Chapter 11 Time Out

Time rewinds a little…

The moment Shiva aimed and fired his first RPG, Feng Bujue in mid-air had no idea that Toad would use a Batarang to take the hit for him. In that instant, from Jue-Ge’s perspective, this attack would undoubtedly cost him his life.

Therefore, Feng Bujue made a split-second decision and opened the connection between the helmet and back of his battle suit, quickly escaping from within.

His plan was to hide behind the armor, rather than inside it, to take the blow. This way, when the armor was destroyed and exploded, he could activate the [Shield] effect. With the double protection of the armor and the skill, the damage to his body could be minimized, and he could also use the force of the explosion to fly away, away from the center of the blast.

It was a good strategy, but he didn't expect Toad to intercept the first rocket with a Batarang.

The fire and smoke from the explosion temporarily obscured Shiva's vision, and Toad's attention was not on Feng Bujue. Besides, it was night, and the street was brighter than the sky. Therefore, no one noticed that the Cold-Blooded Armor was empty, and Feng Bujue was hiding behind it.

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Time returns to the present…

The heroes of the God-Net came to disrupt the situation, but it didn't delay Shiva for too long. On the contrary, they gave him a great gift by selling out Not-Afraid-of-Girls. However, her death was not entirely unjust. If she hadn't encountered these DC Universe heroes who rarely kill, and had instead been chased by NPC forces in another scenario, she would have likely died directly, with no chance of being left alive.

But this little interlude used up the skill time of [Weightless Contact]. Feng Bujue, who originally had nowhere to borrow strength and could only grab onto the armor to float, was once again embraced by the Earth’s gravity, falling down with the armor.

At this moment, Shiva's third rocket came piercing through the sky.

In a flash of lightning, a crimson figure stepped and bounced off the armor, pushing the heavy armor towards the rocket, while he himself shot out like an arrow from a bow.

With a roar, fire erupted.

The Cold-Blooded Armor and the Frozen Pulse Gun were destroyed in the air, and burning fragments scattered to the ground. Although the shockwave of the explosion was strong, Feng Bujue was not affected and landed safely on top of a building dozens of meters away.

The consumption of Spiritual Sense Gathering Technique, the damage from the fall, plus the accumulated survival value loss from the previous battles with Toad and Shiva, forced Feng Bujue to gulp down a bottle of survival value supplement.

Fortunately, this was the first time he had drunk a blood potion since entering this scenario, and the 50% effect was fully realized, returning his survival value to about eighty percent.

However, Feng Bujue's scene of jumping away from the armor did not escape Shiva's eyes, and the status in the game menu also showed that he was still alive.

Therefore, Shiva's pursuit was far from over... He quickly put away the RPG, stomped hard on the ground, and leaped up to the height of three floors. Then, he grabbed the water pipe on the outer wall of a roadside building with one arm, stepped on the wall with his feet, borrowed a little force, and swam up the wall, reaching the sixth-floor rooftop in a few seconds.

Looking down from above, Feng Bujue was still in his sight.

Shiva sneered, and without saying a word, ran forward with all his might. He rose and fell on the ridge of the city, as if walking on flat ground. He also did not forget to use the Heavenly Dance Hourglass to cover his retreat, and under the firepower of those stone disks, the superheroes who caught up to the roof were quickly thrown off a distance.

"Where do you think you're going to run? Huh?" Shiva roared excitedly, showing an unprecedented excitement at this moment. In this battle, he tasted something he hadn't felt in a long time - the joy of battle.

Shiva had been a top player for quite some time. He entered the industry in his teens and had been in the professional circle for over ten years. In this industry, when one's strength reaches a certain level, the joy of battle decreases accordingly.

First of all, the opponents he encounters are often a fixed group of people. The circle of top players is only so big. For example, in the most popular years of War3, at various competitions, when you looked at the list of the top sixteen, it was a group of good buddies. They had already fought each other many times in various situations, and some were even teammates from the same club.

Secondly, before a master duel begins, they have an accurate prediction of the outcome. In that kind of PK game with professional distinctions, basically as soon as two people meet, observe and speculate about the other party's race, profession, talent, and equipment, they can immediately know who has the advantage in this match. At this time, if the opponent is an old rival, is there still any suspense about the outcome?

Taking Shiva's duel with Wu Si Can Xuan as an example, it was a fight without passion. Both were professional masters and had fought many times in other nerve-linked games. They had a relatively objective evaluation of each other's fighting style and game level. As top players, they naturally could not place their hopes on factors such as "luck, coincidence, unforced errors," etc. These all belonged to the category of wishful thinking. The mentality of "my character crits with every hit, and that guy accidentally spilled instant noodles on his keyboard" is a luxury that only casual players can afford. If professional players often have such thoughts, they are not far from committing suicide by crushing their own balls.

Therefore, when the battle was decided, Wu Si Can Xuan, even though he was somewhat unwilling, was still mentally prepared for the result of his failure. He just didn't expect... that in the Thriller Paradise game, the gap between him and Shiva would become even greater.

