Chapter 10 I Am Also

"Heh…actually, I roughly know…what you're afraid of." Feng Bujue quickly continued, "On the way here, I already used the spaceship's computer to look up the relevant content of the ancient chronicles of the Slourai Country, combined with a few dialogues between Police Man and Quake, as well as some rumors circulating on the internet…it's not hard to deduce…that before Quake found you, you were imprisoned in some kind of confinement measure."

The Blood Corpse God's expression became even colder, and a surge of killing intent was rising in his heart.

"No matter what the container or place that 'confined' you was, it effectively imprisoned you for over a thousand years, and successfully sealed your ability to project fear." Brother Jue continued, "Even though that thing is useless now, you're still very afraid…" He smiled wickedly, "Afraid that someone will find the remains of this thing, and then, based on its material and design, recreate a confinement device…and lock you in it again."

Hearing these remarks, the Blood Corpse God still stared coldly, without saying a word.

"If nothing else, the device that confined you…is in the ruins beneath our feet." Feng Bujue pointed downward, "Before I showed up, it wasn't a problem for the time being, but when you discovered…that not only am I 'unaffected by fear projection,' but I also 'have a little bit of cleverness,' you couldn't help but worry…" He smiled slightly, "...If I realize and discover the existence of 'that thing,' things wouldn't be too good."

"You said you only have a little 'cleverness'…" At this moment, the Blood Corpse God finally chimed in, "...That's a bit of an understatement." He sneered, "You're already clever enough…to make me determined to kill you here."

"Ha…" Feng Bujue laughed loudly, "Blood Corpse God, to be fair…you don't have to be so hung up on this issue." He paused, "I can imagine that you, more than a thousand years ago, were almost invincible in this universe; even if there were some creatures or weapons that could kill you, there probably wouldn't be too many…you just had to avoid them.

As for being imprisoned on this Slourai Star, it was undoubtedly an exception. I don't know what you encountered back then, but you definitely didn't expect…to be caught in this kind of place, and locked in a device that you couldn't break free from, and that limited your abilities.

This 'carelessness' cost you dearly; even for you…more than a thousand years of imprisonment is enough to drive anyone crazy, and leave them with lingering fears…

So you learned to be smart, became cautious; you naively thought…that as long as you acted carefully, you wouldn't repeat the same mistake…Hehe…"

Speaking to this point, Feng Bujue's smile revealed obvious mockery, "But…I can tell you explicitly, Blood Corpse God, you're overthinking things." He gestured with his eyes towards the heroes lying on the ground, "Because…in our universe today, there is the 'Universe Super Hero Alliance.' If 'heroes' are a resource, then the USHA is a very efficient resource allocation and utilization system. In the face of this system, a guy like you isn't considered a particularly big threat at all."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and glanced behind the Blood Corpse God, "By the way, that confinement device…I already found it a long time ago."

Seeing this, the Blood Corpse God's heart trembled, because the direction Feng Bujue was looking was indeed the place where he crawled out, and the remains of the "Number Three Case," which had confined him for over a thousand years, were buried only a few meters deep under the scorched earth.

"I'm indeed a little interested in that thing, but it's purely to study it, I don't plan to make a similar device to imprison you again." Feng Bujue said, "You have to understand, Blood Corpse God…" On his face, a chilling and evil look emerged, "Compared to doing that kind of thing…for the people of our USHA, directly 'killing you'…is much more convenient."

"Hmph…Is it really as easy as you say?" The Blood Corpse God snorted coldly.

"Looks like we're back to where we started." Feng Bujue said, "You think…that I'm trying to provoke you to win by surprise. And winning by surprise is often an adventurous strategy adopted in situations of weakness or equilibrium. Under the support of this theory, most of what I said above can also be regarded as a bluff."

"That's right." The Blood Corpse God replied.

"Hmm…" Feng Bujue added, "But have you ever thought that perhaps my behavior of 'provoking opponents' is just a habit. Just like a skilled craftsman, whose technique is already superb; those methods that seem very advanced or even tricky to ordinary people, are just very ordinary things to him, things that he will use unintentionally."

"Oh?" The Blood Corpse God said, "Is that so…" At this moment, the golden-red light on his body faintly became restless; this was a sign that he was preparing to take things seriously, "Then…prove it to me."

In Feng Bujue's eyes, which possessed "data vision," many things were clear at a glance; he could see the confinement device buried underground, he could see the Blood Corpse God's data composition, and he could also see…where the other party's limit was.

"Ma Sun!" In the next second, Feng Bujue decisively activated his summoning skill; a giant, purplish-golden general's shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

"What is this…an illusion?" The Blood Corpse God was secretly shocked; having lived for thousands of years, he had never seen a similar ability.

"Super Golden Chinese Slash Dance!" Brother Jue picked up his military shovel and, together with Ma Sun, unleashed a move; a round of golden light burst forth, covering the Blood Corpse God.

"Tch…" The Blood Corpse God could see that the intensity of this attack was beyond what he could withstand by directly resisting it, so he had to step back and fly away.

When the enemy retreats, I advance.

