Chapter 1 A Show of Strength

"Hah!" Feng Bujue gave a light shout, took a step back, bent his legs slightly, steadied himself, and then crossed his hands in front of his chest, saying, "Eat this, Great Spacium Ray!"

"Nani!" Upon hearing this, Qisha was immediately shocked. Their Saber team had naturally investigated some intelligence about Hell's Frontline before the match, but he had never heard of Feng Bujue having a Spacium Ray skill.

Two seconds later, all that could be heard was...

"Zzzzzzzzzzz--"

The above sound was not triggered by any skill, but was made by Feng Bujue himself. No light was emitted from his hands either; he was just shaking them there, pretending.

"What...are you doing..." Qisha looked at Feng Bujue's behavior and muttered with a twitching mouth.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, "Obviously, I'm making up moves to bluff."

"I see..." Not only was Qisha's mouth twitching, but his eyelids also began to jump involuntarily, "I can do that too..."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and unleashed his fist: "One Hundred and Four Styles - Aragami!"

Feng Bujue knew very well that his opponent was not like him... just talking nonsense. Qisha was really making a move.

As mentioned earlier, One Hundred and Four Styles - Aragami is a martial art that only consumes 100 points of Stamina. Its damage is not very high, but... the positioning of this move is a B-grade skill, only because... it is a "starter" that can link several follow-up skills; once hit by this move, there is a high probability of being taken away by a combo during the subsequent stiffness period.

Therefore, Jue-ge, who understood this point, would never welcome this blow.

"Ha! Too naive! Would I let you catch such a flaw!" Feng Bujue provoked his opponent while instantly activating [Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu - Modified], suddenly moving to the side.

But he never expected...

Crackling--

In the next second, Jue-ge's body spontaneously emitted a series of cracking sounds from his joints, and his body suddenly stagnated.

"What!" Feng Bujue was shocked, "Damn it! This body can't withstand the load of Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu..."

As he thought of this, Qisha's fist had already arrived: "Hmph... Although I don't know the reason, it looks like you definitely made a mistake..."

With that said, an old fist... no... a small fist hit Feng Bujue's stomach.

Jue-ge, who was already unsteady on his feet, was knocked more than ten centimeters into the air by this punch; the double damage from his own skills and external force put his body into a state of near paralysis in a short period of time, completely unable to move.

"What an ideal combo sandbag..." Qisha muttered to himself while preparing his follow-up move, "Then I won't be polite!"

Clang--

In the blink of an eye, Qisha's fighting spirit exploded, he spun around and followed up, shouting his move: "[Wu Ying Ji Feng Chong Duan Jiao]!" (Shadowless Swift Wind Heavy Segment Kick)

This move is aimed at floating targets, and its overall movement is a sudden spin, rising up, starting with a mid-air seven hundred and twenty degree three-segment cross spin kick, followed by a super-high-speed, shotgun-style stomping straight kick that lasts for several seconds. If all of them hit, the target will be hit by twenty or thirty kicks in four seconds, which is quite amazing.

And the current Feng Bujue... just as Qisha said, because of an accidental mistake brought about by a script setting, he turned into a sandbag-like state and had no way to react.

"Not good..." In that instant, even Feng Bujue couldn't help but think, "I might die here because of this mistake!"

"Sorry, Brother Feng..." When the first two kicks of the skill hit, Qisha had confidently declared his victory, "It seems I've won... eh? Ah? Ya--" But he couldn't finish his words, because after he kicked the third kick, his whole body flew over Feng Bujue's head... so that the last twenty or so kicks all missed.

"Are you kidding me!" About five seconds later, Qisha landed and couldn't help but complain loudly.

When he looked back, Feng Bujue had already recovered and had swallowed a Survival Value Supplement to restore his health to full.

"Ha... it seems that my height saved my life..." Feng Bujue smiled, wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, faced his opponent, and readjusted his posture.