And Shiva, on the other hand, did not show much joy, because winning was to be expected, it was due to his strength. Just like a tennis match, the top seed wins against the fifth seed in the knockout stage, he will not show much excitement after the match. Shiva's mentality was roughly the same, although the price paid during the battle was somewhat beyond his expectations, it was still within his tolerance.

But at this moment, this unknown player named [Feng Bujue] gave Shiva a long-lost sense of novelty. Because in the duel with this kid, he couldn't guess what would happen next at all...

"He's obviously very weak, really weak... His level is low, not to mention his physical fitness and equipment are only above average, his skills are also very ordinary, far from being a professional player. So far, he has only used two skills, one is a continuous skill that strengthens his physical skills, it probably consumes a lot of energy, so he always turns it on for a moment and then stops; and the other is the punch he landed on Toad's arm, its power is nothing more than that... and he also strapped bombs to himself, if it weren't for Mr. Freeze's armor, he would have been done for..." Shiva thought to himself, "But why... why does my intuition tell me... he still has a chance of winning."

Shiva, whose combat instincts were transcendent, had almost seen through Feng Bujue after a brief observation and exchange, but this deepened his doubts even more: "Even if I let go and fought with the mentality that it doesn't matter if the bombs explode, I still couldn't 'see' any chance of winning... My advantages are obviously extremely obvious, if I were in his position, I might not be able to fight to this point..." He thought, "Hmph, I seem to understand a little, I'm afraid Zhao Ying Wang really did fall into this kid's hands."

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a beam of white light shot from the front, directly at his face. Shiva reacted quickly, tilted his head to dodge, and his forward speed did not decrease at all.

"Oh? More than one..." He touched his left cheek, where a trace of frost was left on the skin that was grazed by the beam.

Of course, Feng Bujue had more than one Frozen Pulse Gun. He had a small, low-power one in his bag. This one was about the size of a pistol, and its design was very cartoonish.

[Name: Frozen Pulse Gun (Low Power)]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: None]

[Attribute: Ice]

[Effect: Freezes target object]

[Equipment Condition: Shooting Specialization E]

[Whether it can be taken out of this scenario: No]

[Remarks: When shooting in bursts, it can only freeze objects the size of a basketball. When outputting continuously, the freezing effect will spread around the point of impact. After the energy is used up, it needs to be recharged.]

The weapons, equipment, and consumables obtained from Mr. Freeze could not be taken out of the scenario. Feng Bujue had also tried a few things from Two-Face, but whether it was firearms, potions, or clothing, none of them could be taken out either. Before he left, he even asked Two-Face, "Can you give me the coin you keep flipping as a souvenir?" As a result, this time the other party didn't need to flip the coin, and decided to take out a submachine gun and spray him with bullets.

In short, Feng Bujue speculated that in this scenario, items obtained from or related to any of the main characters could not be brought back to the login space.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. A Batman suit in the store sells for two million. If the items in this scenario could be taken out at will, then the six players shouldn't fight anymore. Everyone should just go and rob the Batcave together, and then quit the game collectively.

"Don't push people too far! I have real bombs strapped to my body!" Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, Feng Bujue was also anxious. He was already in the Spiritual Sense Gathering Technique state. If he still couldn't widen the gap, he wouldn't be able to fight this battle.

"Do you think I still care about that now?" Shiva laughed.

"You're ruthless..." Feng Bujue said helplessly, running while starting to untie the bombs.

Fortunately, he wasn't wearing a bomb vest (clothes couldn't be taken off, and he couldn't wear one even if he wanted to). The bombs were mainly supported by the belt, so it was quite quick to untie them. The detonator was originally in his bag and hadn't been taken out. At this moment, Feng Bujue stuffed the bomb itself into his bag as well.

"Hmph... It seems that the one who is really afraid of dying together... is you." Shiva's eyes sharpened. "Most people who enter this scenario, seeing names like me, Wu Si Can Xuan, and Seven Murders, would probably assume that the hope of winning is slim." He paused, "But you... from the beginning, you haven't considered 'losing'... You don't 'fear' us so-called big shots at all. You understand that you are weak in strength, but in your mentality, you always put yourself on an equal footing with us... trying to win."

As they spoke, the distance between the two had shortened to about fifteen meters.

"That's called strategically despising the enemy, and tactically valuing the enemy," Feng Bujue said, turning his head and firing two more shots.

Since the distance was close, Shiva's reaction space and time were correspondingly reduced. These two shots successfully forced him back about five meters.

"Hmph... Futile delays, how long can your continuous skill last? Five minutes? Ten minutes?" Shiva said, "I still have a lot of stamina left..."

Feng Bujue glanced at the menu. He really couldn't hold on for much longer. He had been running for more than two minutes, and his health was being consumed at a rate of 2% every five seconds. His survival value was already low, and now it had fallen below 30%. In another minute, it would drop to single digits. At that time, there would be a risk of tripping and falling to his death.

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous..." Feng Bujue said shamelessly, replying in an assertive tone, "I can run a marathon in this state! Hahaha!" He laughed like a madman, "I can even run the Iditarod on foot, do you believe it! A thousand miles is just the distance from the bedroom to the toilet for me!"