“Heh… Only a narcissist like you would do something like this,” Honghu muttered, “Relying on a shred of uncertain suspicion to take such an incredibly risky action…”

“Nay, nay… actually, once you’ve added up the accounts, you’ll understand my actions,” Feng Bujue replied, “The situation at the time was… I didn’t know there was a trap in mid-air, I only suspected there might be… So, the road ahead of me had two paths. The first was to stay on the ground and find a way to deal with the known threat; the second was to jump into the sky and face some unknown threat that might not even exist.”

As Jue-ge spoke, he had freed most of Atobe’s body, leaving him hanging sideways on the net. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Bujue landed back on the ground and leaped up again (the airtime of Treading Void is also limited), coming to the other side of Atobe.

After adjusting his height and standing firm again, Jue-ge continued from where he left off, “This involves a question of risk distribution… If this were a single-player script, I would definitely jump up, even if I knew it was a trap.” He paused. “But this is a team script, so the situation is different… The existence of teammates increases the script’s fault tolerance for individuals. To put it more bluntly… even if my decision is wrong, it won’t necessarily lead to failure.”

“In other words… you had the capital to ‘risk your own life’,” Uncle Waste Chai chimed in.

“That’s right.” Feng Bujue said, “Under this premise, let’s look at my choices at the time… If I stayed on the ground, I had a 70% chance of not dying, a 40% chance of not being seriously injured, and a 10% chance of being unscathed. But if I went into the sky… there was a 50% chance of falling into the enemy’s trap, and a 50% chance of being fine.” He licked his lips. “This creates six possible situations… One, I stayed on the ground, and I died, and you all fell into the trap; two, I stayed on the ground, and I died, and you didn’t fall into the trap; three, I stayed on the ground, and didn’t die, but you all fell into the trap; four, I stayed on the ground, didn’t die, and you didn’t fall into the trap; five, I went into the sky with you, and we all fell into the trap; six, I went into the sky with you, and none of us fell into the trap.”

Jue-ge finished speaking in one breath, took another breath, and continued: “Among these, one and five are the worst situations, which now seem to be the team wipe ending; four and six are the more ideal situations, the difference being that four may make me pay a higher price; and the remaining two and three are acceptable.”

He spoke methodically, and his actions were also extremely efficient. Atobe was now almost hanging upside down on the net, and it seemed he would soon be freed.

“Based on this, let’s continue to extrapolate…” Feng Bujue continued, “The result of me jumping into the sky with you is… ‘team wipe’ and ‘ideal situation’ each have a 50% chance, that is, a 50% probability of a team wipe; but if I stay on the ground, the probability of directly triggering a team wipe is only 25%… and the remaining 75% of the developments are basically borne by me personally, in terms of loss or responsibility.”

“You’re going against the heavens…” Tianma Xingkong looked at Jue-ge with an almost reverent gaze, “In those few seconds when the Boss emitted the sound waves… you calculated so many things?”

“Yeah… time was limited, I could only calculate this far.” Feng Bujue replied, “This is just the most basic, most vague assumption, and there are many variables I didn’t factor in. For example… although you all jumped up, not all of you were caught, or the Boss’s trap was not worth mentioning at all; or, for example, in the case that you were caught, although I didn’t die, I was beaten half to death…”

“Ah—” A scream interrupted Jue-ge’s narrative.

At this moment, as the last inch of silk net was cut, Atobe fell straight down headfirst.

Of course, Feng Bujue had no intention of catching him. If this guy died from the fall, then so be it…

“You could have given me a warning!” Atobe quickly recovered from the sudden feeling of falling and shouted loudly. In the same second, he twisted his body and exerted force, curling his legs in the air and changing his posture. Finally, he let out a light shout and landed on his feet, standing firmly.

The silk nets remaining on Atobe’s body suddenly showed their color (pinkish-white) and fell off his back one after another.

“Are you okay?” Tianma Xingkong shouted from above.

“Of course.” Atobe endured the tingling sensation in his legs, put his hands on his hips, and laughed at the sky, “It’s just a height of about ten meters, it’s nothing at all.”

“Very good.” Feng Bujue also quickly landed and put away his military shovel casually. “Since you’re okay, quickly take out the fan, we’ll need your help next.”

As he spoke, Jue-ge squatted down and picked up a piece of silk net that had fallen on the ground. He held it in his hand… looked at it, touched it, smelled it, but this time he didn’t lick it…

“I see… once these silk nets are separated from the main body, they lose all their special properties.” Feng Bujue casually threw the net on the ground. “These clumps of things have now become very ordinary spider webs, the previous invisibility, adhesion, and toughness are all gone.”

