Chapter 148 Juror

More than a month later, Feng Bujue's encounter with Zhao Yingwang was a far cry from the past. In terms of combat power, Brother Jue definitely held the absolute advantage.

But… Zhao Yingwang was still one of the opponents Feng Bujue least wanted to face.

This individual player, known for his summoning abilities, was of the same type as Qisha, focusing solely on one specialization while almost completely abandoning other aspects. But it was precisely because of this that they both had a "never give up" attitude in their respective fields.

"Trying to compete with me in summoning…" Seeing that Feng Bujue had also summoned a creature to fight him, Zhao Yingwang immediately roared霸气十足 "Courting death!"

[A powerful figure brimming with killing intent, urging the Stone Golem's giant strength, unleashes an earth-shattering technique. The surrounding scenery sways, the airflow explodes, and Feng Bujue and the Martial Soul behind him are intimidated by this destructive force. Before the move arrives, the momentum falters.]

[And at this moment…]

The narrator's tone shifted, and an anomaly suddenly arose.

From a high place dozens of meters away, a cold light flashed, and instantly, a light arrow shot over, aiming for the Stone Golem's arm.

Zhao Yingwang reacted instantly, commanding the Stone Golem to pause for a half-step, avoiding the arrow's sharp point.

[The swan goose draws its bow, the heavens and earth are shaken.]

[Heh~]

[A soft shout, the string is released, and the arrow flies. Piercing the wind and clouds, faster than a meteor. The Blazing Spirit Arrow pierces through the air, unveiling a brand-new battle.]

At this moment, Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief. When he discovered that the Stone Golem's heavy punch was imbued with a skill, he realized that the situation was not good. Now that this arrow had arrived, it had helped him. He quickly had Ma Sun retract his attack and retreat several zhang with him.

As for Zhao Yingwang, his gaze had already turned to the direction from which the arrow had come, and he muttered, "Tch… You're here to join the fun too?"

"This final is already a free-for-all, what's this about joining the fun?" Honghu's figure appeared on top of a nearby building. He said in an even tone, "Speaking of which… this narrator really knows how to embellish things, who would shout 'Heh~' when attacking?"

"Eh? Glasses-bro." Feng Bujue also looked up and saw the other party. "What a coincidence."

Honghu adjusted his glasses and snorted coldly, "Brother Feng, you should really change your habit of giving people nicknames."

"Oh? You two know each other?" Zhao Yingwang's expression changed slightly. "Hmph… so… you're planning a two-on-one?"

"Not at all, not at all." Honghu shook his head. "I'm not here to help anyone." He looked at Zhao Yingwang. "I just want to settle things with Brother Ying and have a one-on-one showdown."

In fact, there was no real grudge between them, but as well-known individual professional players, they were inevitably compared by fans. Over time, they both felt… shouldn't they have a match and determine who was superior?

"Good!" Feng Bujue lengthened his voice in a cadenced tone, shouting "Good!" He put on a righteous expression. "Since that's the case, you two can take your time, I'll take my leave." He cupped his fist in salute and turned to slip away, truly shameless…

"Hold on!" Honghu called out to Brother Jue.

"What?" Feng Bujue turned his head back, putting on a sour face full of displeasure, and squinted. "Didn't you say you wanted to fight him one-on-one?"

"Yes." Honghu smiled slightly. "However, there's still one here…" As he spoke, a tall, dark shadow appeared on his left hand side. "He seems very interested in you."

"Tch…" Feng Bujue clicked his tongue in annoyance, thinking to himself, "I knew this guy came prepared. With his intelligence and scheming, he should have waited until I finished fighting Zhao Yingwang, or until a crucial moment, before launching a surprise attack. But now he's showing himself directly and specifying that he wants to duel Zhao Yingwang…

This is obviously not his style… Even if he's very confident in the strength of his companion beside him, there's no need to rush to show himself, two people can still wait until…"

Feng Bujue's thoughts were interrupted because, at this moment, he saw the appearance of the dark shadow beside Honghu clearly.

In an instant, all the questions were answered.

"I see…" Feng Bujue raised his voice and said to Honghu, "This one… you met on the road, right…"

Honghu replied, "That's right, this 'Juror' seems eager to find you, so… I took him around to search." He pushed up his glasses. "My Investigation specialization is quite good, you know."

"Using an NPC to deal with me…" Feng Bujue laughed. "Heh… that's more like your style." He shook his head, spread his hands, and feigned helplessness. "You get two points for personally killing Zhao Yingwang, and one point for using an NPC to kill me. Although it seems like you're only taking three points out of five, it's a relatively safe three points. And… for seed players like me, the sooner we die, the better, because I haven't gotten many points yet." He paused for a moment. "As expected of a 'Strategist,' while others are thinking about 'how to kill more people,' you're already thinking about 'how to stop the most promising seed players from getting more points.'"

"Hey hey… don't talk like he's already succeeded." Zhao Yingwang said. "I don't think I'll lose."

While the players were talking, the Juror had slid down the surface of the building and now stood directly in front of Feng Bujue.

"Feng, Bu, Jue." He pronounced each word clearly. "A seat has been reserved for you on the defendant's bench of the Court of Truth."

This Juror, sure enough… was not an individual either. In terms of appearance, it was actually a large… Hitmonlee (one of the monsters in 《Pokemon》, with brown skin all over its body, three fingers on each hand, and bone-colored spring-like legs, a fighting-type Pokemon who is good at leg techniques).

"Let me guess…" Feng Bujue said, "The charge is 'Spreading Chaos'?"

"That's just one of your charges," the Juror said.

"Hmph… that's just one of the charges you've set," Feng Bujue said. "But what obligation do I have to abide by your set of rules?"

"The Court of Truth has the right to adjudicate any evil in the multiverse," the other party replied. "Do you think sophistry and ignoring it will help you escape a fair trial?"

"Fair?" Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly revealed an evil smile. "In my opinion… death is the fairest thing. Everyone will die, but… not everyone can live the way they want."

"Arrogant words…" the other party said. "Are you even trying to infect me with chaos?"

Zhao Yingwang stood by and watched the conversation between the two, thinking to himself, "Brother Feng, I thought you were just good at attracting hatred among players, but I didn't expect you to be famous in the NPC world… Just entering a script and being hunted down by the Four Pillars God's men… If I wasn't streaming, I'd really want to express my admiration."