Chapter 450: The Commentary is Actually…
Chapter 450: The Commentary is Actually…
Feng Bu Jue didn’t linger long in the initial building, as the system prompt at the start of the scenario had already made it clear: while there would be a plot summary, there were “no side quests/hidden tasks or special world view.” Thus, there was no need for him to conduct any meticulous investigations.
Considering that he was a seed contestant with three kill points, he was likely a target for others’ envy. Feng Bu Jue had decided to lay low—avoiding conflict and conserving his capabilities unless the system deemed him guilty of passive play.
After all… he still had another mission to fulfill.
“The more I think about it, the more ominous this feels,” Feng Bu Jue muttered as he walked toward the building’s exit. “The monsters wandering this city… compared to when I was here last, both their numbers and strength have surged dramatically—and that’s not even the worst part. The scenario overview specifically mentioned the Four Pillars Deity, which means this is an extremely dire situation…”
His concerns weren’t unfounded. During the Toywar arc, Xianzhi had explicitly revealed Feng Bu Jue’s role in helping Bi Li and his companions escape prison. This meant that information was no longer a secret.
What puzzled Feng Bu Jue was that when he aided Bi Li, Ao Er Deng, and La Bit—the puppet, spirit monster, and rabbit—during their break-out, he’d eliminated the warden Fast to ensure the news wouldn’t leak. Logically, the secret should have stayed buried.
But now, whether he liked it or not, the cat was out of the bag. He needed to reassess his position.
First, the Time Lord faction. Feng Bu Jue had indeed assisted the Four Pillars Deity—though, in hindsight, the Time Lord had actually saved Feng Bu Jue’s life, allowing him to capture Samo Di Er.
However, Feng Bu Jue later backstabbed the Time Lord, freeing the three prisoners he had imprisoned and killing the warden. Comparing these two acts, the latter would likely outweigh any favor he’d done.
Next, the Tribunal of Truth… Feng Bu Jue believed that in a place where “spreading chaos” was enough to convict someone, he would never be welcome. If he were a native of this dimension, he’d probably already be imprisoned for several thousand years.
Thus, his reputation with the Tribunal of Truth was inherently antagonistic—irreversibly so.
As for the remaining two factions, their names alone suggested they were evil-aligned. Feng Bu Jue didn’t mind this—he was already viewed by other players as a ruthless villain, so aligning with an evil faction wouldn’t feel forced. However, it would be difficult.
Take the Lord of Demons faction, for instance. Though Feng Bu Jue had never met the Demon Lord himself, he’d already encountered enough of his followers. The Chaos Wasteland’s inhabitants spoke a language he understood well: violence. No matter how politely you approached them—even saying “Hello!”—their response would likely be a guttural roar, followed by a third-person declaration of their name before charging forward to attack. (e.g., “Hulk! Smash!”)
Therefore, Feng Bu Jue’s options were limited. If he wanted to seek help from Npc/monster factions in this scenario, his only viable choice was to approach the Realm of the Dead.
Though unfamiliar with this faction, he at least had no prior grudges with them, leaving room for negotiation.
“Wow… this is quite a sight…” Feng Bu Jue soon reached the building’s grand entrance, gazing at the scene outside.
The city’s architecture, public infrastructure, and even roadside cars were nearly all wrapped in a fleshy, meat-like substance. Giant cracks and collapsed slopes scarred the pavement, while thick, python-sized meaty thorns grew in some areas. Elsewhere, obsidian crystal formations jutted up like small hills.
The air outside was even more layered and complex than inside. To put it simply, the building’s interior reeked of a concentrated, suffocating stench of decay. Outside, the atmosphere was richer and more intricate—standing at a crossroads, facing different directions might let you smell sulfur, marsh gas, bloodshed, or excrement.
“Heh… I imagine that at a lower level, just being in an environment like this would drain your vitality value,” Feng Bu Jue mused. “Ah… I miss my gas mask already.”
Still, outdoors, the odor’s intensity was naturally lighter than indoors. At the very least, he no longer needed to cover his nose constantly.
“Hmm… where should I go?” Feng Bu Jue glanced around, deep in thought—when suddenly…
“A deadly combat awaits within the Labyrinth City.”
“A spirit beast’s low growl brims with malice, impossible to conceal.”
Two lines of Minnan dialect commentary suddenly pierced the air, echoing clearly in Feng Bu Jue’s ears.
It wasn’t just him—every spectator watching [Mad Bu Jue] heard them too.
Indeed… this final’s commentary was provided by the system itself, adopting a Pili-style narration. Every combat event triggered corresponding narration, and viewers could also see subtitles.
