Chapter 109 Spacium Ray

"Ha!" Feng Bujue shouted, taking a step back, bending his knees slightly to steady himself. Then, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and declared, "Eat this! Spacium Ray!"

"Nani!" Qisha exclaimed in surprise. Before the competition, Knife Edge had naturally investigated some intelligence on Hell's Front, but he had never heard that Feng Bujue had a Spacium Ray skill.

Two seconds later, they heard…

"Zzzzzzzzzzzz—"

The sound was not from a skill being activated, but from Feng Bujue making the sound with his own mouth. No light came from his hands either; he was just posing and trembling.

"What...are you doing?" Qisha asked, his lips twitching as he watched Feng Bujue's antics.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted. "Obviously, I'm making up moves to bluff."

"I see…" Qisha's lips were twitching, and his eyelids began to jump involuntarily. "I can do that too…"

As he said that, he stepped forward and unleashed a powerful punch: "Hundred and Four Styles: Aragami!"

Feng Bujue knew very well that the other party wasn't just talking... Qisha was really attacking.

As mentioned earlier, Hundred and Four Styles: Aragami was a fighting technique that only consumed 100 points of stamina. Its damage wasn't particularly high, but… its classification was B-Grade because… it was a "setup" move that could be linked to several follow-up skills. Once hit by this move, one could easily be taken down by a combo during the subsequent stun period.

Therefore, Brother Jue, realizing this, would definitely not meet this attack head-on.

"Ha! Too naive! Do you think I'd let you find such an opening?" Feng Bujue provoked his opponent while instantly activating [Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu-Modified], abruptly shifting to the side.

But he never expected…

Crackling sounds—

In the next second, Brother Jue's body spontaneously emitted a series of cracking sounds from his joints, and his stance suddenly faltered.

"What!" Feng Bujue was shocked. "Damn it! This body can't handle the burden of Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu…"

As soon as he thought of that, Qisha's fist was already upon him: "Hmph... I don't know why, but it looks like you've definitely made a mistake…"

With that, a small fist landed squarely on Feng Bujue's stomach.

Already unsteady, Brother Jue was sent floating more than ten centimeters into the air by the punch. The combined damage from his own skill and the external force put his body into a state of near-paralysis in a short period, making him completely unable to move.

"Just the ideal punching bag for a combo…" Qisha muttered as he prepared his follow-up move. "Then I won't be polite!"

Ping—

In the blink of an eye, Qisha exploded with fighting spirit, spun around, and launched his attack: "[Shadowless Gale Heavy Decapitating Kick]!"

This move was designed for airborne targets. The overall motion involved a sudden spin, leaping up, starting with a 720-degree triple-crossing spin kick, followed by a high-speed, shotgun-style barrage of direct kicks lasting several seconds. If all kicks hit, the target would suffer an astonishing amount of damage, taking twenty or thirty hits in four seconds.

And Feng Bujue… as Qisha said, had become a punching bag due to an unexpected mistake caused by a script setting, and was completely unable to react.

"This is bad…" Even Feng Bujue couldn't help but think, "I might die here because of this mistake!"

"Sorry, Brother Feng…" As the first two kicks hit, Qisha confidently declared his victory, "Looks like I've won... Eh? Ah? Ya—" But he couldn't finish his sentence because after the third kick, he flew over Feng Bujue's head… causing the subsequent twenty-odd kicks to miss completely.

"Are you kidding me!" About five seconds later, Qisha landed and couldn't help but complain loudly.

When he turned back, Feng Bujue had already recovered and swallowed a survival value supplement to restore his health to full.

"Ha... looks like my height saved my life…" Feng Bujue smiled, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and faced his opponent, readjusting his posture.

"Damn it... I also turned into a child, and the height ratio is basically unchanged. Logically speaking, this shouldn't have happened…" Qisha muttered thoughtfully as he turned around.

His words were a bit of a "defense" because the scene in mid-air had embarrassed him a little… It was like you threw a skill at an enemy with low health and confidently turned away… but the enemy didn't die.

"Nonsense, the height ratio hasn't changed, but your weight has become lighter…" Feng Bujue retorted, "When you were a kid, you could jump from a height higher than your ribs without feeling much; as a teenager, you'd feel pain in your feet; and if an adult did that, they might get injured. It's the same the other way around… Even if the power of the skill and your physical fitness are proportionally weakened, the actual use will still lead to deviations in the result due to changes in some physical quantities."

Obviously, the above statement was also a kind of "defense." Brother Jue used the opportunity to respond to the other party's question to explain his previous "mistake."

"Hmm… I see." Qisha nodded. "As expected of Brother Feng, you analyzed it very quickly."

"You flatter me~ you flatter me~" Feng Bujue also nodded slightly.

The two exchanged a silent, appreciative glance, using this exchange and mutual flattery to find a way to save face.

"However…" Now that the formalities were done, the politeness would end there. With the next sentence, Qisha changed the subject. "Is it really okay for you to tell me this information?"

"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue also changed his expression and tone, replying arrogantly, "Whether I say it or not… it won't have much impact on my victory."

After the words fell, the two fell into another silent standoff. The second round of confrontation… was about to begin.

Just then, another person joined the battle.

"Hehe… you two are already fighting." At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind Brother Jue.

Along with that voice came a "shadow…"

Feng Bujue turned his head at the sound and found that he was already enveloped in the tall figure of the speaker.

"It really is you, Brother Feng." Long Aomin looked down at Brother Jue, who was several heads shorter than him, and said with a smile, "Hehe… I might not have recognized you without the clothes."

