“Huh?” Feng Bujue, upon hearing Mama Huhu's rather high-sounding words, revealed a look of disdain. “Your tone isn’t exactly modest…”

“Hmph…” Mama Huhu chuckled. “Young man…do you think…this old man is taking advantage of his age and spouting nonsense?” He didn’t wait for Jue-ge to respond, but continued on his own. “Heh heh heh…Youth has its strength, I agree. But…”

As he spoke, Mama Huhu widened his stance into a horse stance, slowly raising his arms, adopting a fighting posture.

His speed wasn't particularly fast, but his flowing movements created multiple afterimages in the eyes of onlookers. His Dou Qi wasn't particularly strong, but the restrained and deep power made the surrounding air heavy.

“The battles of martial artists aren’t purely contests of physical strength…” Mama Huhu continued, “Even if one's physical strength has passed its peak, the experience of battle, the realm of martial arts…will become increasingly profound with the sedimentation of time.”

“Is that so…” The powerful enemy right in front of him had already adopted a battle stance, but Feng Bujue remained unmoved, replying with a mocking tone, “Then I really must learn a thing or two…Ah!” Before he could finish, Jue-ge seemed to suddenly see something. In an instant, his expression changed drastically, and he raised his arm, pointing at the desert to the side and shouting, “Batmobile!”

Perhaps it was because his expression was too realistic, or perhaps it was because his shout was too desperate…

In any case, everyone present—the Rabbit Star people, even the three players from Shi Dao—all turned their heads at that moment, looking in the direction Jue-ge pointed…

“Ugh!”

In that split second, Feng Bujue suddenly struck, stabbing his kitchen knife into Mama Huhu's chest…The latter immediately let out a scream, turning his head back to glare at Jue-ge with an expression that said, "You tricked me!"

The others (rabbits), who had turned their heads back after hearing the scream, were all dumbfounded upon seeing the situation…Even the quickest to react took five or six seconds to understand what had just happened.

“So, as I was saying…the battles of martial artists aren’t purely contests of physical strength…” A few seconds later, Feng Bujue looked triumphantly at the dying Mama Huhu, repeating the other's words and adding, “Intelligence is also very important.” With that, he abruptly pulled back his kitchen knife.

As the blood dripped from the knife onto the sand, Mama Huhu fell backward onto the ground, his eyes wide open, unwilling to die.

“Too…too despicable!”

“Are you kidding me? That works?”

“This guy actually used such a childish trick…”

“…Another Boss-level NPC taken down…”

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone play the game like this…”

At this time, the viewers watching the livestream completely exploded.

Feng Bujue's actions were undeniably shameless, but in a way…shamelessly admirable.

The move he had just pulled off seemed, at first glance, to lack any technical skill, belonging more to the sort of dirty tricks children use when fighting. But a closer look revealed…he used it brilliantly.

Because no one would have expected…that he would use such a method in that situation.

Imagine, if it were Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue in a duel…the two sides struck a pose, exchanged a few cold, ambiguous words, and were about to fight when suddenly, Ximen Chuixue put on a shocked face, pointing to the sky behind Ye Gucheng and shouting: “Look! Pigs are flying in the sky!”

If that kind of thing really happened, then I think…Ye Gucheng would definitely turn around to look.

In fact, it is almost a human instinct. As long as the person pointing and shouting performs convincingly, naturally, and suddenly enough…anyone would turn their head to look without thinking.

And Feng Bujue used this psychological blind spot to successfully complete a one-hit kill.

…………

“What is this? Can this even be considered a so-called super expert? The tactics he’s using are too low-end, right?”

At this time, in the game's No. 6 Livestream Zone (a superimposed space similar to a mall, each with a number, the area has many large screens, players can freely choose to stop and watch in front of which screen), four young men wearing uniform clothes stood together, one of them looking at the livestream screen with a contemptuous tone and a rather high volume.

The man speaking, ID [Imagawa Gi], had a thin face and a pair of very distinctive eyebrows, looking as if they were painted on, bright and energetic.

