The five shadows ran up the stone path. In less than a minute, they had covered a distance of three hundred meters and reached the top of the small hill.
Standing here and looking ahead, one could see a gray wasteland.
Above the wasteland stood a group of spires. The spires were densely packed together and arranged neatly, like a bundle of bamboo shoots tied together.
"That pile is the roof of the Temple of Faith." Feng Bujue explained. "Ninety percent of this building is buried underground, so we have to find an entrance to get in as soon as possible." As he said that, he pointed ahead. "If we really can't find it, we'll use brute force to break open the gap."
"Okay, there's no time to lose. Let's do it," Hong Hu said.
"When we get there, we'll split up," Uncle Worthless agreed.
The five exchanged a few more words before they continued to move forward. This time, they ran down the hill, and they moved even faster. They covered several hundred meters in the blink of an eye. However, when they reached the pile of spires, they realized … the entrance was very easy to find. On each of the spires, there was a movable door (skylight), and once they got close enough, they could see its outline.
"Do we pick one?" Atobe looked at his teammates with an inquiring gaze.
"At this point, there is no time to choose one by one …" Feng Bujue said as he walked to the tip of the spire that was closest to him. He pulled open the door on top of it. "I will go down first. If there is any trap, I can use my power to avoid it."
Of course, Brother Jue would not go down just like that.
When he said that, he picked up a random rock and tossed it into the entrance.
Pata!
The sound of the rock hitting the ground echoed back. It sounded like the space inside was not that deep.
"Oh? It doesn't look like it's designed to go all the way down … "Feng Bujue said as he took out the compound anti-gravity gun.
He turned on the light expertly and shone it into the door. At this time, his four teammates also gathered around him and peered inside …
Using the light from the gun, the five saw the walls and floor inside the building.
"What is this? Attic? "Unconstrained Sky asked.
"Who knows …" Hong Hu said. "Anyway, it's a good thing for us. At least we don't have to worry about falling to our deaths."
While they were talking, Feng Bujue took half a step forward. He propped himself up with one hand and leaped into the mouth.
Two seconds later, Brother Jue landed on the ground and stood firmly inside the temple. At the same time, the system announcement appeared in his ears. "Current quest completed."
At this moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was not to check the Quest Panel, but to use the light to scan the surroundings for traps and monsters.
After confirming that there was no danger around, he immediately raised his head and shouted, "Get down!"
As soon as he shouted, the four people above heard him and moved. They jumped into the entrance one after another and landed one after another.
In the end, the five of them safely touched the ground and heard the system notifications.
At this moment, there were only 40 seconds left until the end of the quest …
"Phew … If not for the shortcut, we would have been wiped out during the first main quest, right?" Atobe looked at the quest that had been ticked off in the game menu and sighed.
"That might not be the case," Uncle Worthless said. "If we had taken the longer route … perhaps we wouldn't have run into that Hand of Holding."
"Oh! By the way … "Atobe's expression shifted as he turned to Feng Bujue." Master Feng, can you explain now … the battle between you and the Hand of Holding? "
"Ah … Actually … it was quite simple." When Feng Bujue was replying, he used the searchlight on the catapult to scan the area. He was not wasting time at all.
"Stop keeping us in suspense," Hong Hu said. "The desire to show off on your face has already betrayed you."
"Haha … Fine, fine …" Feng Bujue replied with a smile. "But I'd better start from the beginning …"
In the next few minutes, Brother Jue told the story of how he ventured into the swamp alone, how he fought against Fu Ling, how he saved the 'beauty', and how he got information out of anger. Needless to say, there was a lot of embellishment …
In any case, after that description, it was finally the part where he played the rock-paper-scissors game with the Hand of Holding.
"After chatting with that dumb [Beep —] for a few sentences, I saw through it." Feng Bujue used a smug tone and strong language to start his explanation. "First, the rock-paper-scissors game itself is very suspicious … This is not Chinese Go, where the game is won through skill, and it is not military chess, where luck and skill are equally important … This is a f * cking rock-paper-scissors game! The name itself has the word 'guess' in it! Luck is seventy percent of the game, right? " He turned around and paced a few steps. "The other party proposed to play rock-paper-scissors in a one-versus-four situation … This behavior itself is like saying 'I have a special rock-paper-scissors skill'."
"Sigh … I've thought of that as well." Hong Hu sighed. "Unfortunately … at the time, I thought it would rely on the rules or tactics, but who would have thought … it would rely on some kind of hidden power."
