Chapter 110 The Same Old Tricks

Having said that, the Blood Corpse God walked toward the Disfigured Hero on the side.

The Blood Corpse God also had his stubborn side. Since he had decided to start eating with the Disfigured Hero, then he must do it. As for the reason, it was probably a habit like "leaving the good-looking or favorite food for last."

"Run!" the Hard-shelled Hero shouted as hard as he could. Even though his body couldn't move, he still wanted to help the other heroes as much as possible. "Disfigured Hero! Cheer up!"

However, under the suppression of Fear Projection, the Disfigured Hero was unable to move at all. He could only lie trembling on the ground, muttering incessantly and resentfully, "I'm sorry…Hard-shelled Hero…I…"

"It's useless… Not to mention running, he can't even stand up." The Blood Corpse God walked slowly behind the Disfigured Hero. "Even warriors a hundred times stronger than you can't resist this fear." He lifted the Disfigured Hero with one hand. "In fact, so far, I've only used 50% of my ability. If I increase this amount to 70%…" He turned his head and glanced at the Hard-shelled Hero. "I suppose this so-called 'Hard-shelled' of yours will end up in the same state as them."

The Blood Corpse God sneered and looked at the Disfigured Hero again. "Hmph… However, if I do that, the three of you… may faint or go insane due to extreme panic… That's something I don't want to see. Food that has completely lost its sanity or consciousness will lose its due deliciousness."

"Damn… Damn…" The Disfigured Hero groaned in pain. There was nothing wrong with his body, but the mental suppression prevented him from doing anything other than wailing.

"Ah--" Finally, the Blood Corpse God opened his mouth and bit the Disfigured Hero's neck.

Just at this critical moment…

"Hey, you down there, listen up…" A man's voice came from the sky, transmitted through the spaceship's loudspeaker, "This daddy is giving you ten seconds to put down the person in your hand, then put your hands on your head, squat down on the spot and surrender."

"Hmm?" The Blood Corpse God heard this voice, stopped his biting motion, and raised his head to look at the sky.

There, a small spaceship had somehow hovered in the sky above this place. There was no doubt that the voice had come from someone on the ship.

"It seems that more food has been delivered." The Blood Corpse God muttered as he looked at the sky.

As the saying goes, arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time. Feng Bujue's spaceship had just arrived. When he saw that someone below was about to die, he used the ship's broadcast to make a provocative demonstration.

His arrogant attitude aroused the Blood Corpse God's curiosity, causing the latter to postpone his cannibalistic actions again.

Seconds later, Feng Bujue directly opened the cabin door in mid-air and jumped out.

His figure fell straight down, his feet landed, and he stood steadily on the scorched earth, looking at the Blood Corpse God a few meters away.

When the Blood Corpse God saw that the newcomer's aura was extraordinary, he immediately threw the Disfigured Hero aside and turned to face Jue Ge.

"Poker Hero!" The Hard-shelled Hero lying on the ground was immediately anxious when he saw that it was this kid. "You're not his match! Run! Go ask the Yu Chao Alliance for help!"

The Hard-shelled Hero didn't ask Feng Bujue to save the three members of the Sloe Alliance, because he felt that as city-level heroes, Poker Hero would probably be killed in seconds too. Asking him to save people was tantamount to asking him to die with them.

"Don't worry, we've already seen the situation here through the communicator, and Dr. Biubiu is already contacting the alliance." Feng Bujue replied in a calm tone, "If things go well… a galaxy-level hero will arrive in one or two cosmic weeks."

"One or two cosmic weeks?" The Blood Corpse God repeated this key phrase, then sneered, looking at Jue Ge and saying, "Hmph… Poker Hero, since you've seen the situation here, then you should understand…" He pointed to the Hard-shelled Hero on the ground. "If your strength is not even as good as his, there's no need for you to approach me at all." He paused. "Or… are you confident that you can protect these companions while holding me off for two cosmic weeks?"

