“Saint, can you hear me? Saint?” Damian shouted into the communicator several times, but there was no response. He wondered, Is my communicator malfunctioning?

“Damian.” Suddenly, Nightwing's voice came from the other end.

“Hey, what's going on, Dick? Where's Saint?” Damian asked.

“Someone attacked the Batcave,” Nightwing replied.

“What!” Not only Damian, but the attendant next to him was also shocked to hear this.

“Don't worry, Saint and Alfred are fine, they were just tied up,” Nightwing said.

“What about the Batcave? How much damage is there?” Damian asked.

Nightwing hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “For now, it seems the other party didn't cause much damage. I haven't detected any bombs or listening devices with my equipment either.” He paused, his tone a little strange, and said, “It's just… that person stole a whole set of Batsuits, and… Bruce's cape (after sacrificing himself alongside Darkseid, Superman and Wonder Woman sent Batman's cape back to the Batcave, the one he wore before his death. Nightwing is referring to this one).”

“Do we know who did it?” Damian asked.

“Who else could it be? A dimension traveler, of course,” Nightwing replied.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Damian asked.

“Not for now,” Nightwing continued, “I'll settle Barbara and Alfred down, and come help you as soon as possible. Until then… just let them fight.”

“Understood.”

…………

On the other side, Shiva and Feng Bujue's deadly battle had entered a fever pitch.

“Hmph… finally can't maintain it anymore, huh?” Shiva keenly noticed the faint red aura around Feng Bujue's body disappear, indicating that his continuous skill for enhancing physical fitness had stopped.

“It hasn't reached the point where I absolutely have to stop,” Feng Bujue naturally knew that Shiva was referring to the Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu (Gathering Spirit Skill), he smiled, “It's just… I don't think it's necessary to use this move anymore.”

“Is that so!” Shiva said, launching another set of continuous attacks.

“I have to thank you for your high-intensity, continuous attacks,” Feng Bujue said calmly, retreating and dodging, “allowing me to adapt to this new ability in a very short time.” As he said this, he suddenly flashed and came behind his opponent, “Now I can keep up with the rhythm of this battle, and I don't need the auxiliary support of that skill.”

“New ability?” Shiva laughed, “Hmph… what a joke, you haven't obtained any equipment, nor have you gained any skills, nor have you drunk any buff potions. What ability have you gained in this battle?” He turned and kicked sideways, sweeping his leg back, “You don't mean to tell me that you suddenly comprehended some martial arts technique during the game, do you?”

“You wouldn't understand even if I told you,” Feng Bujue slightly tilted his body, looking at the leg sweeping across his face with an almost decadent gaze, “You can slowly ponder it after you return to the landing space.” He actually grabbed Shiva's ankle with one hand, and using the force of the opponent's own kick, flung him out, throwing him towards a street lamp post.

Bang—crack—

Shiva's back slammed heavily into the lamp post, breaking the thick iron pole. Only he knew how much pain he was in. At this moment, his only consolation was that the posture at the time of the impact was fairly proper, and the armor provided the most obvious protection to his torso, so his spine wasn't broken.

“So this is [Soul Intent]…” Feng Bujue thought to himself. His inner feelings were very complicated at this time. He had a feeling that those previous twenty-eight levels were a complete waste of time. “If I had comprehended this thing earlier, I might have even been able to take down the GM…”

“You…” Shiva stood up again, the six stone disks gathered around him, and he had unconsciously switched to a defensive stance. “You wouldn't happen to be that anonymous person ranked fourth on the combat power list, would you…”

“No,” Feng Bujue answered this question with a indifferent expression, and stepped forward.

How could Shiva sit still and wait for death? The six stone disks fired in unison, and eighteen beams of light intertwined into a large net, enveloping Feng Bujue.

“I'll show you something interesting…” Feng Bujue said, and actually faced the light screen, stretching forward and lunging.

In a few seconds, a series of clanging sounds rang out, and many brilliant light explosions burst around Feng Bujue.

Shiva couldn't see the opponent's movements at all. In his sight, only the afterimages of Ge-ge’s arms used to respond to the attack were visible.

Facing the eighteen beams of light sweeping and scattering towards him, Feng Bujue didn't know what kind of methods he used, but he actually created this overwhelming sky-covering of light and shadow.

After this wave of attacks was completely resolved, Shiva could see clearly that Feng Bujue was holding a glowing death poker card between the index and middle fingers of each hand.

