Chapter 1 The Important Tips

[Important Reminder: Your inventory has been locked; your spirit weapon has been locked; before the end of the scenario, the only weapon you can use is the sword in your hand; all active skills other than melee skills cannot be used.]

"What!" Just after hearing the inexplicable opening remarks, Feng Bujue heard another incredibly terrible setting.

And... this setting wasn't over yet...

[Important Reminder Two: In this scenario, a special value will be introduced, which is currently displayed in your game menu. Changes in this value will affect your performance in combat.]

Before the voice fell, Feng Bujue opened the game menu and quickly found the so-called "special value" below the Life, Stamina, and Spirit bars.

"It's actually 'stylishness'?" After seeing the words [Stylishness: +10] in the menu, Brother Jue was completely shocked. There were so many things to complain about in this setting, comparable to the "protagonist halo" back then...

[Main Quest Triggered]

[Kill all members of the enemy team]

After the introduction and tips were over, the quest was conveniently refreshed.

And this moment also heralded the start of this battle.

"Hey, hey... If I can only use melee skills and cold weapons... that's quite disadvantageous for me..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The other person is a top expert in this field..."

The person who could be considered a "top expert" by Feng Bujue naturally had some skills.

At this moment, standing on the roof opposite him was such a person...

Her figure was graceful and tall, her appearance outstanding and refined. Her white, smooth skin had a heart-stirring beauty under the moonlight.

On her white robe were vivid blood-cherry patterns. The breeze blew... her clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and her figure floated like an immortal.

In this battle, Xu Huai Shang was using her usual twin blades.

And Feng Bujue... was using a sword he had just acquired.

The two had vastly different degrees of familiarity with their weapons. This alone... evened out the gap in their hard power.

It could be said... the difference in strength that Brother Jue had built up through specialization, levels, and equipment had vanished the moment he entered the scenario.

"Tsk... It's not very fair to me in many ways..." Feng Bujue thought to himself again, "As expected of a goddess, even the system takes special care of you..."

"Feng Bujue," Xu Huai Shang suddenly spoke, her tone cold and calm, "I have always looked forward to fighting you again, but I didn't expect... this battle to come so quickly."

After hearing this, Brother Jue didn't speak for a long time...

After about ten seconds, he replied, "Does it have to be a fight?"

Xu Huai Shang chuckled, "Heh... why not? This isn't a competition, and there's no one watching. Are you afraid of losing?"

Obviously, Goddess Xu misunderstood the meaning of Brother Jue's words... so she responded in such a serious manner.

"Sigh..." Brother Jue sighed and slowly turned to the side, holding the unsheathed sword between his arm and chest, crossing his arms, and striking a deliberately casual pose. "Fine misty catkins fly over the fields, cuckoos cry amid azalea blooms. Year after year, matters are never settled, resentment towards the moon and sorrowful smoke, for whom does it last?" He did nothing, first reciting a poem, then turned his head, looked at his opponent with the corner of his eye, and said, "Xu Huai Shang... as the saying goes, the fallen flowers have intention, but the flowing water is heartless. Why do you have to force me so hard..."

"Huh?" Goddess Xu's face turned red all of a sudden. Her heart was filled with surprise, doubt, anger, and a bit of amusement. "What's wrong with you? Why are you trying to look cool? Why are you talking like I'm trying to chase after you?"

Before she finished speaking, Xu Huai Shang figured it out herself, and immediately added, "Oh~ I see..." Although it was a few seconds late, she still understood Brother Jue's intention, "You're trying to raise your stylishness, right?"

Unexpectedly... after Xu Huai Shang said these three words, her own stylishness dropped by twenty points on the spot, turning into negative ten...

"Crap..." Seeing this, her expression changed slightly, and she thought to herself, "That nonsensical value has turned negative... It seems I can't say those serious things..." Thinking of this, she looked up at Brother Jue in the distance, "But... to do some chuuni actions like him to raise the value... isn't that too embarrassing!"

That's right... very embarrassing. But... Feng Bujue didn't care.

This was where the system was fair. Since Xu Huai Shang had gained a clear advantage in a direct fight, the system would inevitably give Feng Bujue a way to turn the tables. And right now, the concrete manifestation of this method was—stylishness.

"Ah... the wind today is quite noisy..." Facing Xu Huai Shang's question, Feng Bujue continued to talk nonsense, looked up at the moon, and said a line full of things to complain about.

However, Xu Huai Shang couldn't complain, because if she did, she would lose...

"Hmph..." Her face flushed, "Is it the wind... that is crying...?"

"Huh?" Feng Bujue's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Xu Huai Shang, thinking to himself, "She actually followed up! I thought someone like you wouldn't get the point, but you really followed up!"

At the same time, Xu Huai Shang's inner thoughts were: "No... no, no, no... It's really super embarrassing! I thought it would be nothing after saying it, but the reality is still hard to accept!"

Neither of them knew what the other was thinking, because they both still had a calm, cool, and collected expression on the surface.

"I can fight you..." Feng Bujue held back for two seconds and then said, "But... can you really take my sword?"

"Why not?" Xu Huai Shang replied.

"Because your heart hasn't calmed down yet." After Feng Bujue said this, he thought to himself, "What the hell kind of reason is that!"

"How do you know?" Xu Huai Shang said coldly.

"I just know," Brother Jue said coldly.

Then the two of them complained in their hearts at the same time: "Two lunatics!"

"Perhaps, an unsettled heart is a good thing instead," Xu Huai Shang wanted to change the subject and try to start the fight as soon as possible, "Because your sword has never been calm either."

"My sword..." Feng Bujue said, raising the sword with one hand, but without any intention of drawing it, "is indeed restless..." He paused, "But my heart has already died."

"Go to hell! You can really go to hell! You're too shameless! If I keep messing around with you like this, I won't be able to face myself anymore!" Xu Huai Shang cursed repeatedly in her heart.

Although she was itching with hatred, she couldn't express it and could only continue to pretend on the surface: "Is that so? When did it die?"

Feng Bujue snorted coldly and flicked his bangs: "Hmph... of course, from the moment I mastered 'that move'."