"You are tough, just like you’ve said," Rainford said, "well, you are lucky enough to be able to jump over there."
"I spit on it! Lucky?" Feng Bujue shamelessly bragged. "This is competence. That’s my peerless legendary qing gong (1) skill called the drifting feces."
The BOSS didn’t reply on his dirty babbling words and silently took out a pistol…
"F*ck!" Feng Bujue yelled, and after that, he disappeared.
Taking a closer look, it turned out that he was hiding himself behind a big rock next to his original foothold. He contracted his body and clung to the rock while holding the flashlight in his mouth. Due to the certain distance, his body was now in Rainsford’s blind corner.
Although the light wasn’t bright, Rainsford’s sight was much better than an ordinary man’s. Just with the flashing light behind the rock, he could see it clearly. Regrettably, he had no proper angle to shoot.
Feng Bujue’s four limbs were all clinging on to the rock, but his butt was dipped in the mud. Such small contact area wasn’t enough to drown him down, but with his remaining Physical Value, he could only endure this position for a while.
"I should have brought the shotgun." Rainsford smiled as he retreated his pistol. "Although my shooting skill is not bad, it’s true that a pistol is not suitable to aim for targets in the dark like this."
"It’s you who got your hands shivered seeing this peerless qing gong master!" Feng Bujue shouted. In order to provoke this BOSS despicably, he didn’t regret dropping the flashlight into the swamp.
"Ha, ha… Do you really think that you can be safe hiding there?" Rainsford grinned. "Do you really think that I don’t dare to go there?"
"Nonsense!" Feng Bujue said with a tone that was even more arrogant. "I’m busy showing myself as a decent guy. I don’t have time to hit you. So, be frank and come to me first!" He spent two seconds, stretched out one arm and gave the BOSS the finger.
"Rude bastard!" The BOSS got really angry; he couldn’t help but to curse Feng Bujue.
Rainsford immediately left the edge of the swamp, backing off to create a distance for his run before the jump. Surely, Rainsford hadn’t read any wuxia novels before, so he didn’t really know Feng Bujue’s drifting feces. He thought that with his physical conditions, if he prepared well, he could jump over to the rock where Feng Bujue was hiding.
At this moment, Feng Bujue’s flashlight had completely sunk, and Rainsford didn’t bring any lighting devices. The surroundings were really dark as there was no moon and the sunrise hadn’t appeared yet. The sky was glowing in a dark purple red hue. Even if this dead swamp was an open place, with his vision, Feng Bujue could only recognize things within five meters.
At this moment, everything that surrounded him was very tranquil, and he could clearly and loudly hear every sound. Feng Bujue held his breath, trying to concentrate on hearing Rainsford's movement. Soon, he heard the rushing steps with a strangely high frequency, much more than his running pace. Moreover, the steps sounded short and strong, which meant they didn’t come from high speed but from the release of accumulated power.
Eventually, after a heavy thudding sound of feet stomping on the muddy ground, Rainsford flexed his leg and jumped up like a whale arching its body in the air, leaping to its target.
When Feng Bujue heard his opponent was running and jumping up, he immediately mounted up the rock again without thinking about anything else. He just took out the pistol and fired twice continuously. He didn’t expect that he could hit the target, as he just wanted to use the fire sparked from the muzzle to see where Rainsford had jumped.
In fact, these two bullets didn’t hit anything and its deviation was outrageous. The worst thing was, after one second, Rainsford was standing not even two meters away from him on the same stone.
Feng Bujue didn’t have time to hesitate and fired one more time. This time, his bullet hit Rainsford’s body. With such a low vision, needless to mention the headshot, it was good enough that he could hit the target.
To ordinary people, even if he was wearing a bulletproof vest, with such short distance, of course, he will inevitably fall backwards, can’t breathe or even get shocked. However, Rainsford didn’t even take a step back; he just grimaced like he had just received a punch.
"Ha, ha, ha." Rainsford laughed contentedly as he knew it was over. This BOSS didn’t intend to use his pistol. He was about to tear this uneducated bastard apart with his bare hands.
"Muwahahaha." Feng Bujue was laughing even more contentedly as he released his consumable skill called [Lower Side Kick of a Brat] to trip Rainsford.
Ignoring grade of Specialty, it would be able to trip 100% monsters that could be tripped literally. Using this skill on this type of BOSS was so suitable.
Rainsford fell backwards while his arms were swinging in the air trying to clutch on something as he was wearing a frightened countenance. In fact, he was a sort of BOSS that was able to react during his falling time, like changing his body’s posture or the direction, or even rolling once to stabilize his body and getting up again. However, under the effects of this skill, no matter what kind of monster he was, he would be ‘tripped’. Until he ‘fell on the ground’, the skill wouldn’t end.
So… Rainsford fell from the stone down to the swamp…
Feng Bujue didn’t say anything else. After he released the skill, he instantly hid himself behind the stone one more time, recovering the position of clinging himself onto the stone, shielding him away from Rainsford and not daring to appear in the other’s sight.
As things had reached this point, Feng Bujue would never dare to reveal any flaws. In case Rainsford took out the pistol and shot him randomly before he died, or just flung a handful of mud to him which could reduce his Survival Value, it would be like wasting all of his previous efforts.
Whether it was necessary or not, being careful was never wrong. Thus, Feng Bujue tried to keep his position and quietly listened to Rainsford’s cursing and struggling in the muddy swamp. After around three minutes, the noises ceased. One second before the mud had come into Rainsford’s mouth, he was still cursing Feng Bujue, and it only stopped when those filthy things flooded his lungs and suffocated him.
"Current Quest, accomplished. Main Quest, accomplished."
"You have finished the scenario. Automatic teleportation in 180 seconds."
According to the plot, it seemed that Ivan wouldn’t become violent after his BOSS got killed. Of course, it should be like that. If not, this plot was really exaggerated.
After Feng Bujue had mounted up the rock, he thought, "Perhaps after the players had read the last words of General Zaroff, the other way around to finish the scenario is to sneak into the castle, deal with Ivan and find the underground port. Afterwards, players will use the boat to get out of this place. However, this could only be done if there are more players. One of them would lure Rainsford away, and the others should take the chance to enter the castle…"
He soon chose to teleport since his Survival Value wasn’t enough to linger here any longer.
Not long after Feng Bujue had left, the sturdy body of Ivan emerged from the jungle. He stood at the edge of the swamp, scrutinizing the muddy place in front of his eyes, thinking about how to salvage his master who had sunk down there…
(1) Qing Gong, (Chinese for "light body skill"), is often considered to be a fabled skill seen only in legends, films, and stories. When heroes are depicted as jumping on water or gliding through the air, Qing Gong is the skill they are supposedly using.