Thriller Paradise

Chapter 282 Battle for the Cape 25

Back when Shiva fired the first RPG, Feng Bujue did not know Todd would help him block that attack with the boomerang. In that moment, from Brother Jue’s perspective, that attack would claim his life, so Feng Bujue made the decision to open the armor’s helmet and back hatch and slithered out from it swiftly. His plan was to hide behind the armor and not inside it. That way, when the armor was hit, he could still activate the Shield effect. With the double defense of the skill and the armor, the damage would be lowered to the minimum. He could even borrow the force of the explosion and blast himself away from the site. The plan was not bad, but Todd’s boomerang intercepted the first rocket.

The fire and smoke from the explosion blurred Shiva’s vision, and Todd’s attention was not on Feng Bujue. Furthermore, it was nighttime, and the street was brighter than the sky. No one would have realized the armor was empty and that Feng Bujue was hiding behind it.

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When the superheroes from the Network came to muddle the water, it did not waste too much time for Shiva. If anything, they had brought him a present, and he dealt with Not a Scaredy Cat that easily. Then again, she had hung around long enough. If she had met other players and not these superheroes who would not kill for no reason, she would have been dead a long time ago. But that interlude exhausted the effective time of Null-G contact. Feng Bujue, who originally could only hug the armor, was recaptured by gravity and fell with the armor. At the same time, Shiva’s third rocket crossed the sky. In the split moment, a red figure stepped on the armor and kicked the armor toward the rocket. Then he shot out like an arrow.

With a boom, fireworks were everywhere.

The cold armor and the Freeze Ray Gun exploded in the air, and the burning shrapnel dropped everywhere. The explosion was big, but Feng Bujue was not affected. He landed safely on a building about ten meters away. With the exhaustion from Body Enhancement Spell and falling damage, as well as the damage suffered from the fight with Todd and Shiva, Feng Bujue had to replenish his health with a potion. This was the first time he had used a potion since entering the scenario. It could recover fifty percent of his Life Points and returned his life points to eighty percent. But the scene where Feng Bujue escaped from the armor was caught by Shiva, and the game menu did show that the man was still alive.

So, Shiva did not stop his attack... He quickly put the RPG away, kicked underneath him, and leaped three stories high. Then, he grabbed the water pipe on the wall with one hand, kicked on the surface, and used that as purchase to climb up the building. In several seconds, he was on the sixth-floor roof. Feng Bujue then came into his view. Shiva smirked, and without saying anything, he started to run at his top speed. He jumped across the roof like it was level ground. He did not forget to use the Heavenly Hourglass to cover his back, and with the cover of the laser shots, the superheroes were soon shaken back by him.

"Where do you think you are running? Huh?" Shiva roared with excitement. The man had never been so excited. In this battle, he had tasted something that had avoided him for a long time—the joy of battle. It had been some time since Shiva became a top player. He had entered the field in his teens and worked in the business for more than a decade. In this industry, once you reached a certain power level, the joy of battle would decrease.

First, the opponents that he met would normally be from the same group of people. The circle of top players was only so big. It was like the years back when WAR3 was popular. For most championships, when it reached the top sixteen, everyone in the list was good friends. They had matched each other many places before and might be teammates from the same club.

Secondly, before they started the battle, experts would have an accurate prediction of the ending. In a PvP game that had different jobs, with just a look at each other’s race, job, talents, and equipment, one could tell who would hold the advantage. If the opponent was an expert, was there a chance to turn the table?

For example, Shiva and Understanding Death’s fight was boring. Both were professionals and had crossed swords many times in this and other games. They were familiar with each other and had an objective analysis of each other’s gaming level. As top players, they would not place hope on extenuating factors like luck and other elements. This was an unhealthy attitude to have. It was like praying that there was a cup noodle next to their opponent’s keyboard that would splash all over the keyboard. Only a casual player would curse people like that. If a professional player had that mindset, they would not be a professional player.

Therefore, after the battle was done, as unwilling as Understanding Death was, he was prepared for the loss. He just did not expect that... in Thriller Paradise, the difference between him and Shiva would be so big. And Shiva did not show much happiness because he should win; that was predestined. It was like a tennis match. The top seeded player beat the fifth seed in the first match. They would not be too happy after the match. That was how Shiva felt. Even though the sacrifice used in the match was more than he expected, it was still acceptable.

