“Heh… only a narcissist like you would do something like this,” Honghu muttered, “Making such a risky move based on a sliver of uncertain suspicion…”

“Nay, nay… actually, if you do the math, you’ll understand my actions.” Feng Bujue replied, “The situation at the time was… I didn’t *know* there was a trap in midair, I only *suspected* there was… So, I had two paths before me. The first was to stay on the ground and find a way to deal with the known threats; and the second was to jump into the air and face some unknown threat that might not even exist.”

As Brother Jue spoke, he had freed most of Atobe’s body, leaving him hanging sideways on the web. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Bujue landed back on the ground and jumped up again (the airtime of *Ta Xu* is also limited), arriving on the other side of Atobe.

Adjusting his height and standing firm again, Brother Jue continued from where he left off: “This involves a matter of risk distribution… If this were a solo script, I would definitely jump, even if I knew it was a trap.” He paused. “But this is a team script, so the situation is different… The existence of teammates increases the script’s error tolerance for individuals. To put it bluntly… even if my decision is wrong, it won’t necessarily lead to failure.”

“In other words… you have the capital to ‘risk your own life’.” Uncle Waste Chai continued.

“Exactly.” Feng Bujue said, “Under this premise, let’s look at my choice at the time… If I stayed on the ground, I was 70% sure I wouldn’t die, 40% sure I wouldn’t be seriously injured, and 10% sure I would be unscathed. But if I went into the air… there was a 50% chance I would fall into the enemy’s trap, and a 50% chance nothing would happen.” He licked his lips. “This creates six possible scenarios… One, I stay on the ground and die, and you all fall into the trap; Two, I stay on the ground and die, and you don’t fall into the trap; Three, I stay on the ground and don’t die, but you all fall into the trap; Four, I stay on the ground and don’t die, and you don’t fall into the trap; Five, I go into the air with you and we all fall into the trap; Six, I go into the air with you and none of us fall into the trap.”

Brother Jue finished speaking in one breath, took a breath, and continued, “Among these, one and five are the worst-case scenarios, which now seem to be team wipes; four and six are more ideal, the difference being that four may require me to pay a little more; and the remaining two and three are acceptable.”

He spoke methodically, and his movements were also very efficient. At this moment, Atobe was almost hanging upside down on the web and would soon be free.

“Based on this, let’s continue to deduce…” Feng Bujue continued, “The result of me jumping into the sky with you is… ‘team wipe’ and ‘ideal situation’ are equally likely, that is, a 50% chance of a team wipe; but if I stay on the ground, the probability of directly causing a team wipe is only 25%… and the remaining 75% of the developments are basically borne by me personally bearing the losses or responsibilities.”

“You’re defying the heavens…” Tianma Xingkong looked at Brother Jue with an almost reverent gaze, “During those few seconds when the Boss emitted the sound waves… you calculated so many things?”

“Yeah… time was limited, I could only calculate this far.” Feng Bujue replied, “This is just the most basic and vague assumption, and there are many variables I didn’t calculate. For example… although you all jumped up, not all of you were caught, or the Boss’s trap was not worth mentioning at all; or, for example, in the case of you being caught, although I didn’t die, I was beaten half to death…”

“Ah—” A scream interrupted Brother Jue’s narrative.

At this moment, as the last inch of silk was cut, Atobe fell straight down headfirst.

Of course, Feng Bujue had no intention of catching him. If this guy died from the fall, so be it…

“You could have warned me!” Atobe quickly recovered from the sudden feeling of falling and shouted loudly. In the same second, he twisted his body and exerted force, curled his legs in the air, and changed his posture. Finally, he gave a soft shout and landed on his feet, standing firmly.

The remaining silk threads on Atobe’s body suddenly showed their color (pinkish-white) and fell off his back one after another.

“Are you okay?” Tianma Xingkong shouted from below.

“Of course.” Atobe endured the tingling sensation in his legs, put his hands on his hips, and laughed at the sky, “It’s just a height of about ten meters, it’s nothing at all.”

“Very good.” Feng Bujue also landed quickly and put away the army shovel. “Since you’re okay, quickly take out your fan, we’ll need your help next.”

As he spoke, Brother Jue squatted down and picked up a piece of silk that had fallen on the ground. He held it in his hand… looked at it, touched it, smelled it, but this time he didn’t lick it…

“I see… as soon as these silk threads are separated from the main body, they lose their special properties.” Feng Bujue threw the net on the ground casually. “These clumps of things have now become very ordinary spider webs. The previous invisibility, adhesion, and toughness have all disappeared.”