"Initially, that was my thought as well, but for the sake of insurance, I asked the Hand of Holding a question," Feng Bujue said. "I asked it … 'Did the four of them challenge you one by one?' He smiled. "And it proudly admitted … From that moment on, I was sure that the Hand of Rubbing must have used some kind of 'ability' to cheat."
"Huh?" When Atobe heard this, his mind was having a hard time catching up. "Hey, hey … isn't the gap between the question and the conclusion a bit too big?"
"Hmm … I can understand what he means," Uncle Wudi said. "Brother Feng's analysis should be like this … Since the four of us challenged each other one by one, there should be an order of appearance. If I'm not mistaken, Hong Hu, who is good at analysis, should be arranged to be the last to fight. And with Hong Hu's intelligence, after watching three matches, there is no reason he couldn't see through the Hand of Holding's trick, unless … "
Hong Hu finished the sentence. "Unless the opponent didn't rely on the rules or tactics to win."
Atobe understood then. "So … the conclusion is that the Hand of Holding has some kind of power that can guarantee victory in rock-paper-scissors?"
"Hahaha …" Feng Bujue clapped his hands. "Very good, as they say, three heads are better than one Zhuge Liang."
"You sure are shameless," Hong Hu replied.
"Yes, yes, I can't compare to the Prime Minister's moral character." Feng Bujue nodded seriously.
"In other words … you can compete in terms of intelligence?" Atobe's lips twitched.
Brother Jue ignored the sarcasm and brought the topic back on track. "In other words, since we've confirmed that the Hand of Holding is using its' power 'to play rock-paper-scissors, things are much easier. Because I also have a power that allows me to predict the opponent's movement. "
What Feng Bujue was talking about was, of course, his Zero Time Difference Calculation.
"Actually, what I'm really concerned about is not the rock-paper-scissors itself … but the setting of the rock-paper-scissors domain," Feng Bujue said. "You've all noticed it, right? In that domain, our fighting power is greatly suppressed, and we're practically no different from normal people. "
"Yes," Flying Cloud added. Flying Pegasus continued, "Otherwise, I would have used Meteor Punch to get rid of that big hand. What's the point of Guessing Fist?"
"Yes, that domain is the scariest part." Feng Bujue said. "This Devil's Island is filled with experts. As guards, naturally, they have the power to suppress the prisoners. Obviously … the Hand of Holding's own power is far from enough. If I'm not mistaken, the four guards, including the Hand of Holding, don't use their own power but some kind of special power that has been 'given'. " He paused, and his eyes shifted. "After the previous test … I've confirmed this hypothesis."
"Test? What test? "Atobe asked.
Feng Bujue replied matter-of-factly, "It's the last match between me and the Hand of Holding."
When he said that, Hong Hu, who stood next to him, sucked in a cold breath.
Only those who followed Brother Jue's thought process would understand how scary this man was.
Ten minutes ago, when everyone thought that Feng Bujue's' ruthlessness' was due to his stupidity, he knew very well that … it was nothing more than a crazy show. Behind this show, it was still a rational decision and rational action.
"From the result, the absolute rule of the Rock, Paper, Scissors domain is something that the Hand of Holding is unable to resist." Feng Bujue continued, "This proves that the domain is not its own power."
"Oh … No wonder the Hand of Holding's final action was so weird," Atobe added. "So, it knew that it was going to lose, but it was powerless to stop the game, and that was why it acted that way."
"Yes, you're right …" Feng Bujue added. "Based on my observation, there are four absolute rules in the Rock, Paper, Scissors domain." He raised his right hand and extended four fingers. "One, before the winner is decided, no one is allowed to leave the domain. Two, only when the winner of the previous round agrees to stop the match will the domain be removed. Three, the challenged … in other words, us … will decide when the next round will start. Four, the punishment and reward for the winner and loser can be discussed beforehand, and the default punishment … is to be rolled to the ground and turned into a silhouette."
At this point, Brother Jue put down his hand. "The above four rules are relatively fair and are absolute rules that even the Hand of Holding can't defy. Of course, as the initiator of the Rock, Paper, Scissors domain does have some special rules that are beneficial to it. For example … after entering the domain, the challenged's combat ability will be limited, and they will be forced to participate in the game. "
"I still don't get it," Imaginative Horse suddenly interjected. "After all this, how did you win?" He widened his eyes. "He can predict what you will do, and you can predict what he will do. Doesn't that make the conditions the same?"