Atobe had already taken out his weapon from his knapsack in these few seconds and continued, “So… what?”

“It’s very simple.” Feng Bujue replied, “I’ll take you up in the Lushan Kanglong Ba posture, and you use the fan to cut the net.” He paused, pointing to the sky and adding, “You don’t need to cut it very carefully, just cut a big circle around the trapped people to let them down. Once they are separated from the large net, the spider silk stuck to their backs will become ineffective.”

“Understood.” Atobe nodded immediately in response. He still knew what was important, and at this moment, even if he really wanted to complain about “Lushan Kanglong Ba” in his heart, he had to hold back… The biggest thing was to rescue the teammates first.

“Okay, let’s go.” Feng Bujue said, taking two steps and coming behind Atobe.

He put his hands through the opponent’s armpits and bent them upwards, then stepped on the ground and leaped up with Atobe for a distance of ten meters, stopping just short of the safe distance next to the spider web.

Atobe also said nothing, raised his fan and began to cut. His [Peacock Screen] was much more efficient than the military shovel. With one sweep, he could cut a very long gap.

In just a few dozen seconds, Honghu was rescued. When he separated from the large net, the silk net attached to his back was a large piece, roughly a circle with a radius of about one meter. However, as Feng Bujue said, the silk net that was cut off from the main body lost its properties, and even a large piece was just an ordinary spider web.

Honghu’s movements were superb, and he landed quite lightly. As soon as he stood firm, he tore off the silk net behind him, patted his clothes, adjusted his glasses, and then looked up and said, “Do you need my help?”

“It’s okay, I can still handle it.” Feng Bujue replied, while already stepping horizontally using Moon Step, bringing Atobe in front of Tianma Xingkong.

“I say… is it really okay for you to use the ability to move in the air repeatedly like this?” Honghu looked upwards, asking with considerable doubt, “When you came out of the tunnel, didn’t you say that your stamina value was already low…”

“Don’t worry.” Feng Bujue replied, he paused for half a second, “In short… I can still hold on.”

Jue-ge didn’t explain very clearly, because this answer involved the specific data of several skills and items on his body.

First of all, standing in the air relies on the special effect of [Treading Void], which consumes almost nothing. Secondly, taking one [Moon Step] only consumes 15 stamina points, which is nothing for Jue-ge, who has a stamina limit of 4300 points. Thirdly, the consumption of the [Storm Leg] just now was only 150 stamina points… The main reason why he could kill the Boss in seconds was still the damage bonus of the legendary shoes.

Of course, the most, most crucial point is… the ability of the title [Hate Magnet].

[Effect: Every attack you suffer will restore a certain amount of stamina value and reduce the cooldown time of all your skills (the benefit effect is proportional to the degree of injury; the attacker must harbor hostility towards you, natural disasters, accidental injuries, or self-harm cannot trigger the skill)]

When Feng Bujue withstood those four sound waves, although he didn’t suffer very serious damage, his survival value still dropped a little bit. Therefore, his stamina value also returned a little bit… and this part of the stamina was enough to cope with the series of actions just now.

“Okay, then I’ll just watch.” Honghu replied casually, and didn’t ask further. He knew that Jue-ge’s words meant that he didn’t want to reveal more specific information.

As a professional player, Honghu naturally had a sense of propriety in this regard. Even a highly chuunibyou (delusional) guy like Tianma Xingkong was well aware of the existence of this “boundary.” In the gaming circle, this is a basic courtesy, and also a consensus. No one would ask for someone else’s detailed information in a game where character data varies greatly, unless that person is clueless, or he thinks others are clueless…

After another minute, Little Ma-ge was also rescued. The commotion he made when he landed was quite loud. This guy almost landed in a horse stance… stepping on the crystal crust with a bang.

“Ha! I’m resurrected!” Tianma Xingkong shouted heroically as soon as he regained his freedom.

“What are you shouting for!” Feng Bujue shouted even louder in the air, “What if it attracts nearby monsters?”

“You’re shouting louder than me and you’re telling me?” Tianma Xingkong replied, raising his neck.

“I say… I haven’t come down yet…” Uncle Waste Chai muttered weakly, “If you want to make noise, wait until the last person is rescued before…”

Sisi—Suosuo—

At this moment, a strange chirping sound suddenly came…

This string of fragmented sounds was incomparably bizarre, making everyone present feel a tingle in their scalps.