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Chapter 290: Mantlescramble Battle (25)
Chapter 290: Mantlescramble Battle (25)
Time slightly rewinding…
When Shiva fired his first Rpg, Feng Bu Jue mid-air had no idea Jason Todd would intercept it with a Batman Batarang. In that split second, Feng Bu Jue perceived the attack as a death sentence.
Without hesitation, he activated the cold-blood armor’s helmet and back hatch, ejecting himself at lightning speed. His plan? To hide behind the armor instead of inside it, using its bulk to absorb the blast. This way, he could activate the 【Shield】 special effect during the explosion, minimizing damage through dual protection from armor and skill. The blast’s shockwave would even propel him away from ground zero.
The strategy was sound—until Jason Todd’s Batarang intercepted the rocket mid-flight. The explosion’s fireball and smoke obscured Shiva’s vision momentarily. Jason’s attention shifted elsewhere, and with nightfall making streetlights brighter than the sky, no one noticed the armor’s interior was empty, Feng Bu Jue now crouched behind its smoldering frame.
…
Time resumes…
The Net of Gods heroes’ interruption cost Shiva little time but handed him a gift—the fearless heroine’s demise. Had she faced Npc factions in another scenario, she’d likely be dead already. But this brief skirmish drained Feng Bu Jue’s 【Weightless Touch】 skill completely. Without its power, he and the armor plummeted under Earth’s gravity.
At that moment, Shiva’s third Rpg streaked across the sky.
In a flash, Feng Bu Jue kicked off the armor, hurling its heavy bulk toward the incoming rocket while launching himself sideways like an arrow.
The explosion roared. The cold-blood armor and Frozen Pulse Rifle disintegrated mid-air, scattering burning debris. Feng Bu Jue, untouched by the shockwave, landed safely on a building rooftop thirty meters away.
The Spirit Sense Body Technique’s energy drain, crash damage, and accumulated vitality loss from battling Jason Todd and Shiva forced him to chug a vitality supplement. This was his first Blood Vial use in the scenario—50% effectiveness intact—restoring his vitality to 80%.
But Shiva’s eyes never left him. The game menu confirmed Feng Bu Jue’s survival. The hunt continued.
Shiva discarded his Rpg, leapt three stories high, and scaled a building using pipes and wall kicks, reaching the sixth-floor rooftop in seconds. Scanning the distance, Feng Bu Jue remained in sight.
Shiva smirked, sprinting across rooftops with effortless agility. He deployed the Celestial Dance Hourglass to cover his retreat, its stone disc turrets creating a defensive perimeter. The rooftop heroes fell behind rapidly.
“Where do you think you’re running? Huh?!” Shiva bellowed, exhilarated. This battle reignited a long-lost thrill—pure combat joy.
Shiva had been a top player for over a decade, rising from teenage prodigy to veteran. At his level, combat excitement dulled. Matches became predictable. Top-tier players knew each other’s classes, gear, and styles. Outcomes were often decided before fights began.
Take his duel with Wu Si Can Xuan—routine, passionless. Both veterans, they assessed opponents instantly, calculating advantages from race, class, and equipment. There was no room for luck or mistakes. Even Wu Si Can Xuan’s defeat in Terrifying Paradise surprised him only by degree, not outcome. Shiva’s victory felt inevitable, like a tennis seed defeating a lower-ranked opponent.
Yet Feng Bu Jue—Mad Bu Jue—was different. Unpredictable.
“He’s weak. Pathetically weak. Low level, mediocre stats, average gear. His skills? One boosts physical techniques but drains energy fast, so he flickers it on/off. The other? That punch on Jason Todd’s arm? Weak. He even strapped bombs to himself! Without freezing the armor, he’d be dead.” Shiva mused, “But why… why does my gut say he still has a chance?”
Shiva’s combat instincts, honed through years, usually dissected opponents instantly. Yet Feng Bu Jue’s unpredictability deepened his intrigue. “Even if I go all-out, bombs be damned, I can’t see a path to victory. My advantage is clear. If I were him, I’d have lost already…” He snorted. “Maybe Zhao Ying Wang really did fall to this brat.”
A sudden white beam shot toward him. Shiva dodged, unslowed.
“Another one?” He touched his cheek—frostbite marked where the beam grazed.
Feng Bu Jue’s satchel held a smaller Frozen Pulse Rifle—a compact, cartoonish handgun.
[Name: Cryo Pulse Gun (Low Power)]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Fine]
[Attack Power: None]
[Attribute: Ice]
[Special Effect: Freeze target]
[Equipment Condition: Shooting Proficiency E]
[Can Be Taken Out of Scenario]
[Background: Single shots freeze basketball-sized objects. Continuous fire spreads freezing from(End of Chapter)
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