At the beginning of the battle, Feng Bujue had already seized the initiative; what he had to do next was to stabilize and expand his advantage, and finally transform it into a winning situation.

"Rancage-Lone Wolf!"

Before the Blood Corpse God could stabilize his footing, a "jumping" slash swiftly chased after him from the ground. He had no choice but to take another step and leap up.

"Too slow!" At this instant, Feng Bujue activated Clairvoyance Body Focus again, arriving ahead of him and flashing in front of the other party.

In this fleeting moment, he had secretly activated the spirit skill effect doubling effect of the [Adamantine Bell], and then unleashed a [Evil King's Flaming Murderous Scorched Hell].

Boom—

Evil King's power, jet-black flames.

The doubled attack power of the [Evil King's Flaming Murderous Scorched Hell] was no small matter; its power far exceeded the Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist.

After being hit, the Blood Corpse God only felt excruciating pain throughout his body, and a sense that his limbs were about to fall apart.

However, as the strongest mutant of the Yin Hu race, he was not so weak that he would die from this one move.

"Haah—" After a violent roar, the red light around the Blood Corpse God flickered slightly, and the energy that burst forth instantly eliminated the damage he had suffered.

"As expected…this guy's self-healing ability is ridiculously strong…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "I must find an opportunity to use the Must-Break Defense Blade to cut off his head…otherwise, I'll have to use moves at the level of the Spirit Energy Cannon to kill him…"

"Boy…It's been a long time…since I've been hit this hard!" On the other side, the Blood Corpse God accurately grasped the gap in Brother Jue's posture after he unleashed his move, and in mid-air, he twisted his body and took a step against the air, then charged back.

Where the fist wind passed, the sound barrier shattered; the fierce strength stirred mountains and rivers.

Feng Bujue couldn't take this punch; his fighting style was mainly based on luring, controlling, and attacking; under normal circumstances, he didn't need to defend, and when he had to defend, he mainly relied on dodging…In short, he couldn't withstand hits.

However, the Blood Corpse God's speed and strength were both super strong, and the timing of this attack was also chosen very appropriately. After Brother Jue used Zero-Time Difference Calculation to consider it, he realized that he couldn't dodge this punch; the best-case scenario was that he would be hit in the shoulder, crippling one of his arms.

So…he used the power of the Jewel again.

[Name: Immovable as a Mountain]

[Type: Other]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Effect: Creates a stable defensive force field around oneself, which can withstand all external attacks for five seconds (cooldown time: ten hours; the resistance to mental attacks is 30%; attacks that are too powerful may break the force field)]

[Note: A jewel containing the divine power of immovability.]

In the Harem City, Brother Jue used this to block Ji Xuanzong's "Wind Breath Forest Peace," and this time, the giant mountain-shaped shadow that appeared around him undoubtedly blocked the Blood Corpse God's direct punch.

"You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve…" The Blood Corpse God's fist struck the mountain shadow, bringing out the sound of giant rocks shattering.

"How would I dare to fight you without a few tricks…" Brother Jue replied, controlling Ma Sun to unleash a wave of "Ma Sun Golden Fists" towards the other party.

Under the burst of golden light, the Blood Corpse God protected his head with both hands, and was knocked back to the ground. Unfortunately…these few punches were again "neither painful nor itchy" for the Blood Corpse God.

"Heh…I hope what I've seen so far isn't your limit." After landing, the Blood Corpse God raised his head and said again, "Because I'm just warming up."

"Ah…I know." Feng Bujue replied in a calm tone, "Me too."

The first half of Brother Jue's sentence was true; from the data, the Blood Corpse God still had energy to spare; but the second half was obviously nonsense…After all, even the Jewel had been used; this warm-up was a bit too dangerous.

While the two were verbally clashing, they had each reorganized their postures and made proper adjustments.

After this first round of probing, the result was that neither side had gained any advantage. And the second round of entanglement came immediately…

In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue and the Blood Corpse God charged towards each other almost simultaneously.

Offense is the best defense.

Feng Bujue, who basically couldn't withstand hits, and the Blood Corpse God, who basically ignored being hit, were at two extremes, but had similar tactical ideas.

However…similar tactical ideas did not mean the same combat style.

Although both used offense as defense, their fighting methods were vastly different.

The Blood Corpse God's fighting style was bold and unrestrained, without paying attention to details; there were no major flaws, but countless minor ones…In any case, those small damages were insignificant to him, and he could recover on his own in an instant.

On the other hand, Feng Bujue's fighting style could be described as seamless and watertight; with the support of Zero-Time Difference Calculation, he used all kinds of bizarre and miraculous extreme movements to contend with his opponent. He used offense to dissolve offense, in order to ensure that he suffered no damage.

In this way, the two exchanged punches and kicks, and their battle qi intertwined, fighting fiercely for a while.

Several minutes later, [Ma Sun]'s duration was up, and he immediately disappeared. Feng Bujue simply took out his cleaver, wielding weapons in both hands, and accelerated again.

