Chapter 16 The End of a Battle

Luckily, Feng Bujue had drunk a Survival Value Supplement before making his move, which allowed him to escape that calamity. Otherwise, he might have died from exhaustion due to overexerting his skill.

However, his Stamina Value had ultimately reached zero, and he immediately felt all his strength leave him, his body collapsing uncontrollably.

At the same time, the doubled-in-power Cero had completely shattered the Pegasus Comet Fist and engulfed Qi Sha's figure.

"Good heavens... I can't believe it..." Gordon lowered his binoculars, watching the black shockwave that pierced the sky in amazement.

Even the knowledgeable Nightwing wore a look of surprise; even he was considering seeking help from heroes outside Gotham City this time.

"Chief! Did you see that! My God!" The police officers in the two helicopters saw it even more clearly, and they were all holding their radios, incoherently describing the spectacle they had witnessed.

After the clash of the two ultimate moves, a rugged chasm appeared on the roof of Wayne Tower, and the two who had unleashed those moves were now lying on the ground.

Qi Sha lay on his back, panting heavily. In the few seconds he was hit by the Cero, he felt as if he had been doused in lava, feeling as if all the cells in his body were about to evaporate.

After the Cero, the Batsuit on his body was tattered, about sixty or seventy percent destroyed, while the game clothing worn underneath was almost intact under the system's protection.

If Qi Sha's Batsuit had been bought from the "Scare Box," then the legendary item would not have been easily damaged. But as it stood, the Batsuit he was wearing was equipment obtained on the spot in the script and could not be brought out. In other words, this set of equipment was in its original "DC Universe environment," so it was not protected by the system and continued to obey the inherent physical laws of this universe.

For example, the Coldblood Armor being destroyed by the RPG was the same principle. If there was a version of the Coldblood Armor that could be taken out of the script, then as long as this set of armor was worn by the player, it might not be shattered even if it was hit by a missile later (of course, the part of the damage that exceeded the defense would still have to be absorbed by the player). But the version that cannot be taken out of the script has to follow the current world's settings. Its material will always have a limit to its load-bearing capacity, and destructive power exceeding this limit can destroy it.

"Heh heh heh... ha ha ha ha..." After Qi Sha caught his breath, he laughed loudly at the sky, "To actually have such a trump card... ha ha ha ha..." He laughed as he got up, "Unreasonable..." His laughter revealed a kind of heartfelt joy, but also a hint of helplessness, "I really can't figure you out."

Chew—

A beam of white light suddenly shot over.

Feng Bujue lay on his side on the ground, using his last bit of strength to launch this attack with the Freezing Pulse Gun.

His posture at this time was quite strange, his head tilted to the right, drooping on the ground; his two arms stretched straight out at a ninety-degree angle to his body, his right arm touching the ground, and his left arm pressing on his right arm... Only in this posture could he shoot while lying down.

"Tch... so troublesome..." When Qi Sha was hit by the Freezing Ray, he had not yet fully stood up. The point of impact of the Freezing Ray was on his leg, and it quickly spread from there, causing Qi Sha to be frozen in a half-squatting position.

And Feng Bujue's side was also suffering unspeakable pain. This was even more painful than the last time he experienced a Stamina Value of zero. To describe it, it was like being in a nightmare, unable to exert any strength throughout his body, only able to worry anxiously.

Shooting while lying down was not because Brother Jue thought this posture was cool, but because he couldn't even sit up right now. The strength he gathered with all his concentration, gritting his teeth, was only enough to hold down the trigger of the Freezing Pulse Gun.

All he could do now was maintain the output of the beam, praying that the diffusion effect of the Freezing Ray would freeze Qi Sha's entire body in ice, so that he could suffocate the other party to death.

Unexpectedly... a situation that no one wanted to see happened at this moment.

After continuously outputting the beam for dozens of seconds, the Pulse Gun ran out of power...

Two seconds after the beam stopped, with a clatter, Feng Bujue released his hand, letting the Pulse Gun slide to the ground.

In the night sky, a gentle breeze brushed past...

