted his teeth. The strength that he gathered was only enough to press the trigger of the Freeze Ray Gun.
The only thing he could do now was to maintain the output of the Frost Ray Gun and pray that the Frost Ray Gun would spread and freeze Seven Kills completely. That way, the man would suffocate to death.
But who would have thought … a situation that no one wanted to see happened at that moment.
After shooting out the Frost Ray Gun for about ten seconds, the Frost Ray Gun ran out of electricity …
Two seconds after the Frost Ray Gun stopped, Feng Bujue released his grip and allowed the Frost Ray Gun to fall to the ground.
In the night sky, the night breeze blew …
Seven Kills was in a half-kneeling position. From his feet to his chest, everything was sealed in ice. The only parts that he could move were his head and his right forearm.
Feng Bujue was lying on the ground, motionless like a dead pig. He used his eyes to repeat the same word — "f * ck."
"Fine, when the ice melts, I'll deal with you," Seven Kills said, pretending to be calm.
"When my Stamina Points recover, you'll be the one dead." Feng Bujue refused to back down. His voice sounded like he had just swallowed a mouthful of mustard. It was hard to listen to him.
"When the people on the helicopter see us like this, they will definitely report it. Soon, the police and superheroes will come to clear this place. When that happens, to arrest me, they will definitely break the ice, "Seven Kills said. "When I break out of the ice, all I need to do is rush to your side and give you a stab, and you're done for."
"Your analytical skills are too weak." When Feng Bujue said that, it still took a lot of effort, but his voice had recovered. "When the people come to clean up the place, as long as I lie here and act like I have just been raped, they will come back. Then … before you come out of the ice, I'll be carried to the street and sent away in an ambulance. "
"Fine … You're pushing me too far." Seven Kills tried his best to move his right hand. With great difficulty, he bent his elbow so that his forearm was slightly bent toward his torso. There was a flash of white light, and he successfully took out a pistol from his backpack.
"Ha! You make it sound like you can hit me. "Before the man fired, Feng Bujue laughed.
Actually, the distance between the two was less than twenty meters, but Seven Kills' marksmanship was only Grade E (the special effect of the Batman suit had disappeared). Combined with the limited posture of his forearm, it was indeed hard for him to hit the target.
"I advise you not to push yourself too hard. If you shoot like that, the recoil might break your arm." Feng Bujue mocked fearlessly. "Based on my speculation, your fighting mastery is the only thing that you're good at, and your other masteries are not that good. But for marksmanship, it's quite easy to level up from NA to Grade E. You just need to have a gun and play with it from time to time. You're already level 31, so I'm guessing that you're Grade E … "When he said that, he tried to use his hands to push against the ground and finally managed to sit up." Based on my understanding of DC comics, the bat darts have a tracking function, but it needs to be coordinated with the positioning system inside the Bathelmet. Your earlier probing attack was so accurate because of that, right? But now, I see that your helmet is damaged … Even if the darts hit, they won't be able to kill me with just the strength of your wrist. "
Brother Jue took a few more deep breaths and glanced at the game menu. The recovery of his Stamina Points was much slower than he had expected. It looked like once his Stamina Points reached zero, the damage done would not be as simple as the numbers suggested. This was similar to a football player in real life. When he was running out of stamina on the field, he would have to walk and run to recover. If he continued to run without caring about anything else, it might lead to exhaustion. Cramps would be considered light, but he might even go into shock.
Thriller Paradise recreated this reality to a certain extent. In this game, recovering Stamina Points after exhaustion and slowly recovering Stamina Points when you still had a little Stamina Points left were two completely different things. After using Unparalleled Inferno Shockwave Cannon, if not for K2 Red Steel helping Feng Bujue recover, he would have been lying on the ground for a long time before he could move again.
"So, you chose to use a gun." Feng Bujue continued from where he left off. "But like I said, with your current condition, this kind of attempt is futile."
Seven Kills also sighed. "Phew … Looks like it's time for me to practice my marksmanship in the game."