Atobe had already taken out his weapon from his knapsack in these few seconds and continued, “So… what?”

“It’s very simple.” Feng Bujue replied, “I’ll take you up in the pose of *Lushan Kang Long Ba*, and you’ll use your fan to cut the net.” He paused and pointed to the sky, adding, “You don’t need to cut it very finely, just cut a big circle around the trapped person so they can come down. Once they’re separated from the big net, the part of the spider silk stuck to their backs will become ineffective.”

“Understood.” Atobe nodded in agreement. He still knew what was important. At this moment, even if he wanted to complain about "*Lushan Kang Long Ba*" in his heart, he had to hold back… No matter how big the matter was, he would wait until his teammates were rescued.

“Okay, let’s go.” Feng Bujue said, taking two steps and arriving behind Atobe.

He put his hands under the other party’s armpits and bent them upwards, then stepped on the ground and jumped up with Atobe for a distance of ten meters, stopping just short of the safe distance next to the spider web.

Atobe also said nothing and raised his fan to cut. His [Peacock Screen] was much more efficient than the army shovel. With one sweep, he could cut a very long gap.

In just a few tens of seconds, Honghu was rescued. When he separated from the big net, the silk attached to his back was a large piece, roughly a circle with a radius of about one meter. However, as Feng Bujue said, the silk cut off from the main body lost its properties. No matter how big the piece, it was just an ordinary spider web.

Honghu’s movement technique was superb, and he landed quite lightly. As soon as he stood firm, he tore off the silk behind him, patted his clothes, adjusted his glasses, and then looked up and said, “Do you need my help?”

“It’s okay, I can still hold on.” Feng Bujue replied, while already stepping across the moon and bringing Atobe in front of Tianma Xingkong.

“I say… is it really okay for you to repeatedly use the ability to move in the air like this?” Honghu asked, looking upwards with great doubt, “Didn’t you say when you walked out of the tunnel that you didn’t have much stamina left…”

“Don’t worry.” Feng Bujue replied, he paused for half a second, “Anyway… I can still persevere.”

Brother Jue didn’t explain it very clearly, because this answer involved the specific data of several skills and items on him.

First of all, floating in the air relied on the special effect of *Ta Xu*, which consumed almost nothing. Secondly, each *Moon Step* only consumed 15 stamina points, which didn’t matter at all to Brother Jue, who had a stamina cap of 4300 points. Thirdly, the consumption of the *Lan Jiao* just now was only 150 stamina points… The main reason for being able to kill the Boss in seconds was the damage bonus of the legendary shoes.

Of course, the most crucial point was… the ability of the title [Hate-Bringer].

[Effect: Each attack you suffer will restore a certain amount of stamina and reduce the cooldown time of all your skills (the benefit effect is directly proportional to the degree of injury; the attacker must harbor hostility towards you, natural disasters, accidental injuries, or self-harm cannot trigger the skill)]

When Feng Bujue withstood those four sound waves, although he didn’t suffer very serious damage, his survival value still dropped a little bit. Therefore, his stamina value also recovered a little bit… and this part of stamina was enough to cope with the series of actions just now.

“Okay, then I’ll just watch.” Honghu replied casually and didn’t ask any further questions. He knew that Brother Jue’s words meant that he didn’t want to reveal more specific information.

As a professional player, Honghu naturally had a sense of proportion in this regard. Even a very chuuni guy like Tianma Xingkong was very clear about the existence of this "boundary". In the gaming circle, this was a basic courtesy and a consensus. No one would ask about someone else’s detailed information in a game where character data varied greatly, unless that person was clueless, or he thought the other person was clueless…

After another minute, Little Ma was also rescued. The movement when he landed was quite loud. This guy almost landed in a horse stance… and slammed onto the crystal crust with a bang.

“Ha! I’m revived!” Tianma Xingkong shouted heroically as soon as he regained his freedom.

“What are you shouting for!” Feng Bujue shouted even louder in the air, “What if it attracts nearby monsters?”

“You’re shouting louder than me, and you’re telling me?” Tianma Xingkong retorted, raising his neck.

“I say… I haven’t come down yet…” Uncle Waste Chai muttered weakly, “If you want to make noise, wait until you’ve rescued the last person…”

Sisi—Suosuo—

At this moment, a strange cry suddenly came…

This series of fragmented sounds was extremely bizarre, making everyone present feel their scalps tingle.