"That's right …" Atobe agreed. "That's the real problem, isn't it?"
"Huh?" Feng Bujue replied weakly. "What … That's the simplest part." He titled his head to the side. "After my test, the Hand of Holding's power is … to read the thoughts in your mind at the moment before you throw the punch." He scoffed. "Humph … Theoretically speaking, there are at least three ways to win, and in the previous game, I used two of them."
"You've got to be kidding me …" Uncle Worthless removed his sunglasses and said with shock.
"Let's talk about the method with the lowest success rate first." Feng Bujue continued slowly. "That is … to stop thinking about anything at the moment of the Rock, Paper, Scissors game. Keep your mind blank, and throw out a hand gesture instinctively."
"Tsk, and I thought you were going to say something else. Does that count? "Atobe replied.
"Actually, that is very difficult." Feng Bujue said. "If you don't believe me, you can try … A normal person will throw out a hand gesture that looks like a chicken's claw, and then it will be counted as paper."
"Hmm … Using this method, it is indeed possible to seal the power of the Hand of Holding." Hong Hu added. "But if you throw out a hand gesture instinctively, it is almost impossible to throw out a 'scissors'. That is an obvious weakness."
"That's right. At most, after two rounds, the opponent will see through this loophole, and they will continue to use 'paper' to deal with it," Feng Bujue said. "Furthermore, even the first two rounds … are purely based on luck. So … I didn't use this method. "
Brother Jue paused for a few seconds. He licked his lips and continued. "Then … let's talk about the second method. There is not much to say about this. In other words, I will use my power to fight against the opponent's power. " He scratched his head. "Regarding my power, I will not explain it in detail. You only need to know that my method is many times better than the Hand of Holding …"
He was telling the truth. The Hand of Holding's power could only allow him to see the thoughts that flashed through the opponent's mind before the game started. Zero Time Difference Calculation, on the other hand, could calculate everything …
"Sigh … I have to say, its power is too slow, and its reaction is too slow. Its movement is so slow that it is as if it is still …" Feng Bujue sighed. "So … in the first few rounds, I relied on my own power to win against the Hand of Copied Hands, and in the process, I managed to analyze the enemy's power."
"Alright, stop being so smug," Hong Hu said. "What about the third method? It has nothing to do with your power, right? "
"Of course, this is not a solo scenario. Why would the system design a guard that only I can deal with?" Feng Bujue added with a smile. "There is indeed another method that has nothing to do with any power. Anyone can use it to win against the Hand of Holding, and that is …"
The four who were listening all revealed curious expressions.
"Cognitive distortion." Feng Bujue uttered a strange term.
"What the hell is this?" His face was full of "I don't understand, but it's awesome".
"Just like this …" Feng Bujue said as he raised his fist. "Rock!" When he said that, he waved his hand, but his hand was in the shape of scissors.
"Er …" Atobe looked at it for two seconds. "Is that really going to work? Isn't that just lying to yourself? "
"If you lie to yourself, you will fail … because your mind will still be filled with scissors." Feng Bujue said. "But cognitive distortion is different. My mind is filled with rock, but my hands are scissors. This method requires one to overturn the concept that is deeply ingrained in one's mind in a short amount of time. Instead of calling it 'lying', it is more like 'believing'. It is indeed a bit complicated to explain … but if you are familiar with it, you can do this … "He raised his hand again." Rock, scissors, paper, rock, scissors, paper … "He chanted at high speed, and his hands moved, but the gestures he made were different from the ones he chanted out. When he chanted rock, his hands were scissors; when he chanted scissors, they were paper; when he chanted paper, they were rock …
"How can this be used by anyone?" Atobe complained. "But you are the only one who can do this, right?"
"No, you can do it as well, but you need time." Feng Bujue shrugged. "Actually, the system has given us this time … Don't forget, the interval between each round is decided by the player." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Taking a step back, even if you're not familiar with it, it doesn't matter, because the basic behavior of the Copied Hand will not change. As long as you think before you punch, it will definitely make a corresponding hand gesture to suppress you. So … as long as you control the timing and try not to make any mistakes, you will win. "
At this point, Feng Bujue had pretty much finished his explanation.
The system notification seemed to be waiting for them to finish chatting, and only then did it ring: [Main Quest has been updated.]
In the quest tab, the new main quest had appeared. "Reach the altar at the bottom of the Temple of Faith within three hours. Players who do not arrive within the time limit will be killed."
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