Chapter 146 Chess Player, Not a Piece

He was fortunate that Feng Bujue had drunk a Survival Value Supplement before making his move, otherwise, he might have died from exhaustion due to the overload of activating his skill.

However, his Stamina Value had ultimately reached zero, and he immediately felt a complete loss of strength, his body uncontrollably collapsing.

At the same time, the intensified Cero had completely shattered the Pegasus Comet Fist and engulfed Qisha's figure.

"Good heavens… I can't believe it…" Gordon lowered his binoculars, marveling at the black shockwave that pierced the sky.

Even the knowledgeable Nightwing wore a surprised expression. This time, even he felt like finding heroes from outside Gotham City to help.

"Chief! Did you see that! My God!" The officers in the two helicopters saw it even more clearly, and now they were all holding their radios, incoherently describing the spectacle they had witnessed.

After the collision of the two ultimate moves, a rough chasm appeared on the roof of Wayne Tower, and the two who had unleashed the attacks were now lying on the ground.

Qisha lay on his back, gasping for breath. In the seconds he was directly hit by the Cero, his body felt as if it had been doused in magma, and he felt as if all the cells in his body were about to evaporate.

After the Cero, his Batsuit was tattered, about sixty to seventy percent destroyed, while the game clothing worn underneath was nearly intact under the system's protection.

If Qisha's Batsuit had been bought from the "Scary Box," the legendary item would not have been easily damaged. But as it stood, the Batsuit he was wearing was equipment acquired on the spot in the script and could not be taken out. In other words, this set of equipment was in its original "DC Universe environment," so it was not protected by the system and continued to obey the inherent physical laws of this universe.

For example, the Coldblood Armor being destroyed by the RPG was the same principle. If there was a version of the Coldblood Armor that could be taken out of the script, then as long as a player wore it, it might not be shattered even if it was hit by a missile (of course, the player would still have to swallow the portion of the damage that exceeded the defense). But a version that could not be taken out of the script had to follow the settings of the current world. The material ultimately had a limit to its endurance; destructive force exceeding this limit could destroy it.

"Hehehe… Hahahaha…" After catching his breath, Qisha laughed loudly at the sky, "To think you still had such a trump card… Hahahaha…" He rose while laughing, "Unbelievable…" His laughter revealed a heartfelt joy, but also a hint of helplessness, "I really can't figure you out."

Chirp—

A white light suddenly shot over.

Feng Bujue was lying on his side, using the last of his strength to launch this attack with the Frozen Pulse Gun.

His posture at this moment was quite strange, his head tilted to the right, drooping on the ground; his two arms stretched straight out at a ninety-degree angle to his body, his right arm against the ground, his left arm pressed on top of his right… Only in this position could he shoot while lying down.

"Tch… so troublesome…" Qisha was not completely standing up when he was hit by the freezing ray. The point of impact of the freezing ray was on his leg, and it spread rapidly from there, causing Qisha to be frozen in a half-squatting position.

And Feng Bujue's side was also suffering unspeakable pain. This was even more painful than the last time he experienced his Stamina Value reaching zero. To describe it, it was like being in a nightmare, unable to exert any strength, only able to fret anxiously.

Lying down to shoot was not because Jue-ge thought the pose was cool, but because he couldn't even sit up at this moment. The strength he focused and gritted his teeth to squeeze out was only enough to hold down the trigger of the Frozen Pulse Gun.

All he could do now was maintain the output of the beam, praying that the spread effect of the freezing ray would freeze Qisha completely in ice, so that he could suffocate him to death.

Unexpectedly… a situation that no one wanted to see happened at this moment.

After continuously outputting the beam for dozens of seconds, the Pulse Gun ran out of electricity…

Two seconds after the beam stopped, with a thud, Feng Bujue released his hand, letting the Pulse Gun slide to the ground.

In the night sky, the evening breeze gently caressed…

Qisha stood in a half-squatting position, his feet to his chest encased in ice, with only his head and right forearm able to move.