"Are you kidding me?" Feng Bujue said, "Two cosmic weeks?" He stared with dead-fish eyes. "One cosmic day (about nine minutes) is the limit, okay?"

"Hehe…" The Blood Corpse God laughed, "You're very self-aware."

"Of course…" Feng Bujue continued, "The moment I saw you, I knew… you're no match for me."

As soon as these words came out…

"What?" The Hard-shelled Hero suspected that he had misheard.

"What?" Quake also suspected that he had misheard.

"What?" The Police Hero was so shocked that he was a little more lucid.

"What?" The Backflip Hero strained his back in fright.

"What?" The Disfigured Hero was shocked and sat up.

"Ha! Hahahaha…" After a moment, General Quake was the first to laugh out loud. "Boy, do you know what you're saying?"

"Isn't my meaning clear enough?" Feng Bujue didn't even bother to look at Quake directly. "I'm announcing… that I will kill your boss, the Blood Corpse God, within one cosmic day… is that hard to understand?"

"Hmph… an ignorant and arrogant fool." Quake snorted coldly, then turned to the Blood Corpse God and said, "Master, I have a score to settle with this kid, please hand him over to me."

The "score" he was talking about was naturally referring to Feng Bujue using the small advertisement to destroy his base. This was a recent grudge, and the hatred was still fresh.

"Hmm… alright." The Blood Corpse God said, "Consider it entertainment while I eat." As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the Disfigured Hero again. 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, looking eagerly at Jue Ge. "Get ready to die, Poker Boy!"

Who knew that Feng Bujue would reply in a tone that didn't even want to acknowledge him. "Who do you think you are? Go play in the dirt." He faced the Blood Corpse God and said, "Blood Corpse God, I'll give you one more chance, still ten seconds… As long as you put your hands on your head, squat down and surrender, I can consider sparing your life."

"Drink--" Before the Blood Corpse God could reply, Quake had already burst forth. "Super Energy Vacuum Blade!"

Quake was also one of the top super criminals on Sloe Star, and his combat strength was extraordinary. Under Jue Ge's repeated humiliation, he had long been unable to bear it. This Super Energy Vacuum Blade was Quake's ultimate skill, condensing his own superpower barrier into a knife-shaped attack. Its power could split gold and crack stone, and cut iron like mud… undoubtedly a killing move.

Clang--

The next second, a strange sound rang out, and everyone was stunned.

"This… how is this possible…" Quake widened his eyes, looking in horror at the slender figure in front of him (compared to Quake, Jue Ge's figure was several circles smaller). The other party only used one hand… no, it should be said that he only used two fingers to clamp his Super Energy Vacuum Blade, making it impossible to advance any further.

In front of Lingxi Finger (Nirvana Finger), Quake's slash was really insignificant.

Of course, fundamentally speaking, aside from the factors of mutual restraint between moves, the reason for this dramatic result was mainly due to the difference in strength.

The gravity of Sloe Star is 1.9 times that of Boing Boing, which is slightly lower than the 2.3 times of Earth. Under the same gravity, the basic physical fitness of Sloe Star people is slightly lower than that of ordinary humans. Although Quake's body had undergone tremendous transformation, strengthening his power, and possessed a certain level of superpowers, if we were to make a horizontal comparison… purely in terms of physical skills, he was only about four times stronger than an ordinary Earthling.

Compared to the current Feng Bujue, Quake was the type that… Jue Ge could kill with ordinary punches without using any skills. So… it was reasonable for Jue Ge to tell him to go play in the dirt.

"The name of the move is pretty cool." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue turned his head, squinting at Quake. "But the power is not very good." Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out the [wjQ-308 Military Shovel] from his knapsack, and swung the shovel over.