Qi Sha stood in a half-squatting position, his feet to his chest all sealed in ice. All that could move were his head and the forearm of his right hand.

And Feng Bujue lay horizontally on the ground, motionless like a dead pig, his eyes repeatedly conveying the same word—"F*ck".

"Alright, I'll deal with you after the ice melts," Qi Sha said, pretending to be calm.

"When my Stamina recovers, you're the one who's going to die," Feng Bujue replied, unwilling to be outdone. The sound of his voice was almost like he had just swallowed a mouthful of mustard, making people feel strenuous just listening to it.

"The people on the helicopter will report our situation, and soon the police and superheroes will flock here to clear the area. At that time, in order to arrest me, they will definitely smash the ice," Qi Sha said, "When I break out of the ice, as long as I rush to your side with all my strength and just add a stab, you're done for."

"Your analytical skills are too poor." It was still very difficult for Feng Bujue to say these words, but his voice had recovered a bit, "After the people clearing the area arrive, as long as I lie here and put on an expression as if I've just been violently raped, then... before you even come out of the ice, I will have been carried to the street and sent into an ambulance and driven away."

"Good... you're pushing me too far." Qi Sha exerted his right hand, very reluctantly bending his elbow, so that his forearm bent slightly towards his torso. A white light flashed, and he successfully took out a handgun from his knapsack.

"Ha! As if you can hit anyone." Before the other party could fire, Feng Bujue laughed.

In fact, the distance between the two was less than twenty meters, but Qi Sha's Shooting Specialization was only Grade E (at this time, the effects of the Batman suit had disappeared), and the position of his forearm was limited, so it was indeed difficult to hit the target.

"I advise you not to force it too much, shooting like this might fracture your arm from the recoil," Feng Bujue taunted fearlessly, "According to my speculation, only your Fighting Specialization is extremely strong, and the other Specializations are not very good. But the Shooting Specialization is relatively easy to train, from nA to Grade E, as long as you have a gun and take it out to play with from time to time. You are already level thirty-one, so I guess you are Grade E..." As he said this, he tried to support himself on the ground with his hands, and finally managed to sit up, "According to my understanding of DC comics, the Batarang has a tracking function, but it needs to be used in conjunction with the positioning system in the Bat-helmet to do so. The reason why your previous tentative attacks were accurate was because of that, right? But now, I see that your helmet is also damaged... With just the strength of your wrist, even if the dart you throw can hit, it is impossible to kill me."

Brother Jue took a few more deep breaths, and glanced at the game menu. The recovery of Stamina Value was slower than he had imagined, much slower. It seemed that once the Stamina reached zero, the damage caused was not just a simple matter of data. This was like a football player in reality, who has to walk and run to adjust when his stamina is insufficient on the field; if he continues to sprint recklessly, it may lead to stamina exhaustion, and then cramps are considered minor, and shock is possible.

Thriller Paradise, to a certain extent, restored this reality. In this game, recovering strength after exhaustion is completely different from slowly recovering when there is still a little strength left. The last time he used the [Purgatory Peerless Burst Heat Wave Cannon] and became exhausted, if K2-Akatetsu hadn't helped Feng Bujue recover, he would probably have had to lie on the spot for a long time before he could move.

"So, you chose a gun." Feng Bujue continued from what he had just said, "But I said, in your current situation, this attempt is futile."

Qi Sha also sighed, "Hoo... it seems I really should practice my shooting skills in the game too."

"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instinct always made him make some self-destructive conditioned reflexes. As soon as the other party finished speaking, a second later, Brother Jue blurted out, "Are you a police officer? A soldier? A member of a shooting or hunting association?"

Qi Sha was still in surprise when Feng Bujue said again, "Looking at your expression, it seems like you don't want others to know, could it be an assassin? A spy? An older youth addicted to arcade games?"

"Uh..." Qi Sha fell into an awkward situation where he couldn't answer.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you are, I'm not interested." Feng Bujue said, struggling to raise his hand and take out the Endless Grenade Clip from his knapsack.

Seeing the other party take out a grenade, Qi Sha sensed that things were not good. He tentatively asked, "Brother Feng, in your current state, can you really throw a grenade over here?"

