Chapter 283: Battle for the Cloak (Twenty-Five)

Time goes back a little bit...

When Shiva aimed and fired the first RPG, Feng Bujue, who was in mid-air, didn't know that Todd would use bat darts to help him take the hit. In that instant, from Brother Jue's point of view, this attack would undoubtedly cost him his life.

Therefore, Feng Bujue made a prompt decision, opened the helmet and back connection gate of the armor, and got out of it at a very fast speed.

His plan was to hide behind the armor, not inside, to take the hit. In this way, at the moment when the armor was destroyed and exploded, he could still activate the [Shield] special effect. With the dual barriers of the armor and skills, the damage to the body can be minimized, and the impact of the explosion can be used to fly out and away from the center of the explosion.

This strategy is not bad, but unexpectedly, Todd intercepted the first rocket with a bat dart.

The fire and smoke produced by the explosion temporarily obscured Shiva's vision, and Todd's attention was not on Feng Bujue. Besides, it was night after all, and the street was brighter than the sky. Therefore, no one noticed that the cold-blooded armor was empty, and Feng Bujue hid behind it.

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Time goes back to the present...

The heroes of the Shenwang came to disrupt the situation, but did not delay Shiva too much time. On the contrary, they gave a big gift, selling out the fearless girl. However, her death was not unjust. If she had not met these heroes in the DC universe who rarely killed people, but was hunted down by NPC forces in other scripts, she might have died directly, and there would be no such thing as leaving a survivor.

But this episode used up the skill time of [Weightless Contact]. Feng Bujue, who had nowhere to borrow strength and could only float with the armor, returned to the embrace of the earth's gravity and fell with the armor.

At this moment, Shiva's third rocket came through the sky.

In a flash of lightning, a red figure was seen stepping on the armor and launching it. He pushed the heavy armor toward the direction of the rocket, and he flew out like an arrow.

With a roar, flames suddenly rose.

The cold-blooded armor and the freezing pulse gun were destroyed in the air, and the burning fragments scattered on 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 the spiritual consciousness gathering technique, the damage of falling, and the accumulated survival value loss 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 drank the blood bottle after entering the script, and the 50% effect was not lost at all, allowing his survival value to return to about 80%.

But the scene of Feng Bujue 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 his feet, and jumped to the height of the third floor. Then he grabbed the water pipe on the outer wall of the roadside building with one arm, stepped on the wall, and swam up the wall with a little leverage. After a few seconds, he reached the rooftop of the sixth floor.

Climbing up and looking far away. Feng Bujue was still in his sight.

Shiva sneered, and without saying a word, he ran forward with all his strength. He rose and fell on the roof of the city as if he were walking on flat ground. He did not forget to use the Tianwu hourglass to cover himself. Under the fire cover of those stone plates, the superheroes who caught up to the roof were quickly left behind.

"Where do you want to run to? Huh?" Shiva roared excitedly. At this moment, he showed unprecedented excitement. In this battle. He tasted something he had been away from for a long time-the joy of fighting.

Shiva has been a top player for a long time. He entered the industry when he was a teenager and has been in the professional circle for more than ten years. In this industry. When the strength reaches a certain level, the joy of fighting will decrease accordingly.

First of all, the opponents he encounters are often a fixed group of people. The circle of top players is so small. For example, in the years when Warcraft 3 was the most popular, in various competitions, when the top 16 was reached, a look at the list showed a group of good friends. They had already fought many times on various occasions, and some were even teammates in the same club.

Secondly, the masters will have an accurate prediction of the result before the duel begins. In the PK game with professional differences, basically when two people meet, they can observe and figure out each other's race, profession, talent, and equipment, and immediately know who has the advantage in this game. At this time, if the opponent is an old opponent, is there any suspense about the outcome?

Take the duel between Shiva and Wusi Sanxuan as an example. There was no passion in the fight. Both of them are professional masters and have fought many times in other neural connection games. They have a relatively objective evaluation of each other's fighting style and game level. As top players, they naturally cannot rely on factors such as "luck, coincidence, and unforced errors", which all belong to the category of fluke psychology. The mentality of "my character's sword hits every time, and the guy on the other side accidentally spilled instant noodles on the keyboard" is a luxury that only casual players can have. If professional players often have such thoughts, they will soon be pounding their balls to death.

Therefore, when the battle was decided, although Wusi Canxuan was unwilling to accept it, he was still mentally prepared for the result of failure. What he didn't expect was that... in the game of Horror Paradise, the gap between him and Shiva would become even bigger.

On Shiva's side, he didn't show much joy, because he deserved to win and it was due to his strength. Just like in a tennis match, if the top seed beats the fifth seed in the knockout stage, he won't be too happy after the game. Shiva's mentality was roughly the same. Although the price paid during the battle was somewhat higher than expected, it was within the tolerance range.

