After saying that, the Bloody Corpse God walked toward the disfigured hero.
Bloody Corpse God had a stubborn side. Since he had decided to start with the ruined hero, he must do so. As for the reason, it was probably because of his habit of "saving the most delicious or favorite food for last."
"Run!" Hardboiled Hero shouted with all his might. Even though his body could not move, he still wanted to try his best to help the other heroes. "Ruined hero! Pull yourself together! "
However, under the suppression of the fear projection, the ruined hero could not move at all. He could only lie on the ground and tremble. He kept muttering resentfully, "I'm sorry … Hardboiled Hero … I …"
"It's useless … He can't even stand up, let alone run." Bloody Corpse God walked slowly behind the ruined hero. "Even a warrior who is a hundred times stronger than you can't resist this fear." He lifted the ruined hero with one hand. "In fact, so far, I've only used 50% of my ability on you. If I increase this to 70% …" He turned his head and glanced at Hardboiled Hero. "Presumably, your so-called 'Hardboiled Hero' will become like them."
Bloody Corpse God sneered and looked at the ruined hero again. "Hmph … However, if I do that, the three of you … may faint from extreme panic or lose your mind … That's what I don't want to see. Food that completely loses its rationality or consciousness will lose its delicious taste."
"Damn it … damn it …" The ruined hero groaned in pain. His body was fine, but the mental suppression made him unable to do anything but cry.
"Ah —" Finally, Bloody Corpse God opened his mouth and bit down on the ruined hero's neck.
At this critical juncture …
"Listen up …" In the sky, a man's voice could be heard through the spaceship's loudspeaker. "I'll give you ten seconds to put down the person in your hands. Then, put your hands on your head and kneel down to surrender."
"Hmm?" Bloody Corpse God heard the voice and stopped biting. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
There was a small spaceship hovering in the sky above this place. The voice just now was undoubtedly the voice of the person on the spaceship.
"It seems that food has come to our door again." Bloody Corpse God looked at the sky and muttered.
As the saying goes, better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Feng Bujue's spaceship had also just arrived. Seeing that someone was about to die, he used the spaceship's broadcast system to make a provocative demonstration.
His arrogant attitude piqued the curiosity of the Blood Corpse God, causing the latter to once again postpone his cannibalism.
A few seconds later, Feng Bujue opened the cabin door in mid-air and jumped out.
His figure fell straight down and landed firmly on the scorched earth. He looked at the Blood Corpse God, who was a few meters away.
The Bloody Corpse God saw that the newcomer had an extraordinary aura, so he immediately threw the disfigured man aside and turned to look at his Brother Jue.
"Poker Man!" The Tough Man lying on the ground saw this kid and immediately became anxious, "You are not his opponent! Run! Go ask for help from the Yu-Chao Alliance! "
The Tough Man did not ask Feng Bujue to save the three from the Slo Alliance because he felt that Poker Man, who was also a city-level hero, would most likely be killed in an instant. Asking him to save people was equivalent to asking him to die with them.
"Don't worry, we have seen the situation here through the communicator. Dr. Biubiu is already contacting the Alliance." Feng Bujue replied in a calm tone, "If they are fast … Galactic level heroes will be here in one or two universe weeks."
"One or two universe weeks?" The Blood Corpse God repeated this key word, then sneered and looked at Brother Jue. "Hmph … Mr. Poker Man, since you have seen the situation here, then you should understand …" He pointed to the Tough Man on the ground, "If you are not as strong as him, there is no need for you to get close to me." He paused for a moment, "Or … Are you confident that you can deal with me for a full two universe weeks on the premise that you can protect your companions?"
"Are you kidding?" Feng Bujue said. "Two universe weeks?" He stared at him with his dead fish eyes, "One universe day (about nine minutes) is the limit, okay?"
"Haha …" The Blood Corpse God laughed, "You are very self-aware."
"Of course …" Feng Bujue continued, "The first time I saw you, I knew … You are not my opponent."
