Chapter 97 Imprint

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

He opened his eyes and found himself趴ying on the ground.

The next second, he suddenly flipped over and sat up. Then, what came into his view... was a huge black hand and a familiar figure.

"Do you remember what happened?" Not far away, Feng Bujue tilted his head and asked Honghu.

The latter frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and replied, "I was..." He turned his gaze to the Imprint Hand, "was slapped into the ground by it..."

As Honghu spoke, he instinctively turned his head and glanced at the ground. At this time, his shadow had disappeared, but Uncle Useless, Tianma Xingkong, and Atobe's shadows were still imprinted on the stone road.

"What's going on?" Honghu looked at Feng Bujue again and asked, "Did you save me?"

"Nonsense, who else could it be?" Feng Bujue shrugged, replying easily.

"Um... how much time is left in the mission?" Honghu quickly followed up.

His first reaction was not 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 objection to this. In fact, he very much agreed with this approach; he would have reacted the same way.

"Don't worry, there are fifteen minutes left." Feng Bujue replied, pointing behind him with his thumb as he spoke, "As far as I know, it's very close to the Shrine, just over that small slope three hundred meters away." He paused, then pointed at the Imprint Hand opposite him with his index finger, "I can deal with this guy in 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侥幸won against me twice doesn't mean you can get carried away!" The Imprint Hand was increasingly annoyed by Brother Jue's words. "I won't lose to you again!"

"Ah... why does that sound so familiar?" Feng Bujue retorted sarcastically, "Oh~ right, you said almost the same thing a few minutes ago, the only difference is that 'once' has now become 'twice.'"

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!" The Imprint Hand shouted.

"Okay, let's go..." Feng Bujue responded, raising a hand as he prepared to throw a punch.

At this moment, Honghu's heart was filled with surprise and doubt as he mused, "What's going on... he actually won against this guy... twice? How did he do that?"

It was understandable that he would feel疑惑.

Not long ago, after Honghu and the other three team members encountered the Imprint Hand, they naturally made the same rock-paper-scissors决battle. But... they all lost. And the four of them took turns, being defeated one by one. In other words, the person ranked last had a full three games (at least nine rounds) of观战experience, but still failed to defeat the Imprint Hand.

By the way, Honghu was the last one... because the other three all believed that even if they all failed, it didn't matter, because Honghu would definitely洞悉some patterns or诀窍from their victories and defeats, and then solve this small boss.

Unfortunately... Honghu didn't see anything, which led to the current situation...

"Come on! Rock... paper... scissors!"

While Honghu was思索ing, Brother Jue and the Imprint Hand had already started a new round.

"Ah ha!" Brother Jue smiled, "I won again." He licked his lips, "Seven straight wins."

"Damn... you guy..." Although the Imprint Hand didn't have a mouth, its voice at the moment definitely sounded "咬牙切齿".

"What's going on... just pure luck? Or tactics?" Honghu nervously watched the situation before him,念ing in his heart, "But there generally aren't any tactics in rock-paper-scissors... Although I've also heard the saying that 'newbies will throw rock first,' it's useless in this kind of prolonged duel. Besides, the opponent isn't even human, so even if you wanted to judge from subtle gestures,眼神, or小动作, there's no way to do it."

"You're too naive." Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and said to Honghu.

"Ah?" Honghu was stunned upon hearing this.

"Looking at your expression, I know you're thinking about... how I'm getting these连胜." Feng Bujue continued, "Hmph... of course it's not luck. If I relied on luck, I would have been imprinted on the ground like you guys long ago."

"Then... this is?" Honghu asked疑地.

"I just did the same thing as it." Feng Bujue glanced at the Imprint Hand, "Predict in advance what the opponent will throw, and then make the gesture that can win."

"What?" Honghu exclaimed惊地.

"Ha... that's why I say you're天真." Feng Bujue laughed, and said, "You really thought... it would play normal rock-paper-scissors with you?"

Honghu turned his head to stare at the Imprint Hand and said, "Tch... so you have some kind of instant prediction ability? That's too卑鄙!"

"Stop啰嗦ing!" The Imprint Hand replied, "I never said I didn't have this ability, and I didn't say it wasn't allowed to use it either!"

"Hehe... well said..." Feng Bujue smiled阴险地, "Come, continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the Imprint Hand played another round, and Brother Jue won again...