“Yeah…some people even say he belongs to the same level of strength as Swallowing Heaven Ghost, Shiva…” A slightly short and stout man next to Imagawa Gi, ID [Tokugawa Chu], chimed in.

“Heh…I’ve indeed seen his competition recordings from S1, but in my opinion, that’s all he is…” Another man standing with them, ID [Hojo Wa], also said at this time, “Speaking at the level of around Level 30, I don’t think I would lose to him.”

“Hmph…there’s nothing strange about that.” Finally, the last of the four, a red-faced man with the ID [Toyotomi Hei], sneered, “It can only be said that the overall level of Chinese players is too low. If you want to say that they have something that others can’t match…Hmph…perhaps it’s just their numbers.”

“Heh…the so-called foolish people with lots of money…” Imagawa Gi replied with a smile.

“But it’s really annoying…” Tokugawa Chu said again at this moment, “If elites like our ‘Sengoku Studio’ had entered this game earlier, then during S1…there wouldn’t have been a chance for those second-rate goods to perform, right?”

The few of them just stood in a very conspicuous location, saying these words very arrogantly, and without any intention of lowering their voices. Many players who heard their conversation nearby clearly showed displeasure, disgust, or anger, but no one went up to argue with them.

The main reason…was naturally because there were guard robots managing things in the game, so going up to slap them was not allowed. And another reason was because these guys with the "Sengoku" badge embroidered on their uniforms…were indeed well-known strong players, and also strong dark horses in this S2 competition.

In fact…not long after the end of S1, this "Sengoku Studio," entirely composed of Japanese professional players, had quietly entered Thriller Paradise and appeared on the Guild Comprehensive Strength List in a very short period of time.

In the S2 competition, the Sengoku Guild sent a total of two teams to participate, and both teams entered the rematch. And the four people in front of them…were precisely "Sengoku Team Two."

“I see…” Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind the four members of Sengoku Team Two, “The recently rising ‘Sengoku’…is nothing more than this.”

“Nani?” Hearing these words, Imagawa, Tokugawa, Hojo, and Toyotomi all turned their heads together, glaring fiercely at the speaker.

“You are…” Toyotomi Hei looked at the ID displayed above the other person’s head, and his expression immediately changed, “The [Honghu] from the ‘Worthless Alliance’ team?”

“Precisely.” Honghu adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, replying with a smile.

“Hmph…who do you think you are…” Imagawa Gi snorted coldly, “You’re just a guy that no studio would even take in, and you’re still audaciously commenting on elites like us…saying ‘nothing more than this’…”

“Heh…yes, I’m just an ordinary player with very average skill. However…I see what Feng Bujue just did with more clarity than you ‘elites’…” Honghu’s tone was obviously sarcastic when he said those two words. “…do.”

“What do you mean?” Hojo Wa heard the implied meaning in his words, so he asked in a deep voice.

“What do I mean…” Honghu shrugged his shoulders, replying in a pretentious manner, “I think…some things are better left unsaid, instead of clearly stating them, it’s better to give a hint and let others think for themselves. Heh…” He smiled, “It’s like teaching elementary school students math problems, if you directly give them the answer, they still won’t know how to do it when they get a different problem; but if you teach them the way of solving the problem…”

“Who are you calling an elementary school student?” Tokugawa Chu was provoked by Honghu’s insulting words, and immediately became agitated, taking a step forward…as if he was about to hit someone.

“Don’t be impulsive…” Toyotomi Hei blocked him with his arm, giving his teammate a look, “Don’t be provoked so easily.”

“Yeah, there are guard robots here, violence is not allowed.” Honghu replied fearlessly, “So it’s best if everyone pays attention when they speak…it doesn’t mean that people around you agree with you just because they don’t come up and slap you…maybe they’re just enduring you.” He spread his hands and shook his head, “People who are annoying and don’t even realize it are not just annoying…but stupid.”

When he said these words, many players nearby showed approving expressions, and there were faint laughter coming from the crowd. Basically, everyone was using their eyes or actions to say to Honghu—"Well done."