And Feng Bujue lay horizontally on the ground, motionless like a dead pig, his eyes repeatedly conveying the same word—"Fuck."

"Alright, I'll deal with you when the ice melts," Qisha said, pretending to be calm.

"When my Stamina recovers, you're the one who's dead," Feng Bujue retorted, unwilling to be outdone, his voice sounding as if he had just swallowed a mouthful of mustard, making people feel strained just listening to him.

"The people in the helicopter will see us in this state and will definitely report it, and soon police and superheroes will flock here to clear the scene. When the time comes, in order to arrest me, they will definitely shatter the ice," Qisha said, "When I break out of the ice, as long as I use all my strength to rush to your side and add a casual strike, you're done for."

"Your analysis ability is too poor." Feng Bujue said this with difficulty, but his voice had recovered somewhat, "After the people clearing the scene arrive, as long as I lie here, putting on an expression as if I've just been strongly x-ed. Then… before you even get out of the ice, I'll have been carried to the street and sent away in an ambulance."

"Fine… you're pushing me too far." Qisha vigorously moved his right hand, bending his elbow with great effort, so that his forearm bent slightly towards his torso. A white light flashed, and he successfully took out a pistol from his knapsack.

"Ha! As if you can hit anyone." Before the other party could fire, Feng Bujue laughed.

In fact, the distance between the two was less than twenty meters, but Qisha's Shooting Specialization was only Grade E (at this moment, the effects of the Batman Suit had disappeared), and with the limited position of his forearm, it was indeed difficult to hit the target.

"I advise you not to force it, the recoil might fracture your arm if you shoot like that," Feng Bujue taunted fearlessly, "According to my deduction, your only extremely strong Specialization is Fighting, and the other Specializations are not so good. But the Shooting Specialization is relatively easy to train, from n/A to Grade E, as long as you have a gun and take it out to play with it from time to time. You're already level thirty-one, so I guess you're Grade E…" As he said this, he tried to support himself with his hand to the ground, and finally managed to sit up, "According to my understanding of DC comics, Batarangs have a tracking function, but they need to be used in conjunction with the positioning system in the Bat-helmet to work. The reason why your previous probing attacks were accurate was because of that, right? But now, I see that your helmet is also damaged… Even if you can hit me with a dart thrown with only the strength of your wrist, it's impossible to kill me."

Jue-ge took a few more deep breaths, observing the game menu. The recovery of Stamina Value was slower than he had imagined, much slower. It seemed that once Stamina reached zero, the damage caused was not just a matter of data. It was like a football player in reality, when their stamina was insufficient on the field, they had to walk and run to adjust; if they continued to run wildly regardless, it could lead to stamina overdraft, and cramping would be considered mild, syncope was possible.

Thriller Paradise, to a certain extent, restored this reality. In this game, recovering strength after exhaustion was completely different from slowly recovering when there was still a little strength left. The last time he used [Purgatory Peerless Burst Heat Wave Cannon] and became exhausted, if K2-Chitie hadn't helped Feng Bujue recover, he would have had to lie in place for a long time before he could move.

"So, you chose a gun." Feng Bujue continued from where he left off, "But as I said, in your current state, this attempt is futile."

Qisha also sighed, "Hoo… It seems I really should practice my shooting skills in the game as well."

"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instincts always made him do some self-destructive conditioned reflexes. As soon as the other party spoke, a second later, Jue-ge blurted out, "Are you a policeman? A soldier? A shooting or hunting association member?"

Qisha was still in shock when Feng Bujue added, "Looking at your expression, it seems like you don't want others to know, could you be an assassin? A spy? A middle-aged youth addicted to arcade games?"

"Uh…" Qisha fell into an awkward situation where he couldn't answer.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you are, I'm not interested." As Feng Bujue spoke, he laboriously raised his hand and took out the Infinite Grenade Clip from his knapsack.

Seeing the other party take out a grenade, Qisha felt that things were not good. He tentatively asked, "I say, Crazy Brother, in your current state, can you really throw a grenade over here?"

