“Listen, he’s the one throwing money into the street, he’s the one who killed the cops, and he’s the one who killed Robin.” Shiva continued to persuade him, “Those cops, and the people from Shenwang, arrested me without asking any questions, and only based on their feeling that I was ‘dangerous,’ so of course I had to run.” He paused. “These so-called righteous people always cling to their own set of moral standards and force others to act accordingly… You should know better than I do how annoying that is, right?”

These words were a bit of pandering, because Jason Todd was arguably the most rebellious of all the Robins, and he disagreed with many of Bruce Wayne’s ideas.

A person’s experiences can change their view of things and their understanding of justice. Todd, who went from Robin to the Red Hood, lived in a world that neither Dick nor Tim could understand. In Todd’s eyes, the first and third generation Robins had been “brainwashed” by Wayne and were foolishly acting according to a set of almost idealized principles.

Some might think Todd was extreme, but on the other hand, it could be said that Batman overcorrected. Both were people with childhood shadows and psychological traumas, and it’s hard to say whose values were more correct.

Of course, if the Joker were to comment, they’d all be lunatics…

“Is that so… then I’ll give you a chance to prove it.” Todd also found himself some cover, his deep voice under the mask called out, “You say you’re going to kill him? Then I won’t interfere, you go it alone.” At this moment, under the influence of endorphins, the fracture in his right hand didn’t hurt so much anymore. But… if he wanted to use this arm to shoot or punch someone in the short term, he would have to be prepared for further injury and pain to the point of fainting.

Upon hearing this, Shiva decisively replied, “Alright!” After saying that, he began to move at high speed, supported himself with one hand, flipped over the rooftop, and leapt down towards the street.

Todd heard the movement and poked his head out to observe, just in time to see the other party jumping off the building. You should know that with Todd’s “heroic” skills, he only dared to jump down from the third floor without the aid of any tools. Any higher, and he would need a gliding cape or ropes to help him.

But this man in plain clothes actually flipped off the eighth-floor rooftop without hesitation…

“Are these otherworld travelers all non-human…” Todd thought to himself, at this point, he was convinced that all these guys had superpowers.

After landing, Shiva first looked up at the rooftop. He didn’t see Todd’s shadow, but he knew that the other party was up there observing.

“I hope you can keep your promise and not ambush me when I’m about to kill him,” Shiva said.

Silence was his response, but that was enough.

Shiva then turned his attention to the car where Feng Bujue was hiding, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The psionic weapon [Celestial Dance Hourglass] had already appeared behind him. The seven stone discs, condensed from white light, flew out, heading straight for the target.

With Shiva’s location as the center, the stone discs could move freely within a radius of two hundred meters. They were like seven highly maneuverable funnels capable of firing beams from any angle. In the face of this weapon, Feng Bujue, hiding in a closed space, was like a turtle in a jar.

“Those who think they’re clever often dig their own graves,” Shiva commented smugly. When facing Feng Bujue, he was even more unconcerned than he was with Todd. He didn’t care about any bombs. Even if the bombs were real, as long as the explosion couldn’t kill him in one hit from two hundred meters away, it would be meaningless.

The seven stone discs flew towards the car, hovering and unfolding above it, like a flock of vultures that had locked onto their prey, ready to feast.

Seconds later, a series of chirping sounds rang out, and the stone discs each fired a beam-like attack, all of which hit the car. This continuous siege did not last long, and the car caught fire and exploded.

Of course, it was just the car that exploded, and the scope of the explosion was at most a dozen meters. The situation of “destroying several streets” that Feng Bujue had mentioned earlier did not occur.

“See that, Jason?” Shiva said to the heights, “He’s just a liar, full of lies. If he had real bombs strapped to his body, he would have already…”

“Blown you both to kingdom come.” Another voice interrupted Shiva, finishing his sentence.

Shiva looked in the direction of the voice in surprise, and belatedly opened the game menu, finding that the word “surviving” was still displayed next to the ID [Feng Bujue].

A huge figure walked out of the flames, each step this figure took on the ground made a metallic sound, like a robot.

When he saw the whole picture of the figure, Shiva couldn’t help but exclaim, “What the hell is that?”

“You actually have Mr. Freeze’s armor…” Todd, who was watching the show from the building, recognized the battle armor at a glance.

“Hahahaha…” Feng Bujue laughed smugly. At this time, his voice was coming from the speakers equipped on the battle armor, with a synthesized electronic feel. “Shiva, right?” He said to the other party, “You really think that standing at that distance, you won’t be killed by the bombs on my body? Hmph… I’ve emphasized it many times, as long as these bombs explode, don’t expect anyone within several blocks to survive.”