"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instinct always made him do some suicidal reflex. One second after the man said that, Brother Jue added, "You're a police officer? A soldier? A member of the shooting or hunting club? "
Seven Kills was still in shock when Feng Bujue added, "Looking at your expression, it looks like you don't want others to know about this. Could you be a killer? A spy? An old man who was poisoned by the game console? "
"Er …" Seven Kills was caught in a difficult situation.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter what you are. I'm not interested in that anyway," Feng Bujue said as he raised his hand with difficulty and took out the Endless Grenade Box from his inventory.
Seeing the man take out the grenade, Seven Kills had a bad feeling. He tried to ask, "I say, Brother Feng, in your current condition, can you really throw the grenade?"
Feng Bujue took out the anti-gravity gun. "I don't even need to consider that kind of problem. I only need to know the time between pulling the pin and the explosion, the speed of the grenade in a straight line, and the distance between you and I. That will be enough." He gave a long sigh. "Even a primary school student can do the rest."
"What do you mean by that?" Seven Kills' eyes were glued to the anti-gravity gun in the man's hand. Even though he had not seen the actual use of this thing, from what Feng Bujue said, he could roughly guess what it was.
"Haha … I mean, you're not in a good situation." Feng Bujue laughed. "After being hit by my Void Flash, you haven't drunk any Life Points Recovery Potion, have you?" As he spoke, he was ready to fire. "If you think you can survive the explosion of two Mark II grenades at close range when you have full Life Points, then you can drink it now, or else … I advise you to save some Game Coins."
When Feng Bujue said the first half of the sentence, with the reminder from him, Seven Kills really did reach out to grab the potion, but after hearing the second half, he thought about it for a few seconds and put the potion back.
"Humph … Haha …" Seven Kills laughed with relief. He shook his head. "Feng Bujue … This time, I will remember this ID."
"Goodbye, Duelist," Feng Bujue said as he pulled the pin of the grenade.
…
In the real world, City S, L Park.
The park was already empty at night, but a certain swing deep inside the park was still swinging.
"Is it over already?" Vincent's hands hooked on the iron chains on both sides of the swing, and the swing swayed back and forth slightly.
"Hehehe … You're using such a bored tone to talk to me. There's an eighty percent chance that you're up to something …" Woody's figure suddenly appeared two meters before Vincent. He did not answer the question but looked around. Then he used his finger to point at the other swing on Vincent's right. "That is the 'Swing of Death', right?" He paused. "You're sitting on that normal swing and acting so relaxed. That's a psychological trick. Actually, you're trying to lure me to sit next to you so that we can have a chat, and then I'll be turned into sh * t by the Swing of Death."
"Haha …" Vincent could not help but laugh. "Sigh … Looks like a scam of this level can only trick Sid."
"I'm also curious … Is this thing really as powerful as the legends say?" Woody looked at the swing.
"Why do you think I'm here?" Vincent replied.
"Oh … Hehehe …" Woody smiled knowingly. He had an answer the moment he heard the question. "The last guy who was sent to retrieve the swing died because his hands were too greedy, right?"
"That's why I wanted to lure you over to test the power of this swing," Vincent said.
"Hehehe … This is as baffling as your plan to kill me with the 'One Shot Tomato' last time." Woody laughed. "Let's talk about the bet. Feng Bujue has already won, hehehehe …" He could not help but cackle at the end.
"So he really did win …" Vincent replied calmly. From his expression, it seemed like he had already expected this result.
"You must be very proud of yourself now," Woody said.
"Pride is a happy emotion that comes from the heart. Do you think it's something you and I can ask for?" Vincent replied.
Woody saw how the man was beating around the bush, so he decided to get to the point. "Before I came here, I spent about ten seconds analyzing your plan." "I believe this plan is mainly made up of two parts … One, through these forty-eight hours of compromise, it will allow Li Ruo Yu to maintain her power level at a slightly above average level and not enter the strongest organization too early. Her gaming time is limited, so the loss of two days is not that big, right? "
Vincent had a smile on his face, basically agreeing to this.
"Two, you naturally have a purpose for asking the person we bet on to fight with you," Vincent said. Wu Di said, "It's a good thing for six powerhouses to gather in a chaotic battle. Even the loser will not come out empty-handed. Just the experience of fighting with the best players will be valuable. " His expression shifted slightly. "And the key point is … in a scenario like this, the final winner will be given a new lease of life. Hehehe … "He laughed for a while before adding," Looks like you want to make use of this chance to create someone who can rival Phantom Dawn. "
"What's so bad about that?" Vincent asked back.