"Damn it... I've obviously turned into a child too, and the proportion of my height hasn't changed much. In theory, this shouldn't have happened..." Qisha muttered thoughtfully as he turned around.

His words had a bit of a "justification" meaning to them, because the scene in mid-air just now made him a little embarrassed... it was like you throwing a skill at an enemy with low health, confidently turning around at the same time... but the opponent didn't die.

"Nonsense, the height ratio hasn't changed, but your weight has become lighter..." Feng Bujue continued, "When you were a child, you jumped from a height higher than your ribs to the ground, and you hardly felt anything; in adolescence, you would feel pain in your feet; and if an adult did this, they might get injured. The reverse is also true... Even if the power of the skill and your physical fitness are weakened proportionally, when you actually use it, there will still be deviations in the result due to changes in some physical quantities."

Obviously, the above paragraph is also a kind of "justification." Jue-ge used his response to the other party's question to explain his "mistake" just now.

"Hmm... I see." Qisha nodded in response, "As expected of Brother Feng, you analyzed it quite quickly."

"You flatter me~ You flatter me~" Feng Bujue also nodded slightly.

The two exchanged a silent, mutually appreciative glance, using this mutual exchange and praise to find a way out.

"But..." Now that the face-saving project was completed, the politeness ended there. With the next sentence, Qisha changed the subject, "Is it really okay for you to tell me this information?"

"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue also changed his expression and tone, replying arrogantly, "Whether I say it or not... it won't have much impact on my victory."

After the words fell, the two fell into a silent confrontation again. The second round of the contest... was about to begin.

And just at this moment, another person joined the battle.

"Hehe... you two are already fighting." At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind Jue-ge.

Along with that voice came a "shadow"...

Feng Bujue turned his head upon hearing the sound, and found that he was already shrouded in the tall figure of the speaker.

"It really is you, Brother Feng." Long Aomin looked down at Jue-ge, who was several heads shorter than him, and said with a smile, "Hehe... I might not have recognized you without your clothes."

"But I can recognize you without your clothes..." Feng Bujue looked at the "child" in front of him, who was more than 1.7 meters tall and had the face of a thirty-year-old man, and sincerely complained.

"Ah... I'm just a little precocious." Long-ge replied with a smile, "I've been going to sports school since I was a child, and I was also cultivated as a top student. It's a pity that I couldn't become a professional athlete later..."

Feng Bujue didn't have the leisure to listen to this right now. Before the other party finished speaking, he slipped past Long-ge's side in a puff of smoke, ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, while yelling, "Cheating-- outrageous! The system is shameless!"

Seeing this guy running away in a panic, like a stray dog, like a thirsty deer, he didn't even want his bicycle...

After about two seconds of stunned silence, Qisha and Long Aomin reacted at the same time, and couldn't help but exclaim in unison: "Hey--"

They really didn't expect that Feng Bujue would have the nerve to run away in a panic. When the two of them came back to their senses, they immediately turned around and chased after him, while shouting a line that would not work in 99% of the situations: "Stop right there!"

"Stop your [BEEP]!" Feng Bujue shouted back from more than ten meters away (due to his physical fitness, running two seconds earlier didn't allow him to create too much distance), "You [BEEP] tell me this is ten years old? Someone like you... wouldn't need to show an ID to buy cigarettes, alcohol, or Playboy!"

"Is it my fault that I developed early!" Long-ge was very familiar with Jue-ge, and he was used to this level of吐槽(tu cao, roast), he could handle it, "If you have the guts, don't run!"

"Who cares about you? Not running is a certain death!" Feng Bujue replied, "I'm warning you... I'll call the police if you chase me again!"

"Hmph... call the police?" Before Long-ge could reply, Qisha sneered from the side, "Do the police even care about children fighting?"

"Help!" Who knew, Feng Bujue immediately began to shout, "In broad daylight! There's actually a pedophile and the lackey he trained trying to catch me and [BEEP] me!"