“You used two cards to scatter the Tian Wu Sha Lou (Heavenly Dance Hourglass) light beams?” Shiva couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

“Is it unreasonable?” Feng Bujue said, “Actually, you can do it too. In terms of speed, I am only equivalent to forty percent of your level right now.”

“Nonsense…” Shiva obviously didn't believe this.

“It's normal that you don't believe it, but… please imagine,” Feng Bujue smiled, “Assuming the system can perfectly replicate this wave of light beam attacks, without the slightest difference, and you have ten chances to try the actions I just did.” He paused for two seconds, giving the other party time to think, “Do you think your probability of success would increase at all?”

Shiva was slightly stunned, “Ten times is far from enough.”

“That's right, ten times isn't enough, but what about a hundred times? A thousand times?” Feng Bujue said, “As long as, in theory, your physical fitness can support you in completing this set of actions, then, after countless attempts, there will eventually be a successful example.”

“That's because, in the process of repeated attempts, my proficiency in dealing with this set of attacks will increase. I will gradually remember the angle and timing of the light beams, and adapt to their speed. Even so, it still takes a certain amount of luck to succeed,” Shiva followed Ge-ge’s line of thought. “But you succeeded in one shot, how do you explain that?”

“First of all, you have to look at this issue from a probabilistic point of view. 0 means the event does not occur, 1 means the event occurs, and the situation greater than 0 and less than 1 is like what I just did…” Feng Bujue replied, “According to the principle that small probability events are bound to occur—after a random event is repeated countless times, as long as the probability of occurrence is not 0, the result will occur.” He tapped his temple lightly with one finger, “What I did was just repeat the process of those hundreds or thousands of attempts in my mind.”

“You might as well not explain it,” Shiva said, “It's getting more and more outrageous…”

“Still don't understand? This kind of calculation is just a matter of a moment. The human brain cannot be compared to any computer in the world,” Feng Bujue spread his hands, his eyes sweeping around, “Don't forget, we are in a virtual world.” He patted his chest, “Our characters are just data.

I just realized it… Thriller Paradise's light brain is very unusual…

This game has broken through a certain limit, and is very different from other nerve-linked games. Not only has the system not ‘restricted’ our brains, but it also has a tendency to stimulate and develop them.”

“You've watched too many movies…” Shiva replied. He didn't mind chatting with the other party for a few more words, because he was currently at a disadvantage. He could take advantage of this gap to think of countermeasures, and also allow the light beam attacks of the stone disks to cool down again.

“Alas… some things can only be ‘enlightened’ by oneself, and even if others explain them, they can't be taught,” Feng Bujue sighed, “Let me put it this way, at this moment, the gap between you and me is not a gap in hard power, but a gap in ‘realm’.”

“Are you going to say next… that the world in your eyes is full of green data streams, and that you can fly?” Shiva complained.

“It's just the beginning now,” Feng Bujue actually replied with a thoughtful and serious expression, “Flying is only a matter of time.”

“I suggest you log off immediately and get a psychiatric evaluation…” Shiva really thought the other party had a problem with his brain this time.

“No need, I just did one a few months ago, no big deal,” Feng Bujue replied immediately. He was telling the truth. During his stay in the hospital, due to his strange illness, he had almost checked all the items that could be checked in the hospital.

“No big deal… so there is one…” Shiva's scare value fluctuated again.

“It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, we're not that familiar,” Feng Bujue said, “The dignified leader of the gods, dawdling with me to delay time, what kind of demeanor is that?” He pointed out the other party's intention in one sentence.

Shiva replied somewhat angrily, “Then come again.” Anyway, his stone disks had cooled down again.

“Hmph… boring to the extreme,” Feng Bujue snorted coldly, and with a movement of his feet, rushed forward.

Now Ge-ge can preset a set of the most sharp movements in his mind before acting, which only takes a moment, and the implementation is accurate and error-free.

Therefore, the obstruction of the light beams has become meaningless. In fact, Shiva's resistance was also futile. If he didn't have a considerable advantage in strength and speed, and his fighting experience was extremely rich, he would have been finished within three moves.

Feng Bujue, who had adapted to [Soul Intent], switched from defense to offense, wielding two cards, dancing like blades, and after more than ten moves, blood was already seen sealing the throat.

In horror, Shiva's survival value plummeted, and after struggling for a few more moves, he finally turned into white light and was killed out of the script…