Whether it was speed or strength, Jue Ge had the upper hand. Facing his attack, Quake couldn't react at all and was directly hit by the shovel blade; half of his cheek was beaten into a bloody mess, and his huge figure flew sideways, and after flying and rolling for more than ten meters, he crashed to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Oh?" Seeing this scene, the Blood Corpse God turned around and faced Jue Ge again. "Not bad…"

"Is this… is this kid really a city-level hero…" the Hard-shelled Hero thought to himself. "Even purely in terms of martial strength, he is at least a planet-level powerhouse…" After his mind calmed down a little, he thought again, "However… the situation is still not optimistic. If the Blood Corpse God uses that power that makes his opponents fear again, I'm afraid Poker Hero will also be defeated."

Thinking of this, the Hard-shelled Hero quickly shouted again, "Poker Hero! Quickly take the Police Hero and the others away! You… should be able to do it!"

This time, the Hard-shelled Hero's request had changed. At this moment, he believed that Jue Ge could save the other heroes.

However, Feng Bujue's response was, "Senior Hard-shelled Hero…" He looked at the Hard-shelled Hero 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!" The Hard-shelled Hero thought that Jue Ge was dissatisfied with the Yu Chao Alliance's rating and was complaining to him in this battle.

But Feng Bujue obviously didn't mean that. "If you think that my strength is similar to yours, or only a little stronger than you, then you shouldn't let me save people… because you yourself are a good example."

The Hard-shelled Hero was stunned when he heard this. Jue Ge'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 continued quickly, "… then you shouldn't let me save people either. Because, compared to leaving your back to the opponent, facing them head-on is a more efficient and safer strategy."

What he said made sense, and the Hard-shelled Hero was speechless.

"So… you should just lie down quietly." Feng Bujue said, "Just wait for me to take care of this guy."

"Heh…" At this time, the Blood Corpse God laughed again. "Young man… beating Quake has made your confidence swell too much."

"Why are you still standing?" Feng Bujue turned his head. "Don't you want to live?"

He seemed to be still obsessed with getting the other party to squat down with his hands on his head and surrender…

"Good… very arrogant, very good." The Blood Corpse God was also vaguely provoked to anger. "Seeing people with your personality succumb to fear is the most interesting…"

As he spoke, the Blood Corpse God had already used his ability imperceptibly.

His Fear Projection was almost unnoticeable when activated; its range of effect spread in a perfect circle. The larger the range of this "circle", the greater the consumption of his own mental power.

The limit of the Blood Corpse God's Fear Projection was about fifty kilometers in radius, and the speed at which the projection force field opened was close to the speed of light. The specific radius could also be fine-tuned very precisely (when he used it on the four heroes before, he excluded Quake from the range of the ability).

In addition, the degree of fear caused by the Fear Projection can also be adjusted, roughly accurate to 1%; if it is divided more finely, there are one hundred levels, but the Blood Corpse God does not use it that way. He generally adjusts it in 10% increments.

Another point is that the effect produced by the Fear Projection… is generated the moment the target is enveloped, and it lasts for quite a long time. In other words… as long as the Blood Corpse God opens the force field for a few seconds, there is no need to keep it open, and the fear effect will still exist. The specific duration and actual effect of this effect are determined by the target's mental power… the weaker the target's mental power, the longer the duration; and if the target's mental power is stronger, it can to some extent offset the degree and duration of the fear.

For example… Quake, who was hit by 10% Fear Projection, recovered quickly; while the four heroes who were hit by 50% Fear Projection, only the Hard-shelled Hero could barely withstand it, and the others had not fully recovered by this point.

Finally, let's talk about the weaknesses of this ability…

In fact… Fear Projection basically has no obvious weaknesses. If there is a weakness, it is the "consumption" aspect. Theoretically speaking, if the Blood Corpse God opened the range of the projection force field to a radius of more than thirty kilometers and maintained the existence of the force field for a long time, then his mental power would also be exhausted. The problem is… in most cases, there is no need for this at all. As mentioned earlier, this is an ability that can produce an effect in an instant. Unless he encounters an opponent with super-strong mental power, and that opponent can attack him from dozens of kilometers away, then it is necessary to continuously open this huge force field.

As for the Fear Projection with a radius of less than one kilometer in front of him, it was like breathing for the Blood Corpse God, and it didn't matter if he kept it open all the time.