"What the hell?" Long-ge and Qisha were shocked at the time. They had never seen such a brazen person in battle.

However... Feng Bujue's shouting didn't attract too much attention from passersby. First, the number of passersby was not that large to begin with; second, no matter what, at least in the eyes of those NPCs, Long-ge was still considered a "child", at most a teenager; third, all three of them were wearing "Halloween-themed" costumes, which made Jue-ge's words unconvincing.

So, the three of them ran wildly on the community's pedestrian path in a chase... and no one knew when it would end.

...

At the same time, hundreds of miles away from where the players were located.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a business freighter with the Browning trademark printed on its fuselage was flying smoothly.

In the cockpit, a pilot wearing a shirt was complaining to his co-pilot: "It's really a depressing job... isn't it, buddy?"

"Huh?" The co-pilot seemed a little baffled, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The pilot continued in a teasing tone, "We're transporting a bunch of wooden boxes filled with dead people in a piece of junk converted from a World War II bomber. Am I supposed to throw a party to celebrate?"

"Is that so?" The co-pilot shrugged, "Then why don't you think about it... Have our 'passengers' complained? Did they get airsick? Did they ask you for almonds?"

The pilot smiled knowingly after hearing this sentence: "Hmm... you're right, this job is really good, we should be happy about it."

Like most bit characters in low-budget horror movies, these two guys have limited lines and they're very uninspired, making one wonder if the screenwriter spilled coffee on his pants while writing these lines. However, the main purpose of this kind of scene is still achieved, which is to convey some information to the audience.

Rumble--

Just as the two pilots were talking, suddenly, a strange noise came from the rear of the cabin.

Upon hearing the sound, the two turned their heads in perfect synchronization, looked at each other, and then looked at the rear hatch together.

"I thought they were dead," the pilot said half-jokingly.

"Yes, they are dead," the co-pilot replied.

After a brief silence, the pilot took off his headset and stood up: "I have to... I have to go to the back and check it out."

"Hmm..." The co-pilot made an indifferent expression, chewing gum, and replied, "Okay, then I'll just stay here and make some eerie noises."

So far, the two of them are still in a relatively relaxed state, not taking the sound very seriously.

Of course, this is also the consistent style of horror movie characters. They often show a dismissive attitude towards those small, strange phenomena, but at the same time, they will not leave them alone and will have to find out what's going on.

And this logically contradictory behavior is the main reason why they get their lunch early...

Click--

As the door of the cabin was opened, the pilot quickly stepped inside.

The sides of the cabin were filled with large boxes covered with mesh bags, and a non-fixed rectangular box was placed in the middle. For some reason, the lights in the cabin were red, which forced the pilot to hold a flashlight to inspect.

In short, he simply scanned with the flashlight and found nothing unusual. But just as he was about to go back, suddenly...

Squeak--

A bat screeched and flashed out, swooping towards him.

Upon seeing this, the pilot instinctively cried out and squatted down to the side to dodge. After dodging the attack, he cursed and muttered, "Come on, come out, you beast, where are you?"

He turned around while cursing, trying to search for the bat's traces. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, what came into view was... a man in a black evening dress and a black cloak.

This "person" had a frighteningly pale face, distinct facial features, exposed fangs, and a combed back hairstyle.

This classic Dracula look has appeared in many literary and film and television works, and has basically taken root in people's hearts.

Generally speaking, we would think that... the Count would pounce on the pilot in an instant and bite his neck, sucking the blood from his body.

However, this Dracula in the *Ghoul Catchers* world is a very non-mainstream existence.

Bang--

Even the pilot himself didn't expect that in the next second, he would actually get punched.

Yes, this Dracula didn't pounce on people and suck blood, nor did he activate some kind of cool ability... such as telekinesis or hypnosis... to deal with his opponent.

All he did was raise one hand and cleanly punch the other person...