Chapter 1 A Slight Rewind…

At the moment when Shiva aimed and fired his first RPG, Feng Bujue, suspended in mid-air, had no idea that Todd would use a Batarang to help him take the hit. In that instant, from Jue-Ge's perspective, this attack would undoubtedly claim his life.

Therefore, Feng Bujue made a decisive decision, opening the helmet and back connection hatch of the battle armor, and getting out of it at an extremely fast speed.

His plan was to hide behind the armor, rather than inside, to take this blow. That way, at the moment the armor was destroyed and exploded, he could activate the [Shield] effect. With the double protection of the armor and the skill, the damage to his body could be minimized, and he could also use the explosive force to fly out, away from the center of the explosion.

This strategy wasn't bad, but he didn't expect Todd to intercept the first rocket with a Batarang.

The fire and smoke produced by the explosion temporarily obscured Shiva's vision, and Todd's attention was no longer on Feng Bujue. Besides, it was night after all, and the street was brighter than the sky. So, no one noticed that the Cold-Blooded Armor was already empty inside, and that Feng Bujue was hiding behind it.

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Time back to the present…

The God's Web heroes came to disrupt the situation, but it didn't delay Shiva for too long. On the contrary, they presented him with a great gift, selling out Bupa Meizi. But her death wasn't in vain either. If she hadn't encountered these DC Universe heroes who almost never killed, but had been hunted down by NPC forces in another script, she would probably have died directly, and there would be no question of keeping her alive.

But this little episode exhausted the skill time of [Weightless Contact]. Feng Bujue, who originally had nowhere to borrow strength and could only grab onto the armor to float, was thrown back into the embrace of Earth's gravity, and fell down with the armor.

Just at this moment, Shiva's third rocket pierced through the sky.

In a flash of lightning, a scarlet figure stepped on the armor and bounced off, pushing the heavy armor in the direction of the rocket, while he himself flew out like an arrow.

With a roar, fire suddenly rose.

The Cold-Blooded Armor and the Frozen Pulse Gun were destroyed in the air, and burning fragments scattered to the ground. Although the shock wave of the explosion was strong, Feng Bujue was not affected and landed safely on the top of a building dozens of meters away.

The consumption of Spiritual Consciousness Gathering, the damage from the fall, plus the loss of Survival Value accumulated in the previous battle with Todd and Shiva, forced Feng Bujue to drink a bottle of Survival Value Supplement.

Fortunately, this was the first time he had drunk a blood potion since entering the script, and the 50% effect was not lost at all, bringing his Survival Value back to about 80%.

But Feng Bujue's scene of jumping out of the armor did not escape Shiva's eyes, and the status in the game menu also showed that he was still alive.

Therefore, Shiva's pursuit was far from over... He quickly put away the RPG, stepped hard on the ground, and jumped up to the height of the third floor. Then, using one arm to grab the water pipe on the outer wall of the roadside building, he kicked off the wall, borrowed a little force, and climbed up the wall. In a few seconds, he was on the sixth-floor rooftop.

Looking far from the heights, Feng Bujue was still in his sight.

Shiva sneered, and without saying a word, ran forward with all his strength. He rose and fell on the ridge of the city, as if walking on flat ground. He also did not forget to use the Heavenly Dance Hourglass to cover his rear. Under the firepower of those stone disks, the superheroes who caught up to the roof were quickly left behind.

"Where do you think you're going to run? Huh?" Shiva roared excitedly. At this moment, he showed an unprecedented excitement. In this battle, he tasted something he hadn't tasted in a long time—the joy of battle.

Shiva had been a top player for quite some time. He entered the industry in his teens and had been in the professional circle for more than ten years. In this industry, when the strength reaches a certain level, the joy of battle will be reduced accordingly.

First of all, the opponents he encounters are often a fixed group of people. The circle of top players is so big. For example, in the years when War3 was the most popular, in various competitions, when you looked at the list of the top sixteen, it was a bunch of good buddies. They had already fought each other many times in various occasions, and some were even teammates from the same club.

Secondly, before the start of the duel, masters have an accurate prediction of the result. In that kind of PK game with professional distinctions, basically as soon as the two meet, observe and speculate about the opponent's race, profession, talent, and equipment, they can immediately know who has the advantage in this game. At this time, if the opponent is an old opponent, is there still any suspense about the outcome?

Taking Shiva's duel with Wu Si Can Xuan as an example, the fight was without passion. Both of them were professional masters, and they had fought many times in other nerve connection games. They had a relatively objective evaluation of each other's fighting style and game level. As top experts, they naturally couldn't expect factors such as "luck, coincidence, and unforced errors." These all belong to the category of wishful thinking. A mentality like "My character's attacks all crit, and the guy on the other side accidentally spilled instant noodles on the keyboard" is a luxury that casual players can have. If professional players keep having such thoughts, they won't be far from committing suicide.

Therefore, when the battle was over, Wu Si Can Xuan, although somewhat unwilling, was still mentally prepared for the result of the failure. What he didn't expect was... in Thriller Paradise, the gap between him and Shiva would become even greater.