"Ugh--"

"Ugh ah--"

In the blink of an eye, the four heroes lying on the ground all groaned and screamed again. Obviously, they had all been hit again, and this time they were hit by the 70% effect Fear Projection.

The Police Hero, the Backflip Hero, and the Disfigured Hero, who had just recovered a little, fell down again. This time they simply curled up into a ball, convulsing and trembling on the ground, and uttering all kinds of nonsense in their mouths.

The Hard-shelled Hero also finally couldn't hold on, and the part of his body that he could still use (the part above the broken spine) trembled continuously.

"Hmph… how is it?" The Blood Corpse God smiled triumphantly and said to Jue Ge, "Now, do you have anything to say?"

"If you insist that I say something…" The moment Jue Ge opened his mouth, the Blood Corpse God's smile had already solidified, because the former's voice was still so lazy, and the expression in his dead-fish eyes hadn't changed at all. "… then I will give you two sentences…" Jue Ge paused for half a second, raised his hand and pointed at the Blood Corpse God with his sword fingers, and chanted, "Ding Ye Paper Tiger roars in the mountains and forests, Wocao Nima Le Gobi."

"Just who are you…" The Blood Corpse God's expression became solemn and wary. In his long life, he had only encountered a handful of highly intelligent beings who had no reaction to his abilities, and the last one he encountered was imprisoned underground for more than a thousand years.

"Easy, easy~ I am Poker Hero, and I speak for myself." Feng Bujue was not afraid at all and was still talking and laughing happily.

"Purely in terms of mental power…" the Blood Corpse God continued, "To completely resist the 70% effect of Fear Projection… that is already the level of the highest-ranking races in the universe." He paused for two seconds. "And I recognize the appearance of those races… you are definitely not one of them."

"Then I'll let you get to know me today." Feng Bujue raised his head and replied with a smile.

"Hmph… I'm starting to understand your confidence." The Blood Corpse God said, "Judging from the combat ability you've shown, you should be one or two levels higher than that Hard-shelled Hero; you also know very well that you won't be affected by Fear Projection… so you think that having these two conditions is enough to defeat me."

"Hmm." Feng Bujue nodded, but his next response was, "Your view is too superficial, and I'm too lazy to correct you."

"You're trying to anger me, aren't you…" The Blood Corpse God then continued. His tone was not like he was being angered, but rather becoming more and more calm. "I can see… from the beginning, you have been constantly provoking me, and those two sentences you recited earlier… Although I don't quite understand the meaning, I can probably guess that they are swear words." His eyes stared fixedly at Jue Ge. "In my opinion… you probably have some kind of 'method' or 'trick', at least you yourself think that using that 'method' can win by surprise. Therefore, you are trying to guide my emotions, let me fight in a rush, and give you a chance to use that hidden trump card."

The Blood Corpse God's words were insightful.

That's right, Jue Ge wanted to use the [Must Break Defense Blade] to give the other party a hit. But he knew that this knife was most threatening only with the initial strike; once the other party was prepared, it wouldn't be difficult to deal with a short weapon like a kitchen knife…

In short, when facing a strong enemy, the first strike after offering the Must Break Defense Blade must cause serious damage to the other party, even if it can't kill them directly. If the other party had already raised their vigilance before the first strike, the effectiveness of this equipment would basically have no room to play.

"I have to thank you for playing all sorts of tricks…" The Blood Corpse God's words continued, "To be honest, if you hadn't said a word and attacked immediately after getting off the ship, perhaps my vigilance towards you wouldn't be as high as it is now."

"Hmph…" Feng Bujue sneered, "Are you trying to say that I'm too clever for my own good?"

"Isn't that so?" The Blood Corpse God replied.

"It seems that… I'm not the only one who wants to anger the opponent…" Feng Bujue laughed.

As soon as these words came out, the Blood Corpse God was shocked. "This guy… is so perceptive…"

"Why are you doing this?" Jue Ge's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you worried… no… are you afraid of something?"