"Uh... damn it..." The Imprint Hand complained骂骂咧咧地.

"Again!" Feng Bujue said.

In the blink of an eye, another round passed, and Brother Jue still prevailed. As a result, Uncle Useless recovered from the拓影.

Although the Imprint Hand was异常恼怒, it still played rock-paper-scissors round after round, as required by Brother Jue, and in accordance with the agreement, each time it lost a game (three rounds), it would release a player from the拓影.

Before long, all four players who had been sealed on the ground had returned to their original state. With Honghu's explanation, the other three also learned the general situation.

"Hmph... I'll give it to you." Seeing that it had lost all its筹码, the Imprint Hand said恶狠狠地, "Today, I admit defeat... end the game, and take your companions and滚."

"I refuse." Feng Bujue said干脆利落地with a令人震惊的answer.

"What did you say?" The Imprint Hand and the other four players all reacted this way.

"Come, continue." Feng Bujue said, raising his hand again.

"Wait... wait..." The Imprint Hand's尖锐 voice began to颤抖, "Your companions have all been restored, you still want to..."

"We can continue, right?" Feng Bujue interrupted.

"Uh... can... can..." The Imprint Hand was obviously胆怯, stammering as it replied.

"Then, if I win this game, what will happen?" Feng Bujue asked咄咄逼手地.

"Don't go too far!" The Imprint Hand咆哮ed.

"Hehehe... actually, you don't need to answer, I've already guessed it." Feng Bujue laughed异常邪恶地, "You yourself will be拓印ed onto the ground, right?"

"Uh..." The Imprint Hand couldn't deny it, only making an angry low吟.

"As expected..." Feng Bujue grinned狞笑着, "Come on, come! Rock! Paper! Scissors!"

A rather strange scene occurred. Although the Imprint Hand was千万个 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领域".

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

"No... don't do this..." The Imprint Hand said紧张地, "Stop it!"

"Again!" Feng Bujue喝ed, and immediately another round of victory and defeat, and he won again.

"No! I beg you!" The Imprint Hand finally began to哀求, "Let's talk a business deal! You can ask for anything you want! As long as it's within my power..."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled淡然地, "At this moment... I only want one thing..." He looked directly at the Imprint Hand, "But... that thing doesn't need anyone else to give me, I'll just take it myself..." As he spoke, he raised his hand again, "Again!"

"Ah! Ah--" The Imprint Hand cried out惊恐地, but it still guessed that punch, the last punch...

At the moment when failure descended, the Imprint Hand flipped its palm down and fell towards the ground. It slammed into the ground and gradually became flattened, like a 3D model being forced into a 2D piece of paper.

"You... this...疯子..." The Imprint Hand left a呻吟 before it was completely imprinted into the ground.

"Say what you want, I still got what I wanted..." Feng Bujue垂目looked at the giant hand shadow on the ground and said戏谑地, "...乐趣."

Two seconds later, the space around the players瞬时 expanded. It felt as if a large amount of solidified substance had suddenly散 into gas, except that the substance was invisible.

"Ah... good, the结界 has disappeared." Feng Bujue said, "It's about what I expected, we have five minutes left to get to the Faith Shrine." As he spoke, he had already turned around, "Next, I'll lead the way, I know the approximate location."

"Uh... that what..." Atobe couldn't help but插嘴 at this time, "Aren't you going to explain... what that was all about?"

The other three were also looking at Brother Jue with妖怪般的眼神 at this moment, afraid to approach him.

At first, they were just amazed at Feng Bujue's strength, but later... especially Feng Bujue's words and deeds in the last two minutes, really made the teammates'惊吓value soared. They couldn't help but have a错觉... that Feng Bujue was the real 反派 Boss, and that the Imprint Hand was a受害者.

"Of~ course I'll explain." Brother Jue lengthened his tone as he replied, which was the truth. He really liked to炫耀, "But there's less than five minutes left in the main quest, I think we should wait until we get to the Faith Shrine, how about that?"

"Um... that's right." Honghu quickly冷静下来, 接道, "In short... everyone should hurry on their way."

Honghu's response算是緩和了一下气氛. After hearing this, everyone hesitated for half a second before following and walking quickly with Feng Bujue.