“What…exactly do you want to say?” Toyotomi Hei was, after all, the captain of Sengoku Team Two, and his personality was more stable than those of his teammates, so he suppressed his anger and asked again.

“It’s very simple…I just want to kindly remind everyone that you’ve greatly underestimated Feng Bujue…” Honghu’s eyes sharpened when he said this, and his tone turned cold, “This guy…is much more dangerous than you think.”

He paused for two seconds, then continued: “Since you say his tactics are low-end, nothing more than that…then I would like to ask everyone to consider a few questions…” Honghu’s gaze swept across the faces of the four, “What kind of tactics are high-end?”

The four members of Sengoku Team Two were not strategists, and if Honghu, who was known as a mastermind, asked them this, they naturally wouldn’t rashly respond.

“Tactics, in the end…are just means to achieve a goal.” Honghu continued when he saw that none of them spoke, “As long as it’s ‘effective’, what’s wrong with simple and clear tactics?” He paused again, glancing at the large screen in the distance, “From a tactical level, Feng Bujue’s approach is first ‘unexpected’ and second ‘extremely effective’. Everyone, ask yourselves…if it were you, could you immediately think of such a tactic in that situation and successfully implement it?” He continued in a very frank tone, “Anyway…I can’t. To be honest, even if I really thought of such an idea, I might not be able to make the NPC turn his head, and even if I really made that NPC turn his head…I wouldn’t have the confidence to end the other person’s life with a sneak attack. It’s the same as the story of ‘Columbus and the egg’, no matter how dismissive the onlookers are of the result afterward, before seeing this result…not to mention asking you to do it, you can’t even break through your way of thinking…”

Having heard this, the four members of Sengoku were speechless.

“Hmph…no wonder you’re the ‘strategist’ Honghu.” A few seconds later, Toyotomi Hei snorted coldly, “We’ve been taught…” As he said this, he turned his head to his teammates and said, “Let’s go…”

At this moment, the surrounding players were all looking at them with a "watching a loser fail to show off" demeanor, and they undoubtedly couldn’t stay any longer.

“Hopefully…there will be an opportunity to actually experience your strategy in the competition…” But before leaving, Toyotomi Hei didn’t forget to leave a harsh remark for Honghu, “After all…there are many people in this world who are good at talking, but not all of them are truly capable.”

“Heh…” Honghu replied with a smile, “Then please…look forward to it.”

…………

On the other hand, in the desert.

“You despicable bastard! How dare you do that to Colonel and Mama Huhu…” Didiwei was completely enraged after witnessing Feng Bujue's actions. He was so angry that he couldn’t speak clearly, sputtering out words in fragments, “I…I’m going to tear you to pieces with my own hands!”

“Wait a minute!” At this moment, Sanyu Qiangxi shouted softly, taking a few steps forward with two teammates, and said, “Mr. Tianguan, we warned you before…this Feng Bujue is very strong and very cunning, but Colonel and Mama Huhu were still careless…” He glanced at Jue-ge, “Now is not the time to act on impulse…he still has three companions whose whereabouts are unknown, and they might be hiding somewhere in the dark, preparing to ambush us. Counting that way…we don’t have the advantage in numbers.”

“Yeah…” Reborn as King also chimed in, “So…I suggest that we be cautious and all four of us go together!”

“Ha! Hahahaha…” Feng Bujue immediately let out a super mocking laugh upon hearing their words, “What are you doing? The six major sects besieging Bright Peak?” As he spoke, he sidestepped, pinching his face into a pointed, monkey-like appearance, and squeaked in a high-pitched voice, “Don’t talk about martial morality with this kind of demonic heretic! Everyone, attack together!”

After speaking, he stood back in place, changing his face in a second, and sighed solemnly: "Alas…to be honest, I have never stopped you from attacking together. It's just that you came up one by one, thinking you could handle me on your own."

In the next second, Jue-ge spread out his hands, shouting with arrogant flamboyance: "Stop judging my intentions with your petty minds! When I said that I would handle all of you, I meant all of you, alone. Who cares if you're ganging up…hurry up and come forward to die!"