"Tsk, tsk. You have ulterior motives. Hehe …" There was a chill in Woody's wretched laughter. "Before the game enters the middle stage, you're breaking the original structure of the upper echelons of combat power. This is setting the stage for 'chaos'."
"Do you wish to see Phantom Dawn dominate the game?" Vincent asked with a smile.
"Hehehe … That's not it, but if I had the choice now, I would do the same as you. I would have my bet stay behind the leading organization, in a safer position, and not expose myself too early," Woody replied.
"Instead of blaming me, you should blame Feng Bujue," Vincent said. Vincent said, "Even you don't know how far this chess piece in your hand can go … Then is he still a chess piece?"
"Humph …" Woody pushed his glasses up. "From the beginning, I never treated him as a chess piece. People like Feng Bujue are destined to be a chess player, not a chess piece.
They can only be gamed, not controlled. "
…
Several minutes earlier, in the game world, Gotham City.
Feng Bujue fired two grenades and sent Seven Kills out of the scenario.
In the enemy's team tab, the status next to Seven Kills' name changed to 'Dead', and the system announcement said, "Current quest completed. All main quests completed."
In the quest tab, the 'Become the only surviving player in the scenario' was ticked.
"You have completed the scenario. Automatically teleported in 180 seconds."
"Phew …" Feng Bujue stood up shakily. He looked at the night sky and gave a long sigh.
When his Stamina Points slowly returned to more than thirty, he felt much better. At least he could sit up, stand up, and walk. It looked like this number was a threshold. When the player's Stamina Points were exhausted, the period when their Stamina Points returned from zero to thirty was a kind of hidden DeBuff status.
"Looks like your problem has been solved. Now, it's time to settle the score between us." Nightwing's voice came from behind him.
Feng Bujue turned back to look. Seven heroes from the Network stood in a row, looking very impressive.
"Tim is not dead," Feng Bujue said. "The video is fake. He is still alive, and he is in the hands of Two-Face. Mr. Dante and I wanted to frame Penguin Man and provoke you. That way, he could become the Underground Lord, and I … could rob the Bat Cave when you lost your rationality and came out in full force. Of course, my original plan was completely disrupted later on. "
It was just a few sentences, but there was a lot of information. When the heroes heard that, their expressions changed many times. Shock, joy, and suspicion — each took up about thirty percent of the time. In the end, it was the leader, Nightwing, who stepped forward to say, "Even if what you said is true, it is also true that you have killed the police and assisted Two-Face. You …" Before he finished, he was stunned by Feng Bujue's next action.
Brother Jue did not do anything else but take out a tattered cape.
"There are certain things that Bruce will never be able to teach you." Feng Bujue did not put on the cape. He held the corner of the cloth with one hand and let it flutter in the air.
"Do not talk to me about the so-called 'crime'." Brother Jue's tone changed. "In this city, there are many people that you see as crazy. They spread the word of anarchy and madness.
But as long as they still knew what anarchism was and what lunacy was deep down, they were still not completely crazy.
Such a group of people can still understand what 'crime' is. "
As he said that, he retreated toward the edge of the building. "And I … am different from them." He put on a weird smile. "My existence is the symbol of anarchy and madness."
"What are you doing!" Nightwing seemed to realize something and quickly approached Feng Bujue.
"Sinners can be killed, but evil cannot be extinguished. Evil itself cannot be judged, and those who are tempted into depravity will never disappear. " By then, Feng Bujue had reached the edge of the roof. If he took another step back, he would fall, but he still had a fearless smile on his face. He held the cape that was fluttering in the air with one hand. "I had my opponent take off this cape because I do not wish to fight someone who is wearing it."
"Listen, jump down from here …" Nightwing could tell what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade him.
"Those who defend justice will bear the belief and responsibility that this cape represents." Feng Bujue took the last step. "And those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."
Nightwing rushed forward, wanting to pull Feng Bujue back, but he only managed to grab the cape that was flung away by his opponent.
The maniacal laughter swam freely in the wind. As Feng Bujue fell, it gradually drifted away into the night sky.
But in the end, no body fell to the ground …
That moment of madness seemed to last forever.
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