Feng Bujue also took out the Anti-Gravity Catapult, "I don't need to consider this kind of question at all. I just need to know the time interval from pulling the pin to the explosion, the speed of the grenade traveling in a straight line, and the distance between you and me. That's all I need." He took a long breath, "Even an elementary school student can do the following calculations."

"What do you mean…" Qisha's gaze was fixed on the Anti-Gravity Catapult in the other party's hand. Although he had not yet seen the specific function of this thing, listening to Feng Bujue's words, he guessed a thing or two.

"Hehe… it means, your situation is not good." Feng Bujue smiled, "After eating my Cero (the system prompt told him the name of the random skill), you haven't drunk a Survival Value Supplement, have you?" As he spoke, he was ready to launch, "If you think that in a full-health state, you can take the explosion damage of two Mark II grenades at close range and not die, then you can drink it now. Otherwise… I advise you to save some game coins."

When Feng Bujue said the first half of the sentence, Qisha was reminded and quickly reached out to take out a health potion, but after hearing the second half, he thought for a few seconds and put the health potion back.

"Hmph… Haha…" Qisha laughed in relief, shaking his head, "Feng Bujue… This time, I will remember this ID."

"Goodbye, Soloist." Feng Bujue said, pulling the pin on the grenade.

…………

Real world, S City, L Park.

The park at night was already empty, but a swing in the depths of the park was still swaying back and forth.

"Is it over already?" Vincent's hands hooked onto the iron chains on both sides of the swing, making it swing back and forth slightly.

"Hehehe… you're talking to me in such a bored tone, you must have a conspiracy…" Woody's figure suddenly appeared two meters in front of Vincent. He did not answer the other party's question, but looked around before pointing to another swing on the right side of Vincent, "That one is the 'Death Swing', right?" He paused, "You're sitting on that ordinary swing, putting on a relaxed and carefree look, creating psychological suggestions, just wanting to lure me to sit next to you and chat, then I'll be blasted into shit by the Death Swing."

"Heh…" Vincent couldn't help but laugh, "Sigh… it seems that this level of deception can only deceive Sid."

"I'm also very curious… is this thing really as powerful as the legends say?" Woody said, looking at the swing.

"Why do you think I came here?" Vincent replied.

"Oh… hehehe…" Woody smiled knowingly. He had the answer the moment he heard the question, "The last guy who was sent to recover the swing died because he was a busybody, right?"

"That's why I wanted to lure you over to test the power of this swing," Vincent said.

"Hehehe… this is as inexplicable as your last plan to try to kill me with the 'Instant Kill Tomato'," Woody laughed, "Let's talk about the bet, Feng Bujue has already won, hehehehe…" He couldn't help but chuckle sinisterly at the end.

"As expected, he won…" Vincent said calmly. Judging from his expression, he had already anticipated this result.

"You must be very pleased with yourself now," Woody said.

"How can inner joy like satisfaction be something that you or I can hope for?" Vincent replied.

Seeing that the other party was dodging the question, Woody cut to the chase, "Before I came here, I spent about ten seconds fully surmising your plan." He said, "I think this plan mainly consists of two parts… First, by conceding these forty-eight hours, you can allow Li Ruoyu to continue to maintain a middle-to-high level of strength, so as not to enter the strongest group too early. Her game time is already relatively restrained, two days of loss is not too much, is it?"

Vincent smiled, basically admitting to this.

"Second, you asked us to bet on the object of this war, which naturally also has a purpose." Woody said, "Six strong players gathered in a melee is a good thing for their growth. Even the losers cannot be said to have gained nothing, just the experience of fighting with top experts is already invaluable." His expression changed slightly, "And the most crucial point is… for a script like this, the final winner will definitely get a metamorphosis-like upgrade. Hehehe…" He laughed for a while, then added, "It seems that you want to take this opportunity to create someone who can compete with Gui Xiao."

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Vincent asked rhetorically.