And Shiva, on the other hand, didn't show much joy, because winning was to be expected, it was due to strength. Just like a tennis match, the top seed wins against the fifth seed in the knockout stage, and he won't show much excitement after the match. Shiva's mentality was roughly like this, although the price paid during the battle was somewhat beyond expectations, it was still within acceptable limits.

But at this moment, this unknown player named Feng Bujue gave Shiva a long-lost sense of freshness. Because in the duel with this kid, he couldn't guess what would happen next at all...

"He is clearly very weak, really weak... His level is low, not to mention his physical fitness and equipment are only at a middle-to-upper level, and his skills are also very average, far from a professional player. So far, he has only used two skills, one is a continuous skill that strengthens physical skills, which is estimated to consume a lot of energy, so he always turns it on instantly and then stops; and the other is the punch he hit on Todd's arm, the power is only so-so... and he also tied a bomb to himself. If it weren't for Mr. Freeze's armor, he would have been finished long ago..." Shiva muttered in his heart, "But, why... why does my intuition tell me... he still has a chance to win?"

Shiva, whose fighting instinct was extraordinary, had almost seen through Feng Bujue after a brief observation and fight, but this deepened his doubts even more: "Even if I let go and fight with the mentality of detonating the bomb, I haven't been able to 'see' half a chance of winning... My advantages are obviously very obvious. If I were in his position, I might not be able to fight to this point..." He thought, "Hmph, I seem to understand a little. I'm afraid Zhao Ying Wang really fell into this kid's hands."

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a beam of white light shot from the front, directly at his face. Shiva reacted quickly, tilted his head to dodge, and the speed of his advance did not decrease at all.

"Oh? Not just one..." He touched his left cheek, leaving a frost mark on the skin that was grazed by the beam.

Of course, Feng Bujue had more than one Frozen Pulse Gun. He had a small, low-powered one in his bag. The size of this one was close to a pistol, and the shape was very cartoonish.

[Name: Frozen Pulse Gun (Low Power)]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: None]

[Attribute: Ice]

[Effect: Freezes target object]

[Equipment Condition: Shooting Specialization E]

[Whether it can be brought out of this script: No]

[Note: When firing in bursts, it can only freeze objects the size of a basketball. When outputting continuously, the freezing effect will spread around the point of impact. It needs to be recharged after the energy is used up.]

The weapons, equipment, and consumables obtained from Mr. Freeze cannot be brought out of the script. Feng Bujue also tried a few things from Two-Face, but whether it was firearms, potions, or clothing, they all couldn't be taken out. Before he left, he even asked Two-Face: "Can you give me that coin you keep tossing as a souvenir?" As a result, the other party didn't need to toss the coin this time, and decided to take out a submachine gun and shoot at him.

In short, Feng Bujue speculated that in this script, any item obtained from or related to any major character cannot be brought back to the login space.

Come to think of it, a Batman suit in the mall sells for two million. If the things in this script could be taken out casually, then their six players wouldn't have to fight anymore. Everyone would just go to rob the Batcave together and then collectively quit the game.

"Don't push people too far! I have a real bomb strapped to me!" Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, Feng Bujue became anxious. He was already in the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering state. If he couldn't widen the gap like this, he wouldn't be able to fight this fight.

"Do you think I still care about that now?" Shiva laughed.

"You're ruthless..." Feng Bujue said helplessly, running while untying the bomb.

Fortunately, he wasn't wearing a bomb vest (clothes can't be taken off, and he can't wear it even if he wants to). The bomb was mainly supported by the belt, so it was quite quick to untie. The detonator was originally placed in the bag and not taken out. At this moment, Feng Bujue stuffed the bomb body into the bag as well.

"Hmph... it seems that the one who is really afraid of dying together... is you, right?" Shiva's eyes narrowed. "Most people who enter this script, seeing names like me, Wu Si Can Xuan, and Qi Sha, would probably naturally think that the hope of winning is slim." He paused, "But you... from the beginning, you never considered 'losing'... You don't 'fear' us so-called big shots at all. You understand that you are weak in strength, but in mentality, you always put yourself in an equal position with us... trying to win."

While speaking, the distance between the two had narrowed to about fifteen meters.

"This is called strategically despising the enemy and tactically valuing the enemy." Feng Bujue said, turning around and firing two more shots.

Because the distance was close, Shiva's reaction space and time were correspondingly reduced, and these two shots successfully forced him back about five meters.

"Hmph... futile delay, how long can your continuous skill last? Five minutes? Ten minutes?" Shiva said, "I still have a lot of physical energy left..."

Feng Bujue glanced at the menu. He really couldn't hold on for long. He had been running for more than two minutes, and his health was being consumed at a rate of 2% every five seconds. His Survival Value was already low, and now it had fallen below 30%. In another minute, it would drop to single digits. At that time, there would be a danger of tripping and falling to his death.

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous..." Feng Bujue said shamelessly, replying in a firm tone, "I can run a marathon in this state! Hahaha!" He laughed like a madman, "I can even run the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on foot, do you believe it! 1,600 kilometers is just the distance from the bedroom to the toilet for me!"