As soon as he said this …
"What?" The Tough Man suspected that he had heard wrong.
"What?" Quake also suspected that he had heard wrong.
"What?" The police officer was so shocked that he regained his senses.
"What?" The backflipping man was so scared that he sprained his waist.
"What?" The disfigured man sat up in shock.
"Ha! Hahahaha … "After a moment, General Quake was the first to laugh," Kid, do you know what you are saying? "
"Haven't I made my intentions clear enough?" Feng Bujue didn't even look at Quake, "I am announcing … I will kill your boss, the Blood Corpse God, within one universe day … Is it that hard to understand?"
"Hmph … Arrogant person who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Quake snorted coldly, then turned to the Blood Corpse God and said, "Master, I have a debt to settle with this kid, please leave him to me."
The "debt" he was talking about was naturally referring to the matter of Feng Bujue using the advertisement to destroy his base. This was a close enmity, and his hatred was still fresh.
"Hmm … Okay." The Blood Corpse God said, "Just treat it as an entertainment during my meal." As he spoke, his gaze once again moved to the disfigured man. It seemed that … he didn't want to change the order of his meal no matter what.
"Hehe …" Quake clenched his fists in front of his chest and looked eagerly at Brother Jue, "Prepare to die, poker boy!"
Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue replied in a tone that said he didn't want to pay any attention to him, "Who do you think you are? Go play with your eggs. " He faced the Blood Corpse God and said, "Blood Corpse God, I will give you one more chance, still ten seconds … As long as you put your hands on your head, kneel down, and surrender, I can consider sparing your life."
"Haa —" Before the Blood Corpse God could reply, Quake had already rushed forward, "Ultra Vacuum Blade!"
Quake was one of the top supervillains on Silou, and his combat power was extraordinary. Under Brother Jue's repeated humiliation, he could no longer bear it. This Ultra Vacuum Blade was Quake's ultimate skill of condensing his "Ultra Wall" into a blade-shaped attack. Its power could split gold and stone, and cut iron like mud … It was undoubtedly a killing move.
Clang!
In the next second, a strange sound rang out, and everyone was stunned.
"This … How is this possible …" Quake's eyes widened as he looked at the thin and weak figure in front of him in horror (compared to Quake, Brother Jue's figure was several times smaller). The other party only used one hand … No, it should be said that the other party only used two fingers to clamp down on his "Ultra Vacuum Blade", making it difficult for it to advance any further.
In front of the [Telepathic Finger], Quake's slash was really nothing.
Of course, from a fundamental point of view, putting aside the fact that their moves countered each other, this kind of dramatic result was mainly caused by the difference in strength.
The gravity of Silou was 1.9 times that of a buggy, which was slightly lower than Earth's 2.3 times. Under the same gravity, the basic physical fitness of the people of Silou was slightly lower than that of ordinary humans. Although Quake's body had undergone gigantism, his strength had been enhanced, and he had a certain level of superpower, if one were to make a horizontal comparison … In terms of pure physical skills, he was only about four times stronger than an ordinary earthling.
Compared to the current Feng Bujue, Quake belonged to the type that … Feng Bujue did not need to activate any skills. He was the type that could be beaten to death with just his fists alone. So … Brother Jue had a reason for telling him to go play on the side.
"The name of the move is pretty cool," Feng Bujue turned his head two seconds later and looked at Quake with narrowed eyes. "But it's not very powerful." Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out the [WJQ-308 Military Shovel] from his bag and swung it at Quake.
Whether it was speed or strength, Brother Jue had the upper hand. In the face of the attack, Quake could not react in time and was directly hit by the front of the shovel. Half of his cheek was badly mutilated, and his huge figure flew sideways. After flying sideways for more than ten meters, he fell down with a loud bang. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"Oh?" Seeing this, the Bloodcorpse God turned to face Brother Jue again. "Not bad …"
"This... this kid... is he really a city-level hero..." Tough Man thought to himself. "Even in terms of combat power, he is at least a planet-level fighter..." He calmed down a little and thought again. "But... the situation is still not optimistic. If the Bloodcorpse God uses that kind of terrifying power again, I'm afraid even Poker Man will be no match for it."