"Tsk tsk, insidious intentions, hehe…" Woody's lascivious laughter revealed bursts of coldness, "Before the game is about to enter the mid-term, breaking the original pattern of the top-level combat power is setting the stage for 'chaos'."

"Would you rather see Gui Xiao dominate alone?" Vincent said with a smile.

"Hehe… that's not the case, but if I had to choose now, I would do the same as you, let the person I bet on stay behind the leading group, in a safer and more advantageous position, rather than show their edge too early," Woody replied.

"Blame me as you wish, it would be better to blame Feng Bujue." Vincent said, "Even you don't know how far this chess piece in your hand can go… Then can he still be considered a chess piece?"

"Hmph…" Woody adjusted his glasses, "I haven't regarded him as a chess piece from the beginning… People like Feng Bujue are destined to be chess players, not chess pieces.

They can only be played against, not controlled."

…………

A few minutes ago, the game world, Gotham City.

Feng Bujue launched two grenades, sending Qisha out of the script.

As the name of Qisha next to the enemy team column changed to the state of [Dead], the system prompt followed closely: [The current task has been completed, all main tasks have been completed]

The item [Become the only surviving player in the script] was also checked in the taskbar.

[You have completed this script, automatically teleporting in 180 seconds]

"Hoo…" Feng Bujue swayed and stood up, sighing at the night sky.

When the Stamina Value returned to above 30 points at an extremely slow speed, he felt much better, at least there was no obstacle to lying, sitting, standing, and walking. It seemed that this value was a threshold. After the player's Stamina was exhausted, the time from 0 to 30 was a kind of hidden deBuff state.

"It seems your business is over, now it's time to settle the score between us." At this time, Nightwing's voice came.

Feng Bujue turned his head to look, six or seven Heroes of the Divine Net stood in a row, imposing.

"Tim is not dead." Feng Bujue said as soon as he opened his mouth, "The video is fake, he is still alive, in the hands of Two-Face. Mr. Dent and I wanted to frame Penguin and anger you. This way, he can become the underground king, and I… can take the opportunity to loot the Batcave while you lose your minds and come out in full force. Of course, my original plan was completely disrupted later."

In just a few words, the amount of information was quite large. The heroes' expressions changed several times when they heard this. Shock, joy, and doubt each accounted for about 30%. In the end, Nightwing, the leader, stood up and replied, "Even if what you said is true, the fact that you killed a police officer and assisted Two-Face is also a fact, you…" He was stunned by Feng Bujue's actions before he could finish speaking.

Jue-ge didn't do anything else, just took out a tattered cloak.

"There are some things that Bruce can never teach you." Feng Bujue didn't put on the cloak, just held a corner of the fabric in one hand, letting it fly in the air.

"Don't talk to me about so-called 'crimes'." Jue-ge's tone became cadenced, "In this city, there are many people who you see as madmen, they spread anarchism and insane ways of life.

But as long as they still know what anarchism is and what insanity is in their hearts, they still can't be called completely mad.

Such a group of people can still understand what 'crime' is."

As he spoke, he retreated towards the edge of the building, "But I… am different from them." He revealed a strange smile, "My existence is a symbol of anarchism and insanity."

"What are you going to do!" Nightwing seemed to realize something and quickly approached Feng Bujue.

"Sinners can be punished, but sin will not be extinguished. Evil itself cannot be judged, and those who are tempted and fall will never disappear." Feng Bujue had come to the edge of the roof at this time. One more step back and he would fall, but he still had a smile on his face, holding the cloak that was flying in the air in one hand, "I made my opponent take off this cloak because I don't want to fight someone wearing this."

"Listen, jumping down from here…" Nightwing also saw what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade the other party.

"Those who defend justice will bear the belief and responsibility represented by this cloak." Feng Bujue took the last step back, "And those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."

Nightwing rushed forward, wanting to grab Feng Bujue, but only grabbed the cloak that was thrown out by the other party.

The manic laughter wandered wantonly in the wind, gradually drifting away in the night sky with Feng Bujue's fall.

But in the end, no body landed…

That moment of madness seemed to become eternal.