Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of Geppo slicing through the air echoed, and a shadow leaped through the swamp.
Since he had spent too much time communicating with Fu Ling, Feng Bujue had to pick up his speed.
Using his memory, he returned to the edge of the taunting forest and successfully found the footprints left behind by Uncle Worthless and the rest. Then, he followed the footprints and came to the edge of the swamp.
At that moment, there were still twenty-two minutes until the time limit for the main mission.
"Hey, hey … What is this?" When Feng Bujue reached the edge of the swamp, he saw something weird on the stone path before him — four black human-shaped stains.
"No way …" Even though he could not see them clearly from afar, he had a bad feeling.
With a nervous heart, Brother Jue followed the muddy path onto the stone path. He walked quickly to the stains and lowered his head to take a closer look. At this distance, he could finally confirm that … these four stains were Uncle Worthless, Flying Horse, Hong Hu, and Atobe.
"What kind of COSPLAY is this?" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes. "Smearing their whole body with ink and then lying on the ground as a souvenir …" He immediately denied that speculation. "Hmm … That's not right. These four stains are like silhouettes. The edges are very smooth, and there is not a single extra black spot around them. They are not 2D characters from cartoons. Even if they were soaked in liquid, they would not be able to leave such a stain on the ground … "
With that in mind, Brother Jue squatted down and prepared to reach out to touch the stain to see what it was.
But at that moment … a gust of wind blew past, and a black shadow shot at him from the side.
Feng Bujue reacted quickly. With a tap of his foot, he leaped up the slope, which was the direction of the swamp, to create some distance from the unknown threat. In that split second, Death Poker had already appeared in his hands, and he was ready to use it.
"Haha … You're not bad yourself," a shrill voice said.
Brother Jue turned around and locked his eyes on the enemy. It was … a black, illusory, and large palm.
"Oh? 'Also 'not bad, is it? "Feng Bujue said in a rather calm tone. He looked like he was not surprised at all." In other words … you have already met a few people who are quite good at fighting. "
Brother Jue's choice of words was flawless. He did not mention who those "guys" were, nor did he mention how they were related to him. He was purely making a reasonable inference based on the content of that short sentence from the other party's mouth, and then using the other party's words in turn.
"They are on the ground …" The black hand used its index finger to point at the stains on the ground. Then, laughter came from the palm of its hand. "Hehe … You will be like them soon. Hehe … I can even let you choose a good posture. "
"Tsk … Are they all wiped out?" Feng Bujue glanced at the four figures on the ground and muttered, "But … From the game menu, they are all still alive. There should be a way to restore them …"
"What's wrong? Are you so scared that you don't dare to speak? "The black hand continued aggressively.
"You are the 'Hand of Rubbing', right?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, his expression turned cold. This meant that … he was getting serious.
"Ha! Traveler from another world, you know me? "The Hand of Rubbing laughed.
Of course, Feng Bujue did not know this guy. However, Brother Jue had heard a lot of information from Fu Ling, so he knew that there were four guards on Devil Chomp Island. They were the 'Hand', 'Eye', 'Heart', and 'Soul'. The 'Hand' was called the 'Hand of Rubbing'.
"Hmph … I know a thing or two …" Feng Bujue was good at bluffing. When he heard that he had guessed correctly, he laughed coldly and said, "I also know that … the strength of your guards is actually very average. But … you all have a special ability. " He pointed at the ground. "These four … they fell for your little trick, right? That's why they are on the ground, right?"
Brother Jue's words were also a test. He pretended to know the other party very well, and showed an arrogant and disdainful attitude in order to provoke the other party. In reality … he did not know what the abilities of the four guards were. It was not that Fu Ling did not want to tell Brother Jue, but that even she did not know.
"Little trick?" The Hand of Rubbing raised its sharp voice. "Hmph … you idiot, you actually dare to say that?" When it said this, it turned its back (palm) and raised its middle finger at Brother Jue. "I will let you experience … my little trick."
"Okay ~ I was thinking the same thing." Feng Bujue replied.
At this moment, Brother Jue's stamina and spiritual energy were almost depleted. After using the Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist, Tri-Beam, and a large amount of Geppo, his body was obviously tired. If they were to fight normally, his chances of winning might not even be 50%. Moreover … Uncle Worthless and the others were not weak in direct combat, and they had the advantage in numbers, so how could they be defeated so easily?
It was obvious that if they wanted to defeat this guard, normal methods would not work.
"You want to play dirty …" Brother Jue smirked, and looked at the other party with a malicious gaze. "I will accompany you to the end."