Thinking of this, Tough Man hurriedly shouted, "Poker Man! Take the police and the others away! If it's you … You should be able to do it! "
This time, Tough Man's request changed. At this moment, he thought that Brother Jue could save the other heroes.
However, Feng Bujue's response was, "Senior Tough Man …" He looked at Tough Man on the ground. "Based on the combat power I've shown so far, how strong do you think I am?"
"Bastard! Now is not the time to talk about this! "Tough Man thought that Brother Jue was dissatisfied with the rating of the Yushun Alliance and was complaining to him in this battle.
But that was obviously not what Feng Bujue meant. "If you think that my power is about the same as yours or that I am only slightly stronger than you, then you shouldn't have asked me to go and save them … because you yourself are a good example."
Tough Man was startled when he heard this. Brother Jue's words were not pleasant to hear, but they were the truth.
"And if you think that my strength is much higher than yours …" Feng Bujue quickly continued, "… Then you shouldn't let me save people either. Because compared to leaving your back to the enemy, facing the enemy head-on is a more efficient and safer strategy. "
What he said was very reasonable, and Tough Man was speechless.
"So … Just lie down quietly." Feng Bujue said, "Wait for me to take care of this guy."
"Oh …" At this time, the Bloodcorpse God laughed again. "Young man … Defeating Quake has inflated your self-confidence too much."
"Why are you still standing?" Feng Bujue turned back and said, "Do you want to die?"
He seemed to be obsessed with making the other party kneel down and surrender …
"Good … Very arrogant, very good." The Bloodcorpse God was also faintly angered. "It is most interesting to see a person with a character like yours surrender in fear …"
As he spoke, the Bloodcorpse God had already used his ability without batting an eyelid.
His [Fear Projection] was activated almost without warning. Its range of effect spread in a circle, and the larger the "circle", the greater the consumption of the user's mental power.
The maximum range of the Bloodcorpse God's [Fear Projection] was about a radius of fifty kilometers. The projection's speed was close to the speed of light, and the specific radius could be fine-tuned very precisely. (When he used it on the four heroes earlier, he excluded Quake from the range of the ability.)
In addition, the "degree of fear" caused by the [Fear Projection] could be adjusted to roughly 1%. If it was divided into a little more detail, there were a hundred levels. However, the Bloodcorpse God would not use it like this. He generally used 10% as "10%" to adjust it.
There was another point. The effect of [Fear Projection] … would be generated the moment the target was enveloped, and it would last for a considerable period of time. In other words … the Bloodcorpse God only needed to open the force field for a few seconds. He did not need to maintain it for the fear effect to exist. The specific duration of the effect and the actual effect were determined by the target's mental power … The weaker the target's mental power, the longer the effect would last. If the target's mental power was strong, it could offset the degree and duration of the fear effect to a certain extent.
For example … Quake, who was hit by 10% of the Fear Projectile, recovered in a short time. As for the four heroes who were hit by 50% of the Fear Projectile, only Unyielding Hero was able to barely withstand it. The others had yet to fully recover.
Finally, let's talk about the weakness of this ability …
Actually … the Fear Projection had no obvious weakness. If there had to be a weakness, it would be the "consumption" aspect. Theoretically speaking, if the Bloodcorpse God expanded the range of the projection force field to a radius of thirty kilometers or more, and maintained the existence of the force field for a long time, his mental power would be exhausted. The problem was … in most cases, there was no need to do so. As mentioned earlier, this was an ability that could be used in an instant. Unless he encountered an opponent with extremely strong mental power, and that opponent could attack him from tens of kilometers away, there was a need to maintain such a huge force field.
As for the Fear Projection that had a radius of less than one kilometer, it was like breathing for the Bloodcorpse God. There was no harm in maintaining it.
