Chapter 102: Hunter's Island
Chapter 102: Hunter’s Island
“You’re as stubborn as you claim,” Fu De remarked, “to actually manage jumping to that spot.”
“Hmph! Stubborn?” Feng Bu Jue scoffed, puffing out his chest. “That was pure skill—the legendary Shit-Floating Lightness Skill!”
The boss ignored his vulgar bravado and pulled out a handgun.
“Damn it!” Feng Bu Jue hissed, vanishing in a flash.
Looking closer, he’d slipped behind the large rock beneath his feet, crouching low with a flashlight clenched in his teeth. His body hugged the stone, positioning himself precisely in Fu De’s blind spot.
Though dawn hadn’t broken, Fu De’s vision surpassed ordinary humans. The faint glow from Feng Bu Jue’s flashlight revealed enough detail, but his angle made shooting impossible.
Feng Bu Jue clung to the rock with arms and legs, his rear barely touching the quagmire. The minimal contact kept him from sinking before his stamina ran out.
“I should’ve brought my hunting rifle,” Fu De chuckled, holstered the handgun. “My marksmanship is flawless, but handguns aren’t ideal for long-range work—especially in this darkness.”
“You’re just shaking because of my peerless lightness skill!” Feng Bu Jue taunted, spitting out his flashlight into the mire to free a hand for an obscene gesture.
“Hmph… You think hiding there keeps you safe?” Fu De’s grin turned menacing. “You think I wouldn’t just walk over?”
“Save the drama!” Feng Bu Jue shot back, his tone brazen. “I’m a busy, respectable man—no time to beat you up. Why not do us both a favor and run into my fist?” He released one arm to flip Fu De off before clinging to the rock again.
“Rude brat…” The boss actually snarled.
Fu De retreated from the swamp’s edge, creating space to sprint. He couldn’t replicate Feng Bu Jue’s Shit-Floating technique—never read a martial arts novel, couldn’t grasp the logic—but with proper preparation, his physical prowess could launch him onto the same rock.
The flashlight had sunk, leaving both men in darkness. The moon vanished, dawn yet to break, the sky a deep violet. Even in the open death swamp, Feng Bu Jue’s vision barely reached five meters.
Silence thickened. Bubbles gurgled in the mire. Feng Bu Jue held his breath, tracking Fu De’s movements until rapid, forceful footsteps erupted—short strides, building momentum rather than speed.
A thunderous footstep echoed.
Fu De soared in a whale-back arc, leaping skyward.
Hearing the leap, Feng Bu Jue scrambled up, drawing his handgun and firing two shots into the air. The muzzle flashes revealed Fu De’s position, though the bullets missed wildly.
A second later, Fu De landed—two meters away, atop the same rock.
Feng Bu Jue fired again, striking Fu De’s body. At this range, even a bulletproof vest wouldn’t prevent injury, but Fu De didn’t flinch.
“Heh…” Fu De grinned, stepping forward. “It’s over. Time I tore you apart with my bare hands.”
“Hah!” Feng Bu Jue laughed, activating his final consumption skill—Brat’s Low Kick.
The skill ignored proficiency levels, tripping any theoretical target. Perfect for Fu De.
The boss lurched backward, arms flailing. Though his skill could’ve countered mid-fall, Feng Bu Jue’s ability forced completion of the “trip” effect. Fu De toppled sideways, splashing into the swamp.
Feng Bu Jue ducked behind the rock again, resuming his defensive grip. No risks now—Fu De might still fire a dying shot or hurl mud, shaving off Feng Bu Jue’s last 1% vitality.
He listened to Fu De’s curses and splashes until they faded three minutes later. Even in his final moments, Fu De spat threats until the mud choked his breath.
[Current task completed. Main quest finished.]
[Scenario complete. Automatic teleportation(End of Chapter)
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