But at this moment, this unknown player named [Crazy Bujue] gave Shiva a sense of freshness that he had not seen for a long time. Because in the duel with this kid, he couldn't guess what would happen next...

"He is obviously weak, really weak... Let alone the low level. His physical fitness and equipment are only at the upper-middle level, and his skills are average. He is far from a professional player. So far, he has only let go Two skills, one is a continuous skill that enhances physical skills, it is estimated to consume a lot of money, so he always activates it instantly and then stops; and the other is a punch on Todd's arm, which is only so powerful... 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 thought in his heart: "But why...why my intuition tells me...he still has a chance of winning. "

Shiva, who has a transcendent fighting instinct, after a brief observation and confrontation. Feng Bujue had almost seen through it, but this only deepened his doubts: "Even if I let go of my hands and feet and fought with the mentality that it would be okay to detonate the bomb, I couldn't 'see' any chance of victory. ...My advantage is obviously extremely obvious. If I were in his position, I might not be able to fight to this point..." He thought to himself: "Humph, I seem to understand a little bit. I'm afraid King Zhaoying is really trapped. It’s in this guy’s hands.”

call--

Suddenly, a ray of white light came from the front and hit the door directly in front of him. Shiva reacted quickly. He tilted his head and flashed, but his forward speed did not slow down at all.

"Oh? Is there more than a handful..." He touched his left cheek, leaving a trace of frost on the skin that was rubbed by the beam.

Of course, Feng Bujue had more than one freezing pulse gun, and he also had a low-power one in his bag. The size of this one is close to that of a pistol, and its shape is very cartoonish.

[Name: Freezing Pulse Gun (Low Power)]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack power: none]

[Attribute: Ice]

[Special effect: Freeze target object]

[Equipment conditions: Shooting Specialty e]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: During burst shooting, only objects the size of basketballs can be frozen. When the output is continued, the freezing effect will be spread around the hit point as the center. After the energy is used up, it needs to be recharged. 】

Weapons, equipment, and consumables obtained from Mr. Freeze. All of them cannot be taken out of the script. Feng Bujue also tried a few things at Two-Face Man's place, but no matter whether they were weapons, potions, or clothing, they couldn't be taken out. Before he left, he asked Two-Face: "Can you give me that coin you keep tossing as a souvenir?" As a result, the other person didn't have to toss the coin this time. He decided to take out his submachine gun and shoot at him.

In short, Feng Bujue speculated that in this script, items obtained from any of the main characters or related to them. They cannot be brought back to the login space.

It's right to think about it. A Batman suit can be sold for two million in the mall. If everything in this script can be taken out at will. Then the six players should stop fighting. Let's go loot the Batcave together and then retreat collectively.

"Don't push me too hard! What I have tied to my body is a real bomb!" Seeing the opponent getting closer and closer, Feng Bujue became anxious. He was already in the state of spiritual consciousness body gathering technique. If he can't close the gap like this, then There is no way to fight.

"Do you think I still care about this now?" Shiva smiled.

"You're cruel..." Feng Bujue had no choice but to defuse the bomb while running.

Fortunately, he is not wearing a bomb vest (the costume cannot be taken off, even if he wants to put it on). The bomb is mainly carried by the belt, and it can be taken off very quickly. The detonator had been kept in the luggage and had not been taken out. Now Feng Bujue stuffed the bomb body into the luggage.

"Hmph... It seems that the one who is really afraid of dying together... is you, right?" Shiva's eyes flashed: "When ordinary people enter this script and see the names of me, Wu Shen Xuan, and Qisha, they will achieve 80% success. You will take it for granted that the hope of winning is slim." He paused and said, "But you... never considered 'losing' from the beginning... You are not 'afraid' of us so-called big shots at all. You know that you are powerful. You are weak physically, but mentally, you always put yourself in an equal position with us...trying to win.”

While talking, the distance between the two has shortened to about fifteen meters.

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

Due to the close distance, Shiva's reaction space and time were correspondingly reduced. These two shots succeeded in forcing him back about five meters.

"Hmph... It's a futile delay. How long can your continuous skill last? Five minutes? Ten minutes?" Shiva said: "I still have a lot of physical energy..."

Feng Bujue glanced at the menu. He really couldn't hold on much longer. He had been running for more than two minutes, and his blood volume was being consumed at a rate of 2% every five seconds. Its survival value was already unsatisfactory, and now it has dropped below 30%, and will drop to single digits in another minute. At that point, there is a danger of tripping to the ground and falling to death.

“Ha! Stop joking…” Feng Bujue said shamelessly, “In this state, I can even run a marathon! Hahaha!” He laughed like a madman: “Believe it or not, I can also run the Alaskan Sled Dog Race with my legs! For me, 1,600 kilometers is just the distance from the bedroom to the toilet!” (To be continued..)