Feng Bujue took out the Anti-Gravity Catapult: "I don't need to consider this question at all, I just need to know the time interval from pulling the pin to the explosion, the speed of the grenade flying in a straight line, and the distance between you and me, these three quantities are enough." He took a deep breath, "The next calculation, even an elementary school student can do it."

"What do you mean..." Qi Sha's eyes were fixed on the Anti-Gravity Catapult in the other party's hand. Although he had not yet seen the specific effect of this thing, he guessed a little based on Feng Bujue's words.

"Heh heh... it means, your situation is not good." Feng Bujue smiled, "After eating my Cero (the system prompt let him know the name of the random skill), you haven't drunk a Survival Value Supplement yet, have you." As he spoke, he had prepared to launch, "If you think that you can eat the explosion damage of two Mark II grenades at close range without dying in a full-health state, then you can drink it now, otherwise... I advise you to save some game coins."

When Feng Bujue said the first half of his sentence, Qi Sha really quickly reached out to take out a Blood Vial under his reminder, but after hearing the second half, he thought for a few seconds and still put the Blood Vial back.

"Hum... haha..." Qi Sha laughed in relief. He shook his head, "Feng Bujue... this time I will remember this ID."

"Goodbye, Soloist." Feng Bujue said, pulling the grenade pin.

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Real world, S City, L Park.

The park at night was already empty, but a swing in the depths of the park was still swaying.

"Is it over already?" Vincent's hands hooked on the iron chains on both sides of the swing, slightly moving the swing back and forth.

"Hee hee hee... You're talking to me in such a bored tone, there must be a conspiracy..." Woody's figure suddenly appeared two meters in front of Vincent. He did not answer the question raised by the other party, but looked around, then pointed to another swing on Vincent's right, "That one is the 'Death Swing', right?" He paused, "You're sitting on that ordinary swing, pretending to be relaxed and comfortable, creating a psychological suggestion, actually just wanting to lure me to sit next to you and chat, and then I'll be turned into sh*t by the Death Swing."

"Heh..." Vincent couldn't help laughing, "Alas... it seems that this level of deception can only deceive Sid."

"I'm also very curious... is this thing really as powerful as the legend says?" Woody said, looking at the swing.

"Why do you think I came here?" Vincent replied.

"Oh... hee hee hee..." Woody smiled knowingly, he had the answer the moment he heard the question, "The last guy who was sent to retrieve the swing died because he was being a busybody, right?"

"That's why I wanted to lure you over to test the power of this swing," Vincent said.

"Hee hee hee... This is as inexplicable as your last attempt to kill me with a 'One-Hit Kill Tomato'," Woody laughed, "Let's talk about the bet, Feng Bujue has already won, hee hee hee hee..." He couldn't help but laugh evilly at the end.

"So he really won..." Vincent calmly replied, judging from his expression, he had already anticipated this result.

"You must be very proud now," Woody said.

"How can we, who are like you and I, dare to hope for such a heartfelt emotion as pride?" Vincent replied.

Seeing that the other party was playing Tai Chi with him, Woody then made it clear: "Before coming here, I spent about ten seconds fully speculating on your plan." He said, "I think this plan mainly consists of two parts... First, by allowing this concession of forty-eight hours, Li Ruoyu can continue to maintain a middle-to-high level of strength, so as not to enter the strongest group too early. Her game time is already relatively restrained, so the loss of two days is not too great, is it?"

Vincent smiled, basically agreeing to this.

"Second, you asked us to bet on the individuals in this war, naturally there is also a purpose." Woody said, "Six strong people gathered in a melee, it is a good thing for their growth. Even the losers cannot be said to have gained nothing, just the experience of fighting against top players is already rare." His expression changed slightly, "And the most important point is... such a script, the ultimate winner will inevitably get a reborn upgrade. Hee hee hee..." He laughed for a while, and then said, "It seems that you want to take this opportunity to create someone who can compete with Gui Xiao."

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Vincent asked rhetorically.

"Tsk tsk, sinister intentions, hee hee..." Woody's lewd laughter revealed a burst of coldness, "Before the game is about to enter the middle stage, breaking the original pattern of the top-level combat power is laying the groundwork for 'chaos'."

