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The five fast shadows stepped up the slope along the stone road. In less than a minute, they had run nearly 300 meters and reached the top of the small slope.
Standing here and looking forward, you can see a gray wasteland.
Above the wasteland stands a group of conical spires. Those spiers are densely gathered in one place, arranged very neatly, like a bundle of bamboo shoots tied together.
"That pile of things is the roof of the Temple of Faith." Feng Bujue explained, "90% of this building is buried in the ground, we have to find an entrance as soon as possible." If not, use force to open the gap."
"Well, it's not too late, let's go." Honghu continued.
"When we get there, we will search separately." Uncle Waste Chai also responded.
The five of them exchanged a few words before moving forward again. This time they went down the slope, rushing faster, reaching a distance of several hundred meters in a blink of an eye. But when they came to the pile of spiers, they unexpectedly discovered... the entrance is very easy to find. On each spire, there is a movable door (skylight), as long as you get close, you can see its outline.
"Come in one at random?" Atobe looked at his teammates with a questioning look.
"I don't have time to choose one by one now..." Feng Bujue said, he had already walked to the spire closest to him, and opened the trap door above, "I'll go down first, in case there are any traps, I can also dodge with the ability to stay in the air."
Of course, Brother Jue won't just say it...
While saying this, he picked up a stone and threw it into the entrance.
pat—
The sound of the stone falling to the ground returned quickly, and it seemed that the space inside was not very deep.
"Oh? It doesn't seem like a one-stop design..." Feng Bujue took out the [composite anti-gravity catapult] while talking.
He skillfully turned on the searchlight and shone into the door. At this time, the four teammates also gathered around him and looked in...
The five people directly saw the walls and ground inside the building by the light of the catapult.
"What's this? Attic?" Tianma asked wildly.
"Who knows..." Honghu said, "It's a good thing for us anyway, at least we don't have to worry about falling to our death."
While they were talking, Feng Bujue took half a step forward. I saw him support it with one hand, and then jumped into the entrance.
Two seconds later, Brother Jue landed suddenly and stood firmly in the space inside the temple. A system prompt sounded in his ear: [The current task has been completed].
At this moment, Feng Bujue's first reaction was not to check the task bar, but to scan the surroundings with lights, searching for traps and monsters.
After confirming that there was no danger for the four weeks, he immediately raised his head and shouted, "Get down!"
With the shout, the four people above heard the news and moved. They jumped into the entrance one after another and fell down one after another.
In the end, the five people collectively touched the ground safely, and heard system prompts one after another.
At this moment, there are forty seconds left before the mission deadline...
"Huh... If we hadn't taken a shortcut, I'm afraid the group would have been wiped out in the first main task?" Atobe looked at the task that was ticked off in the game menu, and said with a long sigh of relief.
"That's not necessarily the case." Uncle Waste Chai said, "If we take a long way... Maybe we won't meet that rubbing hand."
"Oh! By the way..." Atobe's expression changed slightly, he looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Master Feng, can you explain now... the previous match between you and the Rubbing Hand?"
"Ah... actually... quite simple." Feng Bujue was still scanning around with the searchlight on the catapult while replying, really wasting no time at all.
"Don't be a fool." Honghu said, "The eagerness to show off on your face has already betrayed you."
"Hehe... ok ok..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "but I'd better start from the beginning..."
In the next few minutes, Brother Jue recounted his glorious deeds such as breaking into the swamp alone, fighting Fuling, being a hero to save "beauty", and getting information in anger.
In short, after this description, we finally talked about the part where he and the Rubbing Hand guessed fists...
"After chatting with that idiot [beep—] for three or five sentences, I saw through it." Feng Bujue started to explain with a stern tone and strong words (expletives), "First of all, the game of guessing fist The project itself is very suspicious... This is not chess and go, which relies purely on skill to win; nor is it card military chess, which emphasizes both luck and technology... This is his guessing game! The name itself has the word "guess"! The element of luck definitely plays a role Is it more than 70%?" He turned around and took a few steps, "The opponent proposed to use the rule of five rounds and three wins to conduct a finger-guessing competition... This behavior itself seems to be saying 'I have special boxing skills'."
"Oh... I thought of this too." Honghu sighed, "It's a pity... At that time I always thought it would make a fuss about rules or tactics, but I didn't expect... It relies on some kind of hidden ability."
