Chapter 1051 Fun

The darkness before Honghu’s eyes suddenly receded, and his sense of hearing and touch returned almost simultaneously.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.

The next second, he abruptly flipped over and sat up. Then, what came into his sight… was a gigantic black hand, and a familiar figure.

“Do you remember what happened?” Not far away, Feng Bujue tilted his head, looking at Honghu as he asked.

The latter frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and replied, “I was…” He cast his gaze towards the Hand of Impression, “I was slammed into the ground by it…”

As Honghu spoke, he instinctively turned his head back and glanced at the ground. At this moment, his Impression Shadow had disappeared, but Uncle Waste Chai, Tianma Xingkong, and Atobe’s shadows were still imprinted on the stone-paved road.

“What’s going on?” Honghu looked at Feng Bujue again, asking, “Did you save me?”

“Nonsense, who else could it be?” Feng Bujue shrugged, replying casually.

“Hmm… how much time is left until the mission deadline?” Honghu quickly followed up.

His first reaction wasn’t to thank Brother Jue, but to seize the time to ask some more practical questions first, in order to decide what to do next.

Of course, Feng Bujue had no objections to this; in fact, he highly approved of this approach. If it were him, he would have reacted the same way.

“Don’t worry, there are still fifteen minutes left.” Feng Bujue replied, pointing with his thumb towards his back as he spoke, “As far as I know, this place is already very close to the temple. Just get over that small slope three hundred meters away.” He paused for a moment, then pointed at the Hand of Impression opposite him with his index finger, “I can take care of this guy within ten minutes and rescue Little Ma and the others. So… we’ll have about five minutes to get there, um… it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Hmph… just because you’ve侥幸 (jiao xing – luckily) won against me twice, you’re getting carried away?” Hearing Brother Jue’s words, the Hand of Impression grew increasingly annoyed. “I won’t lose to you again!”

“Ah… why does that sound so familiar?” Feng Bujue retorted in a mocking tone, “Oh~ right, you said almost the exact same thing a few minutes ago, the only difference is that ‘once’ has now become ‘twice’.”

“Enough nonsense! Let’s go!” The Hand of Impression shouted.

“Alright, let’s go…” Feng Bujue responded, raising a hand in preparation to throw a punch.

At this moment, Honghu’s heart was filled with a mixture of shock and doubt as he secretly pondered, “What’s going on… he actually won against this guy… twice? How did he do that?”

It was understandable that he would feel confused.

Not long ago, after Honghu and the other three team members encountered the Hand of Impression, they naturally engaged in the same Rock-Paper-Scissors showdown. But… they all lost. Moreover, the four of them took turns, being defeated one by one. In other words, the last person in line had a full three rounds (at least nine turns) of observation experience, but still couldn’t defeat the Hand of Impression.

By the way, Honghu was the one who was last in line… because the other three thought that even if they all lost, it wouldn’t matter, since Honghu would definitely discern some patterns, tricks, or something from their wins and losses, and then take care of this mini-boss.

Unfortunately… Honghu didn’t see anything, which led to the current situation…

“Come on! Rock… Paper… Scissors!”

While Honghu was pondering, Brother Jue and the Hand of Impression over there had already started a new round.

“Ah ha!” Brother Jue grinned, “I won again.” He licked his lips, “Seven consecutive wins.”

“Damn it… you bastard…” Although the Hand of Impression didn’t have a mouth, its voice at this moment definitely sounded like it was “gnashing its teeth.”

“What’s going on… is it just luck? Or is it a tactic?” Honghu watched the situation in front of him nervously, thinking to himself, “But Rock-Paper-Scissors generally doesn’t involve any tactics… although I’ve heard the saying that ‘newbies will throw rock first,’ it’s useless in this kind of multi-round duel. Besides, the opponent isn’t even human; even if I wanted to judge from subtle hand gestures, eye movements, or small actions, there’s no way to do so.”

“You’re being too naive,” Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and said to Honghu.

“Ah?” Honghu was stunned upon hearing this.

“Looking at your expression, I can tell that you’re thinking… how I managed to achieve consecutive wins,” Feng Bujue continued, “Hmph… of course it’s not luck. If it were based on luck, I would have already been imprinted on the ground like you guys.”

“Then… this is?” Honghu asked doubtfully.

“I just did the same thing it did.” Feng Bujue glanced at the Hand of Impression, “Predicting what the opponent will throw in advance, and then making the gesture that can win.”

“What?” Honghu exclaimed in surprise.

“Ha… that’s why I say you’re naive,” Feng Bujue chuckled, “You really thought… it would play a normal game of Rock-Paper-Scissors with you?”

Honghu turned to glare at the Hand of Impression, “Tch… so you have some kind of instantaneous precognition ability? How despicable!”

