Chapter 550: Chu Mo Island (16)
Chapter 550 Chu Mo Island (16)
"Let me tell you... otherworld traveler..." Fu Ling immediately replied, "The most hideous moment in the world... is the instant when the most beautiful thing gets destroyed!"
Her voice dripped with venom, every word spewing hatred and anguish like poison.
Before her final syllable faded, Fu Ling swept her arm upward. From the swamp below, a "shit dragon" erupted, surging straight toward Feng Bu Jue like a volcanic eruption.
Feng Bu Jue responded with a crisp shout, twisting his body into a spinning drill. His feet became whirling blades unleashing Storm Leg in rapid succession.
In that moment, the shit dragon lunged forward while cleaving strikes flew like hail. The shockwaves from Storm Leg layered like tidal surges, swallowing the creature in cascading destruction. As the storm subsided, Feng Bu Jue had completely neutralized Fu Ling's attack.
But Fu Ling didn't pause for breath. With arms sweeping together, she launched another technique. From her palms erupted a violent gust - a dark brown gas projectile that could suffocate opponents even if its force failed.
Facing this amorphous attack, Storm Leg might falter. Feng Bu Jue twisted midair, retreating from the blast zone.
"Hmph... This boss seems like a stationary post..." As he maneuvered, Feng Bu Jue analyzed, "Her lower body's stuck in quagmire while her upper body rotates slowly. If I circle behind her quickly, targeting her waist... she can't possibly dodge."
With this strategy forming, he activated [Spirit Sense Body Technique - Modified], alternating his feet in Moon Step thrice. His figure refracted like a bent light beam, suddenly appearing behind Fu Ling's lower back.
"Wearing gloves anyway... Time to gamble!" He realized killing her without contact was impossible. To minimize physical interaction, he chose an all-or-nothing approach - no intervention unless it was the killing blow!
Sssshhhhh---
A piercing whistle tore through the air.
Fierce palm winds concealed soft force, while domineering flying dragons unleashed imminent death.
With [Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist], vicious energy lashed Fu Ling's lumbar spine like a sandstorm...
......
Meanwhile, at the swamp's opposite end.
"Do you guys hear that?" Tian Ma Xing Kong suddenly asked, walking mid-group.
"Yeah... This wind..." Ji Bu replied, "Sounds like someone screaming in agony."
"Probably some spooky sound effect", Fei Chai Shu chimed in. "Common in many scenarios."
Hong Hu added, "Once did a solo nightmare mission where spectral whispers haunted us from start to finish." Adjusting his glasses, he shivered, "Even recalling it now... chills me to the bone."
"Ugh... I hate these sneaky jump-scare tactics most", Tian Ma Xing Kong grimaced.
"How should I put it..." Hong Hu countered, "What you call 'sneaky' is atmosphere-building - advanced terror technique. Compared to direct visual shocks, this carries more lethality." He paused, "Subtle sounds and images that stir imagination, letting fear accumulate until bursting unexpectedly - that's when 1+1>2."
"Hmm... Wonder how Feng Bu Jue's doing", Fei Chai Shu mused. "In this environment, solo players tend to overthink."
"Not a chance!" Ji Bu and Hong Hu exclaimed simultaneously.
"Don't worry", Ji Bu continued. "He loves being alone. That guy never worries - his mind's always scheming evil plans. Once, he stayed in a mutationzombie city alone, then established a lure-and-kill zombie base. Wide field of view, plentiful ammunition, perfect bait... and his bleeped music playlist!"
"Exactly", Hong Hu agreed. "Never seen him afraid. Even Shidaostudio's fear-suppressants - they still felt residual fear and slowed reactions. Faces got wooden too." Adjusting glasses again, "But Feng Bu Jue? Truly fearless. In our team mission together, he insisted on solo investigations in pitch-black environments, calm as ever. No idea how his nerves grew."
"Okay fine... Guess I'm needlessly worrying", Fei Chai Shu admitted awkwardly. Having only watched Feng Bu Jue's Peak Conquest Tournament videos, he knew only of the man's strength and "arrogant" reputation.
Fei Chai Shu hadn't expected... someone so bizarre he'd make both Hong Hu and Ji Bu (whom Fei still considered a hidden expert) gush with "non-human" praise. Truly extraordinary.
"Yes! We've got dozens of meters left to clear this swamp."
"Right", Fei Chai Shu removed his helmet. "That light path disappears just past here."
"Phew..." Ji Bu exhaled. "Mad Bu Jue wasn't lying. Our olfactory must've numbed - didn't even notice thesmell fading."
Indeed, somewhere along the way, all four ceased covering mouths/noses. They'd fully adapted to the fetid odor...
"Wait! What's that?" Hong Hu at the rear suddenly cautioned. "Over there, swamp's edge."
Following his indication, they looked ahead. At the swamp's boundary where mud met stone path, eerie shadows writhed on the ground. Look closer... like a giant hand caressing the earth...
......
Back at the hidden boss's battlefield.
Feng Bu Jue's [Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist] intervened decisively.
Fu Ling's immense spirit entity, rooted in swamp, couldn't evade. The impact struck true, her scream erupting with fetid odor that rippled through the combat barrier.
After landing the blow, Feng Bu Jue immediately retreated, rebounding off the transparent barrier to create distance.
Yet thathorror scream pierced his ears. In seconds, it shattered his balance and spatial perception, causing midair stumble that nearlycrashed.
"Tch... Retaliation via unavoidable sound attack when damaged", Feng Bu Jue analyzed while stabilizing, "Putting that aside..." His gaze snapped to the strike point, "Did my attack actually work?"
His suspicion was reasonable - within seconds, Fu Ling's damaged waist area had already regenerated, dark brown matter reconstructing her body identically. No injuries visible.
"Physical attacks ineffective? Or super regeneration?" Feng Bu Jue's mind raced while his body never stilled. Before Fu Ling's next strike, he needed higher ground for maneuvering space.
"You vile, filthy ant!" Fu Ling roared after recovering. "When I catch you, I'll drown you in this swamp's deepest abyss!"
"Hmm... Let's try pure spirit arts this time." Ignoring her threats, Feng Bu Jue leapt to the barrier's peak.
First, he summoned Adamantine Bell, activating Special Effect 4: [Doubles next spirit artsproficiencyskills effect under reasonable conditions]. Then he raised hands to eyes, aiming downward.
"Ah... Gloves definitely smeared with shit", he muttered while charging ki cannon. "Boss's size should fully absorb 100% damage."
Eyes sharpening, his spiritual energy surged like erupting volcano, technique poised like drawn bowstring.
"Optimistically, at least serious injury..." Speaking, he calibrated ki cannon's trajectory perfectly, then shouted the technique name with ten pointsmiddle school syndrome, "Fu Ling! Take my Great Ki Cannon!"
(End of Chapter)
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