“What?” Feng Bu Jue paused, startled. “So this can happen even outside a Pili world?” After his duel with Kuangzong Jianying, he’d never encountered a Pili-style scenario again, nor heard such commentary elsewhere. He hadn’t expected to hear it here.
“Hmm… since the narration said that, it means the battle is already underway,” Feng Bu Jue realized quickly, immediately tightening his guard.
Indeed, three nearby monsters had already detected his presence. They were positioned on the rooftop of the building behind Feng Bu Jue.
Once the narration began, the combat was triggered. Though not a player-versus-player fight, the system would still broadcast it.
Thus, until the combat concluded, Feng Bu Jue’s actions would continue to be live-streamed with commentary…
“In this instant, three beastly shadows move!”
“Rhaaa!” A guttural roar erupted as the three monsters lunged downward in unison.
Feng Bu Jue merely smirked at the sound, stamping his foot and soaring upward to meet them. He had no fear of their ambush from above, nor did he believe these wandering map monsters would be particularly strong. He simply wanted to end this quickly.
Mid-air, under the pale moonlight, Feng Bu Jue finally got a clear look at the trio’s forms: The first resembled a child, with short limbs but a pair of massive pincers protruding from its ribs, their surfaces reflecting cold metallic glints. The second was web-like, about the size of a door, with a hollow center. Part of its body extended like a serrated saw—its weapon. The third resembled an insect, its body asymmetrically built. One side bristled with multiple legs, the other with wings. A narrow, scythe-like antenna grew from the winged side.
“What kind of monsters are these…” Feng Bu Jue thought. “Their forms are so bizarre, I can’t even tell where their weak points are…”
“Mad Bu Jue channels three parts of his power, confronting his foes head-on.”
“The three beasts, in perfect unison, attack from all sides.”
“The scythe—aim for the left arm!”
“The saw—strike the shoulder!”
“The pincers—target the eyes!”
As the commentary reached this point, Feng Bu Jue was already inches from the three beasts. Without hesitation, he unleashed his first skill.
[Skill Name: Evil King Flame Hellfire]
[Skill Card Attribute: Active Skill, Permanently Mastered]
[Skill Category: Spirit Arts]
[Effect: Launch a combo by enveloping fists in flames (Cooldown: 5 minutes)]
[Consumption: Stamina Value 200, Spirit Energy Value 50]
[Learning Condition: Martial Arts Proficiency C, Spirit Arts Proficiency C]
[Background: One of the ultimate techniques from the Evil King’s Flame Fist.]
This skill had a short cooldown and was relatively economical in resource consumption. While its power didn’t yet rival the Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist, it could directly target spirit entities. As a high-value skill, Feng Bu Jue had plucked it from his Scare Box.
“In an instant of silence, the storm erupts! With a sudden shout, the battle ignites!”
“Haaaaa!”
“Mad Bu Jue unites his spirit, unleashing both fists, transforming them into an endless array of fist shadows.”
“The fists blaze with fire; the fire channels through the soul.”
“Though three beasts attack as one, their efforts are meaningless against such overwhelming power.”
Hearing these words, Feng Bu Jue steadied his mind. At this moment, his flaming fists struck the three monsters head-on.
“However! A cornered beast still fights—how could it accept defeat?”
“What the hell!” Feng Bu Jue felt an instant of being manipulated by the narration, his previously relaxed nerves snapping taut once more.
The three beasts hadn’t been killed outright—they’d only been wounded, halting briefly before howling in agony. Then, like desperate animals, they lunged downward again, their claws now shimmering with an eerie energy that extended their reach.
“In a final, desperate charge, they surge forth! At this critical moment, Mad Bu Jue suddenly spots the opening. His figure twists rapidly, his foot stamps, and he darts sideways, unleashing his full strength!”
“I’m just using Moon Step to dodge sideways and release Storm Leg…” Feng Bu Jue silently grumbled. “Why does it have to sound so dramatic… Like I’m unleashing some earth-shaking ultimate skill…”
“A brilliant azure blaze surges forth, instilling dread in all who see it!”
This time, the three monsters, already critically injured by Evil King Flame Hellfire, were finally finished off.
“The battle ends in an instant. After two moves from Mad Bu Jue, the three spirit beasts perish one by one.” Five seconds after this narration, the system’s live broadcast switched to another scene, as the combat had concluded.
“Heh… hehehe…” Feng Bu Jue landed, chuckling dryly. “Hey… with this kind of commentary, even a kids’ scuffle could sound like a Huashan Sect martial arts showdown. Two brats scuffling could be spun into ‘a palm force stirring up tempestuous winds, endless hidden power surging forth!’…”
(End of Chapter)
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