Chapter 17 The So-Called First Kill

Let's talk about how Meng Jingchan spat out a mouthful of blood just now. His chest felt tight, he felt dizzy, and his body was uncontrollably pulled away by a huge force, hanging from a tree far away.

After he evened out his breathing, enduring the feeling of pain, he looked in the direction where he had been. He saw a man in a purple long suit dozens of meters away, waving a stick-like metal object, and violently beating a guy wearing a newbie suit.

Meng Jingchan's expression was dull, his mouth half-open. He woodenly took out a wine bottle from his bag and poured a mouthful into his gaping mouth to calm his nerves.

"Um... is this an illusion caused by the impact of the air, or am I drunk..."

On the other side, in the courtyard in front of the shrine.

K3’s qi shield was broken, and he didn't have the stamina to use a powerful killing move for the time being. However, Feng Bujue's seemingly insane attacks would still have difficulty killing this derivative. Statistically speaking, this type of attack only did about 1% of his health in damage, and not every attack reached that standard.

The more disgusting thing was… this continuous state of combat would affect K3's recovery speed. If he wanted to recover health and stamina quickly, he would have to find a way to get rid of Feng Bujue's pursuit, and at least avoid physical contact with him for ten seconds.

At this moment, Feng Bujue's survival points could probably only maintain the Spiritual Consciousness Convergence Technique for twenty seconds. As long as K3 fought back, Feng Bujue would probably drop equipment again, which was why he was chasing and attacking like a madman.

But K3 wouldn't just keep getting beaten. Even without the qi shield, his martial arts skills were still there. In terms of strength and speed alone, he was on par with Feng Bujue in the Spiritual Consciousness Convergence Technique state. Could he really lose to a pipe wrench? Preposterous!

"Ah!" K3 raised his right arm and took a blow from the pipe wrench. This blow seemed to have broken his bone, but he ignored it and immediately launched a fierce left fist attack, intending to knock Feng Bujue back.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue lightly spun his heel and dodged the punch. "Thanks to you, my fighting ability has improved a bit!" he said, turning around and swinging the pipe wrench backhand, heavily hitting K3's knee.

K3 lost his balance due to the pain and knelt on one knee. "How did you... do it... It's impossible for your stats to have survived my attacks until now. It's simply absurd!"

Feng Bujue looked down at him with a condescending gaze: "It's called the protagonist halo."

"What the hell!" K3 shouted sharply, and suddenly launched a sweeping kick.

Feng Bujue suddenly jumped up and dodged again. "The so-called protagonist halo... is..." He took advantage of the downward momentum and launched a punch, "The first punch of impact!"

K3 was punched in the nose, his neck tilted back, and his whole body fell backward.

"The second punch of annihilation!" Feng Bujue seized the last few seconds of the Spiritual Consciousness Convergence Technique, which was also a great opportunity for K3 to lose his qi shield, and launched continuous attacks.

Before K3 could fall to the ground, his abdomen was hit again by Feng Bujue's fist holding the pipe wrench. His body was like a sprung mousetrap, his head and feet curled forward.

"The third punch of obliteration!" Feng Bujue finished saying these three lines with satisfaction. One second before the Spiritual Consciousness Convergence Technique was cancelled, he punched K3 in the face with great satisfaction.

Fear visited K3 at this moment. He suddenly realized that his health had reached a very dangerous level due to the constant consumption. Moreover, without the protection of the qi shield, if the opponent inflicted a heavy blow on his vital organs, it would mean—death. His materialized form would die, immediately transforming into data fragments without autonomy, and at the end of the script, he would be completely obliterated by the system.

A golden light flashed. As expected, Feng Bujue made the move that his opponent feared the most. He held the last Death Poker card between his fingers, and his attack landed on K3's throat.

"There is only one truth." Feng Bujue dropped the card. "You are already dead."

"I would actually... be in this place..." K3's eyes were hollow and desolate. At this moment, his eyes contained disbelief, fear, and anger, but more of it was a kind of bleakness. He already understood that the fate that was bound to come had finally arrived.

"As if!" Feng Bujue's Death Poker card suddenly stopped when it was close to the other party's neck. He laughed word by word, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" At the same time, he put away the Lingneng weapon and the pipe wrench, and took a few steps back. "Scared now?"

K3's forehead was covered in blood, which had flowed into his eyes, but he still stared at Feng Bujue with wide eyes in astonishment, not even thinking of getting up from the ground for a while.

"Now, is it possible for us to have a civilized conversation using words?" Feng Bujue said.

K3 looked at the other party suspiciously and slowly stood up from the ground.

Feng Bujue took a few steps back. "I'll state in advance, if you still want to fight..."

"No... you won," K3 said.

In fact, the second half of Feng Bujue's previous sentence was: "If you still want to fight, then I can only retreat..."

"You want to ask about the Derivatives, I can tell you..." K3's speaking speed became slower and slower as he said the last few words. Then, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, only his mouth was moving, but no sound came out of his throat.

A spatial rift quietly appeared on K3's back. From that crack, a mercury-like substance seeped out. Those substances clung tightly to K3's body and spread, from his back to his shoulders, waist, and legs... Feng Bujue, standing close, could see clearly that the edges of those mercury mediums were feather-like, like bird wings... The meaning was unclear.

Feng Bujue wasn't sure what was going on either. Could it be some kind of skill of this Derivative? But judging from his tone and expression just now, it didn't seem like he was preparing to continue fighting.

K3, who was completely wrapped in mercury, didn't struggle or move. His body was compressed and converted into a data stream, and finally pulled into the spatial rift by that lump of mercury, disappearing without a trace...

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"I see." The light in K2's eyes faded. "You can actually bring me directly from the script to here?"

X2 put her hand down and replied coldly, "This is a special situation." She stared at K2 seriously and said, "First, although that script hasn't ended yet, you already have the level to enter the Inner World; second, I have to stop you from revealing information about us to humans."

"Oh?" K2 asked after hearing this, "Could it be that the Level Two Derivatives... are constantly monitoring us Level Three and Four counterparts?"

"Of course that's impossible," X2 replied, "Observation is very difficult, let alone forcibly bringing you out..." She paused for a moment, "We weren't monitoring you. You just happened to be there..."