"Ha! I will make you unable to be arrogant! "The Hand of Rubbing shouted, and flipped its palm.
In the next second, the space around them froze, and a fog-like shadow surrounded them, forming a cylindrical area.
"Hehe … welcome to … the rock-paper-scissors area!" The Hand of Rubbing let out a sinister laugh.
"Ha?" Feng Bujue pulled a long face, and said weakly, "So it's this kind of ability?" He put on a look of disgust and contempt and squinted at the other party. "I thought you would use some more technical tricks, such as a steel pole dance or something …"
"What is that …" The Hand of Rubbing's aura immediately dissipated, and its tone was full of pain.
"A kind of dance." Feng Bujue shrugged.
"I have heard of pole dancing …" The Hand of Rubbing said.
"No no, that is for people with bodies." Feng Bujue said, "As for you … you need to find a pole, and a few buckets of lubricant …"
"What kind of dance is that?! What kind of technique is that?! You better stop before you go too far! "The Hand of Rubbing roared.
"As a right hand, your awareness is really childish to the point of being ridiculous …" Feng Bujue raised his right hand with a serious face, and his hand was like a flame. "Hmph … you are like a person who is knee-deep in water, but claims that you have seen the ocean. You are the real fool …" He slowly changed his hand gesture, and raised his middle finger at the Hand of Rubbing. "In front of the Hand of God, you don't even have the right to make dirty gestures!"
"In a sense, you are really a god …" The Hand of Rubbing could not help but ridicule. "With a hot-blooded, domineering, and arrogant attitude … you are able to carry out such wretched words and actions as if nothing happened …"
"Ah … I will leave the whining of a stray dog for after the failure." Feng Bujue swung his arm. "Let's fight! Isn't it just rock-paper-scissors! "
Seeing that the other party had stopped talking nonsense, the Hand of Rubbing coldly snorted, and brought the topic back to the main topic. "Hmph … don't be anxious … this is obviously not an ordinary rock-paper-scissors game. For the sake of fairness, before we start, I will explain the rules. "
"Oh … if the opponent does not know the rules, then the ability will not be able to fully take effect …" Feng Bujue directly replied.
"Shut up!" The Hand of Rubbing was instantly exposed, and was somewhat angry. "If you don't want to listen, then let's just waste time like this! There is absolutely no way to escape from this realm! "
"Alright, alright … go ahead." Feng Bujue spread out his hands, and pretended to shake his head.
"First, I will explain the rules regarding the winner and loser." The Hand of Rubbing continued. "Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and booker beats rock. If both parties use the same thing, then it will be considered a draw. " As he spoke, he changed his hand gestures, and made rock, scissors, and paper. "If one party wins three times, then it will be considered the winner. There is no time limit between each round. If you are willing, you can even have a week between rounds, ah … as long as you are not afraid of starving to death in the rock-paper-scissors game. "
"Yes, yes, there's more." Feng Bujue nodded in response.
"If I win …" The Hand of Rubbing said, "I will slap you into the ground." He paused for a moment, "Just like what I did to them …"
"Sorry to interrupt," Feng Bujue interrupted, "May I ask … did the four of them compete with you one by one?"
"Yes." The Hand of Rubbing replied, "But … from the beginning, I trapped all four of them in the rock-paper-scissors game, to prevent them from abandoning their companions and running away."
"In other words … when you were competing with the first person, the other three were watching from the side …" Feng Bujue said again.
"Yes." The other party replied.
"Then you defeated the first person, slapped him into the ground, and the second person came to compete with you, and so on …" Feng Bujue continued, "You consecutively defeated the four of them …"
"Hehe … that's right." The Hand of Rubbing replied proudly, "How is it? Are you scared? "
Brother Jue did not answer this question, but calmly said, "I understand, please continue with the rules."
"Hmph …" The Copied Hand suddenly felt bored. It clenched its fist and continued, "If you win … Although we all know that it's impossible … But if, that kind of thing really happens, then … I'll let you pass."
"Just to let me pass alone?" Feng Bujue said, he seemed to already know something, and confidently said, "Then what if I win against you again? In other words, I will get 'three wins' again. "
"Hehe …" The Hand of Rubbing laughed slyly, "Those four people … are really your companions, right?"
Feng Bujue remained silent.
The Hand of Rubbing did not need his confirmation, it pointed at the figures on the ground, and laughed, "From the second time onwards, for every three rounds you win against me, I will release one person from the ground, and give them the right to pass." Its voice deepened, "But you have to think clearly … excluding the number of rounds that are tied, for every five rounds, if you lose three rounds …"
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