“Enough nonsense!” The Hand of Impression retorted, “I never said I didn’t have this ability, and I never said it wasn’t allowed!”

“Hehe… well said…” Feng Bujue smiled sinisterly, “Come on, let’s continue.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the Hand of Impression played another round, and Brother Jue won again…

“Uh… damn it…” The Hand of Impression grumbled and complained.

“Again!” Feng Bujue said.

In the blink of an eye, another round passed, and Brother Jue still emerged victorious. As a result, Uncle Waste Chai recovered from the Impression Shadow.

Even though the Hand of Impression was extremely angry, it still played Rock-Paper-Scissors round after round according to Brother Jue’s demands, and in accordance with the agreement, it released one player from the Impression Shadow for every round (three turns) it lost.

Before long, all four players who had been sealed on the ground had been restored to their original state. Under Honghu’s explanation, the other three also learned about the general situation.

“Hmph… fine, you’re ruthless.” Seeing that it had lost all its bargaining chips, the Hand of Impression said menacingly, “Today, I admit defeat… end the game and get out of here with your companions.”

“I refuse.” Feng Bujue bluntly stated a shocking answer.

“What did you say?” The Hand of Impression and the other four players reacted with the same question.

“Come on, let’s continue.” As Feng Bujue spoke, he raised his hand once again.

“Wa… wait…” The Hand of Impression’s sharp voice began to tremble, “Your companions have already been restored, you still want to…”

“We can continue, right?” Feng Bujue interrupted.

“Uh… ca… can…” The Hand of Impression was obviously frightened, replying hesitantly.

“Then, if I win this round, what will happen?” Feng Bujue pressed aggressively.

“Don’t push your luck!” The Hand of Impression roared.

“Hehehe… actually, you don’t need to answer; I’ve already guessed it.” Feng Bujue smiled evilly, “You yourself will be imprinted on the ground, right?”

“Uh…” Unable to deny it, the Hand of Impression could only let out an angry growl.

“As expected…” Feng Bujue grinned maliciously, “Come on, come! Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

A rather bizarre scene unfolded; even though the Hand of Impression was ten thousand times unwilling, it still played another round of Rock-Paper-Scissors with Brother Jue. It was as if Brother Jue was the master of this “Rock-Paper-Scissors Domain.”

Two seconds later, both sides made their moves, and the result was revealed… Feng Bujue won again.

“No… don’t do this…” The Hand of Impression said nervously, “Stop it!”

“Again!” Feng Bujue shouted, and immediately another round of victory and defeat came, and he won once again.

“No! Please!” The Hand of Impression finally began to beg, “Let’s make a deal! Just name what you want! As long as it’s within my power…”

“Heh…” Feng Bujue smiled calmly, “At this moment… I only want one thing…” He looked directly at the Hand of Impression, “But… that thing doesn’t need anyone to give it to me; I’ll just take it myself…” As he said this, he raised his hand again, “One more time!”

“Ah! Ah——” The Hand of Impression howled in terror, but it still guessed that punch, the final punch…

The moment defeat descended, the Hand of Impression flipped its palm and fell towards the ground. It slammed into the ground, gradually becoming flat, as if a 3D model had been forcibly compressed into a 2D piece of paper.

“You… you… madman…” The Hand of Impression left behind a groan before being completely imprinted on the ground.

“Say what you want; I still got what I wanted…” Feng Bujue lowered his eyes to look at the giant hand shadow on the ground, saying mockingly, “…fun.”

Two seconds later, the space surrounding the players instantly expanded. It felt as if a large amount of solidified matter had suddenly dispersed into gas, except that the substance was invisible.

“Ah… good, the barrier has disappeared,” Feng Bujue said, “It’s about what I expected; we have five minutes to reach the Temple of Faith.” As he spoke, he turned around, “I’ll lead the way; I know the general direction.”

“Uh… well…” Atobe couldn’t help but interject at this moment, “Aren’t you going to explain… what just happened?”

The other three were also looking at Brother Jue with the eyes one reserves for monsters, not daring to approach him.

They were initially just amazed by Feng Bujue’s strength, but later… especially in the last two minutes, Feng Bujue’s words and actions really sent his teammates’ fear levels soaring. They couldn’t help but have the illusion that… Feng Bujue was the real villain, and that the Hand of Impression was a victim.

“Of co~urse I’ll explain.” Brother Jue replied in a drawn-out tone. This was the truth; he really liked to show off, “But the main quest only has less than five minutes left; I think it’s better to wait until we get to the Temple of Faith, what do you say?”

“Hmm… that’s right.” Honghu quickly calmed down, adding, “In any case… let’s hurry up first.”

Honghu’s response served to ease the atmosphere a little. After hearing this, the others hesitated for half a second before following Feng Bujue and quickly heading forward.