“Stop joking, even if you really strapped TNT all over yourself, how much could you possibly hide inside that coat? Don’t tell me you’ve got a miniature nuke hidden in your clothes?” Shiva’s words were not only expressing his doubts, but also probing.

Feng Bujue naturally understood what the other party was up to, he replied with a calm face, “I’ve strapped a fuel-air explosive, do you want to try it?”

“What!”

Shiva didn’t speak, but Todd, standing at a high place, was shocked at the time. This was the difference between an amateur military enthusiast and an expert.

“You should be glad that I got into the battle armor in time, otherwise we’d all be done for,” Feng Bujue said with a smile.

“You crazy bastard, do you know what the consequences of detonating something like that in the city would be?” Todd roared.

“Good question.” Feng Bujue replied, “During the day, the explosion at the ‘Northern Pure Land’ factory was an experiment that Professor Ferris and I collaborated on, so I now have a very precise estimate of how much damage the things on my back can cause.”

Shiva interjected, “Hmph… even if you make it sound so real, I won’t believe you.” He sounded very confident when he said this, “Strapping yourself with bombs can indeed deter these characters in the script (this kind of dialogue will be shielded by the system, and the content heard by the NPCs will be slightly different), but for us players, you’re playing with fire.” He raised an arm, palm up, “We don’t care what happens to a city in a virtual world, or how many people die.”

The seven stone discs moved slowly in the air, unknowingly surrounding Feng Bujue.

“Your behavior of using ‘mutual destruction’ as a trump card, and revealing it from the beginning, might be a little effective in a 1v1 duel, but this is a melee, aren’t you afraid that I’ll really fight you to the death here?” Shiva said.

“Ha…” Feng Bujue sneered, “Judging from the lineup of this killing game, the weakest in strength on the surface is me. It’s a gain for me to die with any opponent, so what do I have to be afraid of?” As he spoke, he adjusted the freezing pulse gun in his hand, “For us little people, being able to kill the boss of the gods is definitely a bragging right.”

“Hmm…” Shiva also smiled, “That makes sense, it seems I didn’t consider the problem thoroughly enough.”

Before he finished speaking, the stone discs of the Celestial Dance Hourglass launched another wave of attacks, and fierce beams of light struck the Cold-Blooded Armor one after another from all angles.

But in the face of perfect-grade armor, this kind of attack was just trash…

“The firepower is quite fierce,” Feng Bujue said, “It looks like this should be a psionic weapon.”

The fact that the other party said the words “psionic weapon” didn’t surprise Shiva too much, because someone had already posted about it on the forum. He just replied calmly, “That’s right, this is called the Celestial Dance Hourglass. Since I got this weapon, I have never lost in a one-on-one battle, and I believe you won’t change that.”

“Is that so?” Feng Bujue said, “Just based on this thing that has the power similar to a rifle, can only fire three shots each time, has a firing interval of one minute, and a flight radius of no more than two hundred meters?”

Before Brother Jue finished speaking, Shiva’s scare value skyrocketed.

“Where did you get this data…” Shiva asked with a solemn expression. At this moment, he was wondering if there was an internal traitor in the high-level of the gods, otherwise how could the other party accurately say the four characteristics of the Celestial Dance Hourglass?

“Of course, it’s from observation.” While Feng Bujue was speaking, he also launched an attack.

His movements were not fast, and he couldn’t be fast, because the maximum power freezing pulse gun was shaped like a fattened version of the M4A1, and its size was almost as big as a rocket launcher. The only posture to hold the gun was horizontally in front of the chest, and when raising the gun to shoot, he had to turn sideways to aim the muzzle at others.

Using this thing to shoot at the opponent, the intention to attack was extremely obvious, and there was enough preparation time for the opponent, even ordinary people could make evasive movements.

However, even with so many obvious shortcomings, this was still Mr. Freeze’s trump card weapon, the reason was simple…

Boom—

A blue-white beam of light spewed out from the muzzle, and the sudden burst of strong light lit up the night sky.

Shiva’s movements were very fast. In two seconds, he moved laterally for more than ten meters, far away from the direct hit of the beam.

But, that beam was continuous, like a water column used by the fire brigade to put out fires. Feng Bujue only needed to hold down the trigger and turn the muzzle, and the beam would chase the target.

The most terrifying thing was that not only would the area hit by the beam be instantly frozen, but before the attack ended, the freezing effect would spread visibly to the surrounding area of the impact point.

At this moment, what Shiva had to avoid was not just a beam of light, but a large group of moving AoE damage.