But at this time, this unknown player called Feng Bujue gave Shiva a rare moment of freshness because, in the match with this kid, he had no idea what would happen next.

He is so weak, so really weak... His level is low, and his physique and equipment are only average, Shiva thought to himself. His ability is far from a professional player. Until now, he has only used two skills. One is a continuous buff that increases his physique, and that will have a big exhaustion, so he often ends it moments after activating it. The other is the punch that landed on Todd. It is not that strong... And he strapped bomb to himself. If not for Mr. Freeze’s armor, he would be dead already. But how come my instincts tell me... this is not over yet. He can still win.

Shiva, who was a natural fighter, had basically seen through Feng Bujue after a short observation and battle, and that increased his confusion.

Even if I hold nothing back and don’t care about the explosion, I still can’t see a clear victory probability... My advantage should be obvious. If I were in his position, I might not survive that long... Humph, now I can see that perhaps King of Shadows really died at this kid’s hands.

Suddenly, a white beam came from the front and aimed at his face. Shiva reacted quickly and titled his head, but he did not slow down.

Oh? He has more than one gun...

He touched the left side of his face. The skin that was brushed by the beam had a snowy trace on it. Naturally, Feng Bujue had more than one freeze ray gun. There was a low efficiency one in his inventory. This one was similar size to a pistol, and it looked quite cartoonish.

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Name: Freeze Ray Gun (low frequency)

Item Type: Weapon

Quality: Excellent

Offense Point: None

Element: Ice ????????????????????????d. c????m

Special Effect: Freezes the target.

Equip requirement: Marksmanship E

Can be taken out of the scenario: No

Remark: The beam can only freeze an object the size of a basketball. When fired continuously, the freezing effect will spread from the center of the beam. Must be recharged after the energy has been depleted.

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None of the weapons, equipment, and consumables that he had gotten from Mr. Freeze could be taken out from the scenario. Feng Bujue tried again with Two-Face; be it military arm, medicine, or clothes, they could not be taken out from the scenario.

Before he left, he even asked Two Face, "Can you give me the coin that you have been tossing as souvenir?"

This time, without flipping the coin, Feng Bujue was chased away by bullets. In conclusion, Feng Bujue predicted that none of the items from main characters or those related to them could be taken from the scenario. He realized that it was logical. In the shop, the Batsuit cost about twenty million Game Coins. If the things inside this scenario could be taken out, when the six players should have been fighting, they would have cleaned out the Batcave and then retreated.

"Don’t push it, man! I am carrying real bomb!" Seeing the man approach, Feng Bujue was flustered. He had already activated Body Enhancement Spell, but the distance was still being drawn close. This was a fight that he could not win.

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

"You..." Feng Bujue sighed. As he ran, he removed the bomb. Thankfully, he was not wearing a bomb vest as outfits could not be removed in-game. The bombs were mainly strapped around the waist, so they were easily removed. The detonator was inside the inventory, and Feng Bujue shoved the bomb inside the inventory too.

"Humph... Looks like the one who doesn’t dare die together with me... is you." Shiva’s eyes shone. "Once a normal person enters this scenario and see players like me, Seven Kills, and Understanding Death, they would lose all hope.

"But you... from the beginning, you never considered the option of losing. You are not afraid of big characters like us. You know that you are weak, but in terms of mindsets, you place yourself on the same level as the rest of us and try to win."

When they spoke, the distance drew close to fifteen meters.

"This is called looking down on others strategy-wise and paying dues to the enemy tactic-wise," Feng Bujue said and fired two shots. Due to the close distance, Shiva had less time to react, and the two shots managed to push him back five meters.

"Humph... This is just meaninglessly dragging out time. How much longer can you run? Five minutes? ten minutes?" Shiva said. "I have more Stamina Points than that..."

Feng Bujue scanned the menu. Indeed, he could not hold on much longer. He had run for two minutes, and his Life Points were being exhausted at two percent every five seconds. Now his Life Point had dropped down to thirty percent. In only one minute, it would be in single digits. At that moment, he would be in danger of tripping and dying.

"Ha! Stop kidding..." Feng Bujue would not stop bluffing and said confidently, "Even now, I can run a marathon! Hahaha!"

He laughed like a crazy man. "Believe it or not, I can run the Alaskan Dog sled race with my own two feet! 1,600 km is just the distance from the bedroom to the toilet for me!"