In an instant, the two transformed into two blurry shadows, creating layers of bloody light in the scorched earth…

"This isn't good…" After fighting like this for another two minutes, Feng Bujue thought to himself that this wasn't good, "Fighting like this, I'm not really getting a good deal…It feels like I'm relying on skill to forcibly fight a P2W player head-on in a pay-to-win game…" His analogy was quite apt; he was using a fighting style with a high level of skill to fight against a simple and crude, brainless fighting style, in order to make up for the gap in objective strength; the situation before him was roughly like this.

Of course, this didn't mean that his strength was really inferior to the Blood Corpse God; it was just that…unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to use moves like the Spirit Energy Cannon that could potentially lead to the user's death, nor did he want to use things like a razor…

While keeping those two trump cards in reserve, it was indeed difficult to determine a winner between Brother Jue and the Blood Corpse God.

"Heh…Where's the arrogance from before?" At this moment, the Blood Corpse God seemed to have seen through Brother Jue's thoughts, and said as he fought, "Is it a little late to realize now that you can't win?"

"I don't think I can't win." Feng Bujue also replied as he fought, "The only question I'm considering is 'how to win.'"

"Ha!" The Blood Corpse God laughed, "Do you think you still have any chance?" He snorted coldly, "I discovered it when you took out that short weapon…The 'trick' you were hiding before…is that, right?" It seemed that the Blood Corpse God had even seen through the secret of the [Must-Break Defense Blade], "Could it be…that you want to use that weapon to launch a surprise attack on me…and kill me by severing my limbs?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue wasn't surprised, "I have to say…among the many 'monsters' I've encountered, you're one of the smartest; compared to your low-intelligence offspring, there's simply a world of difference."

"What are you talking about?" The Blood Corpse God asked suspiciously, "Are you trying to say something inexplicable to distract me?"

"Not at all~" Feng Bujue replied, "I'm just telling the truth." He paused, dodging a roundhouse kick from the other party, supporting himself on the ground with one hand and flipping backward, then continued, "You probably don't know yet…that I'm not a creature from your universe, but an Earthling from another parallel universe."

"So what?" The Blood Corpse God responded, seeming to indicate that he wanted to hear more.

"I've been to many different multiverse, and seen many different strange creatures, and one of them…is the Blood Corpse." Feng Bujue added.

"Heh…I thought you were going to say something…" The Blood Corpse God said, "Those 'things'…were just creatures that I created out of interest; because they used my genes, they inherited some of my physiological characteristics."

…………

Here, the Blood Corpse God was obviously lying. The "Blood Corpse" was definitely not something he created out of "interest."

Once upon a time, when the Blood Corpse God's name was not yet Blood Corpse God, he also considered himself a "person." Even though he was born with a hideous appearance and cruel personality, and even his fellow Yin Hu tribe members regarded him as a monster, he himself didn't think so.

As a mutant of a highly intelligent life form, he also had a certain amount of "humanity." Unjustified discrimination, fear, and disgust from the outside world…had also made him feel sad and regretful.

So, he told himself—I don't need the recognition of my own kind, nor do I need the recognition of any race; I will stand above those who hate me, turn their discrimination into admiration, turn their fear into awe, and turn their disgust into jealousy.

It was from that time that the Blood Corpse God began to carry out slaughter on planet after planet, leaving behind a fierce reputation. At that time, he wasn't so powerful; there were many excellent warriors who almost killed him, but in the end, he survived…and constantly grew stronger in battle.

And when he became an almost indestructible terrifying existence, many years had passed…At that time, no one remembered his identity and name as a "Yin Hu race" member; among his many titles, the name "Blood Corpse" appeared the most frequently.

It was also at that time that the Blood Corpse God's thoughts changed; he realized that what he had done over the years had not really made him feel happy. Looking back…on the road he had traveled, there was nothing but corpses.

He felt—loneliness.

Biological instinct made him desire to contact his own kind, but he was no longer considered a Yin Hu person; even he himself had abandoned his original name. So, he decided to solve the problem himself…

Splitting and breeding was impossible; he didn't want to die; but…he was the strongest alien species; what others couldn't do, he could do.

After many dangerous attempts, he successfully separated a very small part of himself, while ensuring that he didn't die, and turned it into an independent creature.

But…that creature didn't become a life form similar to him, as he had wished. On the contrary, that thing quickly grew into a mindless monster with an endless thirst for flesh and blood. Apart from its ugly appearance and some brute strength, it hadn't inherited any wisdom from the Blood Corpse God.

The Blood Corpse God was disappointed, but he didn't give up immediately; he made many similar attempts afterward, but unfortunately, each time the result was the same…

He didn't eliminate the creatures he had created; he just threw them into the universe, letting them live or die on their own. Perhaps he still harbored a trace of fantasy…that over time, these Blood Corpses would develop wisdom on their own. Of course, this was just a trace of fantasy…

…………

"I see, you 'created' them, huh…" Feng Bujue quickly continued, "Hmm…I'm becoming more and more interested in you…"

At this moment, a plan had already formed in Brother Jue's mind. A plan that seemed impossible to achieve, but was worth a try…