"But I can recognize you even without the clothes…" Feng Bujue looked at the "child" in front of him, who was at least 1.7 meters tall and had the face of a thirty-year-old man, and sincerely complained.

"Ah… I'm just a little precocious." Brother Long replied with a smile, "I went to a sports school from a young age and was trained as a top prospect. It's a pity I didn't become a professional athlete in the end…"

Feng Bujue didn't have time to listen to this right now. Before the other party finished speaking, he slipped past Brother Long's side in a flash, running as fast as his legs could carry him, shouting as he ran, "Cheating—outrageous! The system is shameless!"

The sight of this guy running away frantically, like a stray dog, like a thirsty deer, abandoning even his bicycle…

After about two seconds of stunned silence, Qisha and Long Aomin finally reacted and exclaimed in unison, "Hey—"

They really didn't expect that Feng Bujue would shamelessly run away. After the two came back to their senses, they immediately turned around and chased after him, shouting a line that wouldn't work in 99% of the cases: "Stop right there!"

"Stop your [beep]!" Feng Bujue shouted back from a dozen meters away (due to his physical fitness, running two seconds earlier didn't allow him to create much distance). "You [beep] are telling me this is ten years old? Someone like you… wouldn't need to show ID to buy cigarettes, alcohol, or Playboy!"

"I'm developing early, what's it to you!" Brother Long was very familiar with Brother Jue, and he was already used to this level of吐槽. "If you have the guts, don't run!"

"Who cares about you? Not running is certain death!" Feng Bujue replied, "I'm warning you… I'll call the police if you chase me again!"

"Hmph… call the police?" Before Brother Long could reply, Qisha sneered from the side, "Do the police even care about children fighting?"

"Help!" Who knew, Feng Bujue immediately began to shout, "In broad daylight, in a clear and bright world! There's actually a pedophile and his trained lackey trying to catch me and take me back to [beep]!"

"What the hell?" Brother Long and Qisha were stunned. They had never seen such a shameless person in battle.

However… Feng Bujue's shouting didn't attract too much attention from passersby. First of all, there weren't many passersby to begin with; secondly, at least in the eyes of those NPCs, Brother Long was still considered a "child," maybe a teenager at most; thirdly, the three of them were wearing bizarre "Halloween-themed" costumes, which made Brother Jue's words unconvincing.

So, the three of them chased each other wildly on the community's pedestrian path… not knowing when it would end.

…………

At the same time, hundreds of miles away from the players' location.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, a business cargo plane with the Browning logo printed on its fuselage was flying steadily.

In the cockpit, a pilot in a shirt was complaining to his co-pilot: "This is a really depressing job… isn't it, buddy?"

"Huh?" The co-pilot seemed a little baffled. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The pilot continued in a teasing tone, "We're using a piece of junk converted from a World War II bomber to transport a bunch of wooden boxes filled with dead people. Am I supposed to throw a party to celebrate?"

"Is that so?" The co-pilot shrugged. "Then why don't you think about it… have our 'passengers' complained? Gotten airsick? Have they asked you for almonds?"

The pilot smiled knowingly at these words: "Hmm… you're right, this job is really good. We should be happy about it."

Like most throwaway characters in low-budget horror movies, these two guys have limited lines and very little substance, making one wonder if the screenwriter spilled coffee on his pants while writing these dialogues. However, the main purpose of this scene was still achieved, which was to convey some information to the audience.

Rumbling—

Just as the two pilots were talking, suddenly, a strange noise came from the cargo hold behind them.

Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads in sync, looking at each other, and then looked at the rear hatch together.

"I thought they were dead," the pilot joked.

"Yes, they are dead," the co-pilot replied.

After a brief silence, the pilot took off his headset and stood up. "I have to… I have to go check in the back."

"Hmm…" The co-pilot shrugged noncommittally, chewing his gum as he replied, "Okay, I'll just stay here and make some eerie noises."

So far, these two were still in a relatively relaxed state, not taking the sound too seriously.

Of course, this was also the consistent style of horror movie characters. They often scoffed at those small, strange phenomena, but at the same time, they wouldn't let them go and insisted on finding out what was going on.

And this logically contradictory behavior was the main reason why they got their death warrants…

Click—

As the cargo door was opened, the pilot quickly stepped inside.

The sides of the cargo hold were filled with large boxes covered in nets, and there was also a rectangular box in the middle that wasn't secured. For some reason, the lights in the cabin were red, which forced the pilot to use a flashlight to inspect.

In short, he simply scanned with his flashlight and found nothing unusual. But just as he was about to go back, suddenly…

Squeak—

A bat shrieked and flashed out, swooping towards him.

Seeing this, the pilot instinctively cried out and ducked to the side to dodge. After avoiding the attack, he also cursed, "Come on, come out, you beast, where are you?"

He turned around while cursing, trying to search for the bat's trail. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, what came into view… was a man in a black evening dress and a black cloak.

This "person" had a pale and horrifying complexion, a distinct facial outline, exposed fangs, and a slicked-back hairstyle.

This classic Dracula look had appeared in many literary and film works, and was basically deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Generally speaking, we would assume… that the Count would pounce on the pilot's neck in an instant and drain the blood from his body.

However, this Dracula in the *Ghoulbusters* world was a very unconventional existence.

Bang—

Even the pilot himself didn't expect that, in the next second, he would actually take a punch.

Yes, this Dracula didn't pounce on people to suck their blood, nor did he activate some cool ability… like telekinesis or hypnosis… to deal with the other party.

What he did… was simply raise a hand and cleanly punch the other party…