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bang bang bang—
The sound of moon steps piercing through the air resounded frequently, and a swift shadow advanced at high speed in the middle of the swamp.
Because it took too much time to communicate with Fu Ling, Feng Bujue had to speed up his progress.
Relying on his memory, he returned to the edge of the mocking forest, and successfully found the footprints left by the four of them. Then, he continued to chase after those footprints, and came to the edge of the swamp.
At this moment, there are still 22 minutes before the time limit for completing the main task.
"Hey, hey... what is this..." Feng Bujue walked to the edge of the swamp, and saw a strange thing on a section of the stone road ahead—four black human-shaped smudges.
"No way..." Although he couldn't see clearly from a distance, he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Feeling apprehensive, Brother Jue walked along the dirt and stone path to the stone road. He walked quickly to the side of those stains, looked down carefully. At this distance, he can finally be sure... These four stains are the outlines of Uncle Waste Chai, Tianma Xingkong, Honghu and Atobe.
"What kind of LAY is this..." Feng Bujue murmured with his eyes closed, "Smear your whole body with ink and lay down to commemorate it..." He immediately denied this deduction, "Hmm... No. These four smudges are just like silhouettes , the edges are very smooth, and there is not even a drop of extra black spots around them. They are not 2D characters in cartoons, even if they are immersed in liquid, it is impossible to create such smudges on the ground... "
Thinking of this, Brother Jue squatted down, ready to reach out to touch the stain, wanting to check what it was.
Unexpectedly, at this moment... a strong wind passed by, and a black shadow came from the side suddenly.
Feng Bujue's reaction was quick, he tapped his toes and jumped uphill (downhill is the direction of the swamp), distanced himself from the unknown threat. Just in this gap of lightning and flint, [Death Poker] has appeared in his hands, ready to go.
"Hehe... Your skills are not bad either." A sharp voice sounded.
Brother Jue turned his head and locked the enemy with his eyes. It was... a black, empty, gigantic hand.
"Oh? It's not bad, isn't it..." Feng Bujue said in a rather calm tone, with a completely familiar expression on his face, "So...you have met a few people with good skills before. guy."
Brother Jue's wording can be described as watertight. He neither pointed out who those "guys" were, nor did he say what relationship they had with him. He simply made a reasonable inference based on the content of the short sentence in the other party's mouth, and then used the other party's words in turn.
"They are on the ground..." The black hand pointed the stain on the ground with his index finger, and then, laughter came out from his palm, "Hehe... you will be like them soon. Hehe... I can let you Choose a good pose."
"Cut... the whole army is wiped out..." Feng Bujue glanced at the four figures on the ground again, and pondered, "But... from the game menu, they are all still alive, there should be a way to recover..."
"What's the matter? Are you too scared to speak?" the black hand answered aggressively.
"Are you the 'Hand of Rubbing'?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, the expression on his face became colder, which showed that... he became a little serious.
"Ha... Traveler from another world, do you even know me?" Rubbing Hand smiled.
Of course Feng Bujue doesn't know this guy... But, just now, Brother Jue has inquired a lot of information from Fu Ling, so he knows that there are four guards on Jumo Island, namely 'Hands, Eyes, Heart, Soul', The 'hand' in it is called the hand of rubbing.
"Hmph... I know a thing or two..." Bluffing is Feng Bujue's forte. As soon as he heard that he had guessed right, he immediately sneered, "I also know... the strength of your guards is actually very average. But... each of you There is a special ability." He pointed to the ground, "These four people... were pushed to the ground because of your little trick, right?"
Brother Jue's words were also a temptation. He pretended to know the other party very well, and showed arrogance and contempt to anger the other party. In fact... He didn't even know what the abilities of the four guards were. It's not that Fu Ling refuses to tell Brother Jue, but that even she doesn't know.
"Little trick?" The shrill voice of Rubbing Hand was raised high, "Huh... you fool, how dare you say that?" When it said this, it turned its back (palm) , raised his middle finger to Brother Jue, "I'll let you experience it...my little trick."
"Okay~ I also have the same intention." Feng Bujue replied.
Right now, Brother Jue's physical strength and spiritual strength are already stretched. After using the Nandou Flying Dragon Fist, Qigong Cannon, and a lot of Moon Steps one after another, his body has naturally shown signs of fatigue. If you fight the opponent normally, you may not have a 50% chance of winning. Furthermore... Uncle Waste Chai and the others are definitely not bad at fighting head-on, and they have a lot of people, but how could they be dealt with
Obviously, conventional methods would not work in order to defeat the guard.
