“You truly are as troublesome as you claim,” Ford said. “To actually make it to a place like that by sheer luck.”

“Bah! Luck?” Feng Bujue shamelessly retorted. “This is skill! My move is the legendary Light-as-a-Feather-Floating-on-Shit!”

The Boss did not comment on his foul language and nonsensical remarks, silently pulling out a pistol from his person...

“Damn!” Seeing this, Feng Bujue vanished with a whoosh.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out he had hidden on the side of the large, protruding rock under his feet. He had a flashlight clenched in his mouth, his body curled up, hugging the rock. Due to the distance, his body was precisely in Ford's blind spot.

Although it was not yet dawn, Ford's eyesight was much stronger than that of ordinary humans. With the help of the faint light from the flashlight behind the rock, he could see very clearly. Unfortunately, there was indeed no angle from which he could shoot.

Feng Bujue's hands and feet were tightly clasped around the rock, with only his buttocks touching the mud. This small contact area was not enough to make him sink. He should be able to maintain this posture for quite a while before his Stamina Points ran out.

“I really should have brought the shotgun,” Ford said, smiling as he put away the pistol. “Although my marksmanship is not bad, a pistol is indeed not suitable for aiming at targets at medium to long range, especially in this kind of darkness.”

“You're just scared by this daddy's peerless qinggong, making your arms tremble!” Feng Bujue shouted. To provoke the Boss in this almost shameless manner, he even discarded the flashlight in his mouth, spitting it into the mud below him the moment he opened his mouth.

“Heh… you really think that hiding there will keep you safe?” Ford sneered. “You really think I wouldn't dare come straight over there?”

“Enough nonsense!” Feng Bujue retorted in an even more arrogant tone. “I am a busy, respectable man. I don't have time to beat you up, so please be quick and run towards my fist yourself.” He took two seconds to release an arm, reach out, and flip the Boss off before quickly hugging the stone again.

“Rude bastard…” The Boss was actually angered by him into swearing.

Ford then left the edge of the swamp, retreating a distance to leave room for a running start. Feng Bujue's Light-as-a-Feather-Floating-on-Shit… Ford certainly didn't know it. He hadn't read martial arts novels, so he couldn't comprehend it. However, with Ford's physical skills, as long as he prepared adequately, he could jump directly onto the large rock that Feng Bujue was hugging.

At this moment, Feng Bujue's flashlight had completely sunk into the swamp, while Ford had not brought any lighting equipment at all. The surrounding environment was very dark. The moon was gone, but the sun had not yet risen. The sky was a dark purple. Even in this very open area of the Death Swamp, Feng Bujue's eyesight only allowed him to see the outlines of objects within about five meters.

At this moment, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and the sound of bubbles rising in the swamp could be heard. Feng Bujue held his breath, listening to the movements on Ford's side. Soon, he heard… footsteps. The frequency was very high, much higher than when he was chasing him, and very powerful. The strides were short, indicating that these steps were not for pursuing high speed, but to accumulate power and release it.

Finally, there was a "thud," and a foot heavily stepped on the mud.

Ford leapt in an arc like the back of a whale, bouncing high and flying over.

The moment Feng Bujue heard the other party jump, he frantically climbed back onto the rock, without a second thought, he pulled out his pistol and fired two shots into the air. These two bullets were not meant to hit, but to use the flashes of light to see where Ford had jumped.

These two shots did indeed miss, and the deviation was quite outrageous. Worse, about a second later, Ford had already arrived, standing on the same rock as Feng Bujue, less than two meters away.

Feng Bujue had no time to hesitate. He immediately fired another shot, hitting Ford's body. In this visibility, there was no point in aiming for the head. It was enough to hit him at all.

Even if a normal person was wearing a bulletproof vest, being shot at such close range would inevitably cause them to fall backward, be unable to breathe, or even go into shock. But Ford didn't even take a step back, his expression only tightened, as if he had only taken a punch.

“Heh heh heh…” Ford laughed triumphantly. He knew it was over. This Boss didn't plan to use a gun either. He was going to tear this ill-mannered bastard in front of him apart with his own hands.

“Heh heh heh…” Feng Bujue laughed even more triumphantly, using the【Naughty Kid's Low Sweep Kick】skill that he had two uses of left, kicking sideways at Ford.

Ignoring Specialization Level, 100% chance to trip any monster that can theoretically fall. This effect, used here, on this Boss, could not have been more suitable.

Ford fell backward and sideways, his hands flailing in the air, his expression horrified. In fact, a Boss with his strength could react during the process of falling, reversing his posture or changing direction, even doing a flip to regain his footing… But under the influence of Feng Bujue's skill, no matter what kind of monster it was, it had to be "tripped." Only when it completed the "falling" action would the skill end.

So… Ford fell off the rock sideways and into the swamp…

Without a word, Feng Bujue, after releasing the skill, took the opportunity to hide on the other side of the rock again, returning to his posture of hugging the rock, separating himself from Ford, refusing to appear in the other party's line of sight.

Having fought to this point, Feng Bujue would never reveal any flaws again. If Ford pulled out his gun and fired randomly before dying, or grabbed a piece of mud and threw it over, causing his 1% Survival Value to be reduced, it would be all for naught.

Regardless of whether it was necessary, caution was always right, so Feng Bujue maintained this posture, silently listening to Ford's dying curses and his desperate struggles in the mud. After about three minutes, the sound finally stopped. Ford was still cursing a second before his mouth sank into the mud, until the filth flooded his lungs, stopping his breathing, and finally ceasing.

[Current Mission Complete, Main Missions All Complete]

[You have completed this scenario, automatic teleportation in 180 seconds]

It seemed that according to this plot, killing the Boss would not trigger Ivan's berserk event. Of course, that was to be expected, otherwise, this main quest would be too exaggerated.

After Feng Bujue climbed onto the rock, he immediately thought: Perhaps after reading General Zaroff's last words, another way to clear this scenario would be to sneak into the castle, find the location of the underground port while maneuvering around Ivan, and finally escape by boat. However, that kind of situation would probably only be possible with a larger number of players, simply put, using himself as bait to lure Ford away from the castle, while others took the opportunity to go inside…

He was quickly teleported away because his Survival Value couldn't allow him to stay any longer.

Not long after Feng Bujue left, Ivan's tall figure appeared from the dense forest. He stood at the edge of the swamp, staring at the mud in front of him, planning how to retrieve his master from the bottom…