"Ugh —"
"Ugh —"
In the blink of an eye, the four heroes lying on the ground let out muffled groans and screams one after another. Obviously, they were hit again, and this time, it was a Fear Projection with a 70% effect.
The Police Hero, Backflip Hero, and Disfigured Hero, who had just recovered, fell down again. This time, they simply curled up into a ball, convulsing on the ground, trembling, and uttering all kinds of nonsense from their mouths.
And Tough Guy finally couldn't hold on any longer. The part of his body that could still be used (the part above the broken spine) couldn't help but tremble.
"Hmph … How about it?" The Bloodcorpse God smiled proudly and said to Brother Jue, "Now, do you have anything to say?"
"If you really want me to say something …" The moment Brother Jue opened his mouth, the smile on the Bloodcorpse God's face froze because the former's voice was still languid, and there was no change in the expression of the dead fish eyes. "… Then I'll give you two sentences …" Brother Jue paused for half a second, raised his hand, and pointed his sword at the Bloodcorpse God, and recited, "The tiger roars in the forest, f * ck you, Gobi Gobi."
"Who the hell are you …" The Bloodcorpse God's expression became dignified and cautious. In his long life, he had only encountered a few highly intelligent lifeforms that did not respond to his ability. The last one he encountered imprisoned him underground for more than a thousand years.
"Well said ~ I'm Poker Man, I speak for myself." Feng Bujue was not only unafraid, but he also laughed and talked wittily.
"In terms of mental power alone …" The Bloodcorpse God continued, "To be able to completely resist 70% of the Fear Projection … This is the level of the highest race in the universe." He paused for two seconds. "And the appearance of those races … I recognize them all. You're not one of them."
"Then I'll let you know me today." Feng Bujue raised his head and replied with a smile.
"Hmph … I'm beginning to understand your confidence." The Bloodcorpse God said, "Based on the combat ability you've shown, you should be one or two levels higher than that Mr. Tough Guy. You know very well that you won't be affected by the Fear Projection … So, you think that with these two conditions, you can defeat me."
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded, but his next response was, "Your view is too shallow. I'm too lazy to correct you."
"Are you trying to provoke me …?" The Bloodcorpse God continued. His tone did not sound like he was provoked. Instead, he sounded calmer. "I can see that … From the beginning, you've been provoking me with your words. And the two sentences you said earlier … Although I don't quite understand the meaning, I can roughly guess that they're vulgarities." His eyes were glued to Brother Jue. "From how I see it … you probably have some kind of 'trick' or 'trick', or at least you personally believe that you can use that 'trick' to win the battle. So, you're trying to manipulate my emotions and make me fight on impulse, giving you a chance to use your hidden trump card. "
The Bloodcorpse God's words hit the nail on the head.
Yes, Brother Jue wanted to use the Blade of Necessity to Break Defense to attack his opponent. But he knew that this knife, only the first strike was the most threatening. Once his opponent was prepared, a short weapon like the kitchen knife … would not be difficult to deal with.
In short, when facing a strong enemy, the first strike after the Blade of Necessity to Break Defense had to be used. Even if it could not kill the opponent directly, it had to inflict heavy damage on the opponent. If the opponent was already on high alert before the first strike, the effect of this equipment would basically be useless.
"I have to thank you for playing all kinds of tricks …" The Bloodcorpse God was still talking. "To be honest, if you didn't say a word and attacked me as soon as you got off the spaceship, maybe I wouldn't be as wary of you as I am now."
"Humph …" Feng Bujue sneered. "Are you trying to say that I'm too smart for my own good?"
"Isn't that the case?" the Bloodcorpse God replied.
"Looks like … I'm not the only one who wants to provoke your opponent …" Feng Bujue said with a smile.
As soon as he said this, the Bloodcorpse God was shocked. "This guy … is so sharp …"
"Why do you want to do this?" Brother Jue's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Are you worried … no … afraid of something?"
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