"You want to play evil..." Brother Jue raised one corner of his mouth, and swept the other party with malicious eyes, "I will accompany you to the end."
"Ha! I'll stop you from being arrogant right away!" The hand of Tuoyin shouted and raised his palm.
In the next second, the space around them condensed, and a misty shadow surrounded the person with one hand, forming a cylindrical area.
"Hey... welcome to... the field of guessing fists!" The palm of Ruoyin's hand let out a sinister smile.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue stretched his face, and said weakly, "So it's this kind of ability?" He put on a look of disgust and contempt, squinted at the other side and said, "I thought you would make some more tricks. There are technical tricks coming, like pole dancing or something..."
"What is that..." The aura of Rubbing's hand dissipated in an instant, and his tone was full of egg pain.
"A form of dance." Feng Bujue shrugged.
"I've heard of pole dancing..." Rubbing Zhishou said.
"No no, that one is for people with bodies." Feng Bujue said, "For you... you need to find a pillar and get a few buckets of lubricant..."
"That's a fart dance! It's highly technical! You give me enough time!" The Rubbing Hand roared and interrupted.
"As a right hand, your awareness is ridiculously childish..." Feng Bujue raised his right hand solemnly, his hand was like a flame, "Huh... you are like a knee-deep Those who are in the water, but claim to have seen the ocean, you are the real fool..." He slowly changed his gestures, and raised his middle finger to the rubbing hand, "In front of this hand of God, you can't even I don’t even have the qualifications to make nasty gestures!”
"In a sense, you are really a god..." Rubbing Hand couldn't help complaining, "With a passionate, domineering, and aloof attitude... to make such wretched words and deeds as if nothing had happened..."
"Heh... Let's save the screams of the bereaved dog until after the defeat." Feng Bujue swung his arms, "Let's fight! Isn't it just guessing punches."
Seeing that the other party stopped talking nonsense, Rubbing Hand also snorted coldly, and brought the topic back to the main topic: "Huh... don't worry... This is obviously not an ordinary guessing game. For the sake of fairness, before we start, I would like to say the following rules."
"Oh... If the opponent doesn't know the rules, the ability won't be fully effective, right..." Feng Bujue replied directly.
"Whispering!" The hand of rubbing was exposed instantly, and he became a little annoyed, "If you don't want to listen to us, just waste it like this! There is absolutely no way to escape from this field!"
"Okay...you can tell." Feng Bujue spread his hands and shook his head pretendingly.
"First of all, let me tell you the rules about winning and losing." Rubbing Hand continued, "Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and book beats rock. If both sides play the same thing, it will be a draw." He said while Then, while changing the shape of his hands, he made the appearance of rock, scissors, and paper respectively, "When one side wins three victories, it will be considered a winner. There is no limit to the interval between each round. If you want, the interval between two rounds A week is also fine, heh... as long as you are not afraid of starving to death in the boxing field."
"Yeah, there's more." Feng Bujue nodded to deal with it.
"If I win..." Rubbing Hand said, "I'll slap you into the ground." He paused, "Just like I did to them..."
"Sorry to interrupt." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Excuse me... did the four of them compete with you one by one?"
"Yes." The Rubbing Hand replied, "But... I have enclosed all four of them in the boxing field from the beginning, in case they leave their companions and escape."
"That is to say... when you compete with the first person, the other three will be watching..." Feng Bujue said again.
"Yes." The other party replied.
"Then you beat the first person and slapped him into the field, and the second person came to compete with you, and so on..." Feng Bujue continued, "You defeated four of them in a row..."
"Hey... That's right." Rubbing Hand replied proudly, "How is it? Are you scared?"
Brother Jue didn't answer this question, but said calmly: "I see, please continue to talk about the rules."
"Huh..." The rubbing hand felt bored, it clenched its fist, and continued the previous words, "If you win... Although we all know that it is impossible... But what if, that kind of thing really happens Alright, then... I'll let you pass through here."
"Just let me pass alone?" Feng Bujue said, as if he already knew something, he said confidently, "Then what if I win you again? That is, to win the 'three victories' again."
"Hey..." Rubbing Hand smiled slyly, "Those four people... are indeed your companions, right?"
Feng Bujue remained silent.
The Rubbing Hand didn't need his acknowledgment either. It pointed to the figure on the ground and said with a smile, "From the second time on, every time you win three games against me, I will release a person from the ground and give him the right to pass." " His voice sank, "but you have to think about it... Excluding the number of draws, in every five rounds, if you lose three rounds..." RS
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