"At first I thought so too, but just to be on the safe side, I asked the Rubbing Hand a question." Feng Bujue continued, "I asked it...'Did the four of them compete with you one by one?'" He He smiled, "And it admitted proudly... From that moment on, I was sure that the Rubbing Hand must be using some kind of 'ability' to cheat."
"Huh?" Atobe couldn't keep up with his thinking when he heard this, "Hey...the gap between the question and the conclusion is too big..."
"Well... I can understand what he means." Uncle Waste Chai continued, "The steps of the crazy brother's reasoning should be like this... Since the four of us are fighting one by one, the order of appearance will naturally be first and last. If there is no accident , Honghu, who is good at analysis, will definitely be arranged to play last. With Honghu's resourcefulness, after watching the entire three duels, there is no reason why he can't see through the tricks of Ruoyin's hand, unless... "
Honghu took over the conversation and said: "Unless the opponent doesn't rely on rules or tactics to win at all."
Atobe also understood at this time, and continued: "So... the conclusion is that the Rubbing Hand has some kind of ability that can win the game of guessing punches?"
"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue clapped his hands and applauded, "Very good, the so-called three cobblers are Zhuge Liang."
"You are a bit stinky and shameless..." Honghu replied.
"That's right, I really can't compare the prime minister's character." Feng Bujue nodded solemnly.
"The implication... Can you compare in terms of wisdom?" Atobe said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
Brother Jue ignored the other party's complaints, brought the topic back on track, and continued: "In short, since it has been confirmed that Rubbing Hand uses 'ability' to guess punches, then things will be easy to handle. Because I also have a The ability to instantly predict the opponent's actions."
At this moment, what Feng Bujue said was of course his "zero-day calculation".
"Actually, what I really care about is not the fist-guessing itself... but the setting of 'Film-guessing Field'." Feng Bujue said, "Have you all noticed it? In that field, our fighting ability has been greatly suppressed, and it has almost become a reality. In a state no different from ordinary people.”
"That's right." Tianma Xingkong continued, "Otherwise I would have killed that big hand with Meteor Fist, guess what kind of punch it is."
"Yes, that domain is the most terrifying." Feng Bujue said, "There are so many powerful fighters on this magic island. As a guard, he must have the means to suppress those prisoners. Obviously... by rubbing The strength of the hand itself is far from enough. If I am not mistaken, the four guards including the hand of the rubbing are not using their own strength, but a special ability that has been 'endowed' .” He paused, his eyes changed slightly, “After the previous test... I am completely sure of this hypothesis.”
"Test? What test?" asked Atobe.
Feng Bujue replied in a natural tone: "It was the last match between me and Rubbing Hand."
As soon as this remark came out, Honghu who was standing next to him gasped...
Only those who closely follow Brother Jue's train of thought can realize how terrifying this guy is...
Ten minutes ago, when everyone thought that Feng Bujue's act of "killing them all" was an intermittent seizure, he knew very well...it was just a crazy show. Behind this show, there are still rational judgments and reasonable actions.
"Judging from the results, the 'absolute rule' in the field of boxing guessing is irresistible even by rubbing hands." Feng Bujue continued, "This proves that this field is not its own power."
"Oh... no wonder the Rubbing Hand behaved so strangely at the end." Atobe continued, "It turns out that it knew that it was doomed to lose, but it was powerless to end the game, so it did that."
"Well, that's right..." Feng Bujue continued, "According to my observation, there are four absolute rules in the field of boxing guessing." He raised his right hand and stretched out four fingers and said, "First, before the winner is determined, who will win?" You can't leave the field; second, the field will be released only if the winner of the previous round agrees to terminate the competition; third, the challenged...that is, we... decide when each round will start; fourth, the winner Punishments and rewards for the loser and loser can be negotiated in advance, and the default punishment... is to be stretched to the ground and turned into a silhouette."
Brother Jue put his hands down when he said this: "The above four rules are relatively fair and absolute rules that even the hands of rubbings cannot defy. Of course, as the initiator of the boxing guessing field, there are indeed some special rules that are more beneficial to it. Rules, such as... After entering the field, the combat strength of the challenged person will be restricted, forcing him to participate in boxing guessing."
"I still don't understand." Tianma Xingkong suddenly interjected, "After talking for a long time, how did you beat him?" He widened his eyes and asked, "He can predict what will happen to you, and you can also predict him." What happened, wouldn't the conditions be the same?"
"That's right..." Atobe also said, "This is the core issue, right?"