"Do you want to see Gui Xiao dominating alone?" Vincent said with a smile.

"Hee hee... That's not the case, but if you let me choose now, I would be like you, let the person I bet on stay behind the leading group, in a safer and more advantageous position, instead of showing his edge too early," Woody replied.

"Rather than resent me, it's better to resent Feng Bujue," Vincent said, "Even you don't know how far this chess piece in your hand can go... Then is he still considered a chess piece?"

"Hum..." Woody adjusted his glasses, "I have never regarded him as a chess piece from the beginning... People like Feng Bujue are destined to be chess players, not chess pieces.

He can only be played against, not controlled."

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A few minutes ago, game world, Gotham City.

Feng Bujue launched two grenades, sending Qi Sha out of the script.

As Qi Sha's name next to the enemy team bar turned into [Deceased], the system prompt followed closely: [The current mission is completed, all main missions are completed]

The task bar [Become the only surviving player in the script] was also checked.

[You have completed this script, automatically transported in 180 seconds]

"Hoo..." Feng Bujue swayed and stood up, looking at the night sky and letting out a long sigh.

When his Stamina Value returned to above 30 points at an extremely slow speed, he felt much better. At least there were no obstacles to lying, sitting, standing, and walking. It seemed that this value was a hurdle, and the time it took for the player's Stamina to return from 0 to 30 after being exhausted was a kind of hidden deBuff state.

"It seems that your business is over, now it's time to settle the accounts between us." At this time, Nightwing's voice came.

Feng Bujue turned his head to look, six or seven heroes of the Divine Net stood in a row, majestic and imposing.

"Tim is not dead." Feng Bujue said as soon as he opened his mouth, "The video is fake, he is still alive, in Two-Face's hands. Mr. Dent and I wanted to frame the Penguin, and anger you. This way he can become the King of the Underworld, and I... can take advantage of your loss of sanity and go out in full force, to loot the Batcave. Of course, my original plan was completely disrupted later."

In just a few words, the amount of information was quite large, and the expressions of the heroes changed several times when they heard this, with surprise, joy, and doubt each accounting for about thirty percent. In the end, Nightwing, who was leading, stood up and replied: "Even if what you said is true, the fact that you killed police officers and assisted Two-Face is also a fact, you..." He was stunned by Feng Bujue's action before he could finish his words.

Brother Jue didn't do anything else, just took out a tattered cloak.

"Some things, Bruce can never teach you." Feng Bujue did not put on the cloak, but held a corner of the fabric in one hand, letting it fly in the air.

"Don't talk to me about so-called 'crimes'," Brother Jue's tone became cadence, "In this city, there are many people who are regarded as lunatics by you, they spread anarchism and insane ways of dealing with the world.

But as long as they still know what anarchism is and what insanity is in their hearts, they still cannot be called completely crazy.

Such a group of people can still understand what 'crime' is."

As he spoke, he retreated towards the edge of the building, "But I... am different from them." He showed a strange smile, "My existence is a symbol of anarchism and insanity."

"What are you going to do!" Nightwing seemed to realize something, and stepped forward to get closer to Feng Bujue.

"Sinners can be punished, but sin cannot be extinguished. Evil itself cannot be judged, and the people who are tempted and fall into it will never disappear." Feng Bujue had already reached the edge of the rooftop at this time, and he would fall if he took another step, but he still had a smile on his face without fear, holding the cloak that was fluttering in the air in one hand, "I made my opponent take off this cloak because I don't want to fight with someone wearing this."

"Listen, jumping down from here..." Nightwing also saw what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade the other party.

"Those who defend justice will carry the beliefs and responsibilities represented by this cloak." Feng Bujue took the last step back, "And those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."

Nightwing rushed forward, trying to grab Feng Bujue, but only grabbed the cloak that was thrown out by the other party.

The frantic laughter roamed wantonly in the wind, and as Feng Bujue fell, it gradually drifted away in the night sky.

But in the end, no body landed...

That moment of madness seemed to become eternal.