"Huh?" Feng Bujue replied feebly, "What... this is the easiest part." He tilted his head and said, "After my testing, the ability of the Rubbing Hand is just... The moment before you punch, you can see what's going on in your head." He snorted coldly, "Hmph... Theoretically, there are at least three ways to win it, and in the previous match, I used two of them. "
"I'm just kidding..." Uncle Waste Chai took off his sunglasses and read in surprise.
"Let's talk about the one with the lowest success rate first." Feng Bujue continued unhurriedly, "It's just... when you don't think about anything at the moment of fist guessing, your mind is blank, and you instinctively throw a gesture."
"Tch~ What did I think you were going to say? Is that counted?" Atobe replied.
"Actually, it's very difficult." Feng Bujue said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it... Most people will shake their hands like chicken feet, and then they will be counted as cloth."
"Well... using this method, it is indeed possible to seal the ability of the rubbing hand." Honghu continued, "However, it is almost impossible to make a 'scissors' by instinctively throwing a gesture. This is an obvious weakness."
"That's right, up to two rounds, the opponent will see through this loophole, and then continue to use 'cloth' to deal with it." Feng Bujue said, "Furthermore, even the first two rounds... were pure luck. So... I It didn't work that way."
Brother Jue paused for a few seconds, licked his lips, and said again: "Then... let's talk about the second method. There is nothing much to say about this. It is to use my ability to confront the opponent's ability." He scratched Scratching his head, "As for my ability, I won't explain it in detail. You just need to know that my method is infinitely superior to the rubbing hand..."
What he said was the truth, the ability of the Rubbing Hand is just to be able to see the thoughts flashing in the opponent's mind at the moment before the fist guessing; and the zero-time difference calculation can calculate everything...
"Oh... I have to say, its ability is too slow, its reaction is too slow, and its movements are even slower..." Feng Bujue sighed, "So...in the first few rounds, I Relying on his own ability to win the Rubbing Hand, and in the process, he analyzed what the opponent's ability is."
"Okay, don't be complacent there." Honghu said, "What about the third method? It has nothing to do with your ability, right?"
"Of course, this is not a one-player script. How could the system design a guard that only I can solve?" Feng Bujue continued with a smile, "There is indeed another method, which has nothing to do with any ability. Everyone can solve it." You can use it to defeat the Rubbing Hand, that is... "
The four people who were listening all showed curiosity.
"Cognitive distortion." Feng Bujue said a strange word.
"What the hell?" "I don't know what's wrong" is written all over the face of the powerful and unconstrained style.
"Like this..." Feng Bujue said, clenched his fist and raised his hand and said, "Rock!" When he said this, he waved his hand, but his gesture was scissors.
"Uh..." Atobe watched for two seconds, "Is this really possible? Isn't this just deceiving yourself?"
"If you deceive yourself, you will fail... because your mind will still be thinking of scissors." Feng Bujue said, "But the cognitive distortion is different. My mind is thinking of rocks, but what I make in my hands is scissors. This method needs to overthrow the deep-rooted concepts in one's mind in a short period of time. It is not so much 'deception' as 'belief'. It is indeed a bit complicated to explain... But if you are proficient, you can do this..." he said , He raised his hand again, "Rock, scissors, paper, rock, scissors, paper..." He was chanting at high speed, and his hands were changing accordingly, but the gestures he made were different from the hand shapes he was chanting. . When he recited the stone, what he was doing was scissors, and when he recited the scissors, he made cloth, and when he recited the cloth, he made a rock...
"This [beep—] is so that everyone can use it?" Atobe complained, "Obviously only you can use it?"
"No, you can do it too, it just takes time." Feng Bujue spread his hands, "Actually, the system has already given us this time... Don't forget, the interval between each round of punch-guessing is determined by the player." He paused, and then said, "Taking a step back, it doesn't matter even if you are really not familiar with it, because the basic behavior pattern of the rubbing hand remains the same, as long as you think at the moment of punching, it will definitely Make corresponding gestures to suppress you. So...you just need to control your time and try not to make mistakes, and you can win."
Up to this point, Feng Bujue has almost explained it.
The system prompt seemed to be intentionally waiting for them to finish chatting, and it didn't sound until now: [Main quest has been updated]
In the task bar, a new main line has appeared: [Arrive at the altar at the bottom of the Temple of Faith within three hours, players who fail to arrive within the time limit will be obliterated] RS
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