"Hmph...it certainly lives up to its reputation..." the imitation soul sneered and replied, "...it's crazy."

"Haha... Kudos to you... Kudos to you..." Brother Jue responded with a smile.

"Why are you trying to be polite to him?" Atobe said, "Besides...it's Uncle Good-for-nothing who has seen through him right now! Are you just using it as an afterthought?"

"Hmm... Speaking of which, I'm also a little curious, Brother Chai, how did you see through it?" Feng Bujue turned to Uncle Chai, "Although I also noticed some abnormalities from him, but when you pinch him

Before I grabbed it by the neck, I really didn’t think about it as a ‘fake’.”

"Actually, I'm about the same as you. At first, I just thought this 'Tianma Xingkong' was a bit weird, but I didn't suspect that he was being faked." When the good-for-nothing Uncle spoke, his hand that held the soul of imitation did not relax at all.

, "Until...this guy puts on the stance of Pegasus Meteor Fist."

"What?" Feng Bujue was stunned when he heard the words. A set of memory fragments flashed through his mind. Two seconds later, he suddenly realized, "Oh... the posture is wrong."

"Huh? Is that the reason?" Atobe continued.

"Yes, that's the reason." Uncle Useless Chai said, "In the peak battle, I have seen the unconstrained Meteor Fist more than once. There is a certain difference between his movements and those made by the Imitation Soul...the real unconstrained style

, no matter what posture you are in when you strike, always put your left hand on top, above your head..."

"Well, there is also the angle at which the two legs are bent. The right leg is farther back, and the bending range is more obvious than the left leg." Feng Bujue added.

"And...it's not just a matter of posture." Uncle Good-for-nothing said, his eyes under his sunglasses refocused on the face of the Imitation Soul, "The unconstrained Meteor Fist is unique. Even if you search the entire game, you will still find it.

No one can imitate his spirit."

"Hey... isn't it just a skill? Everyone can use it the same, right?" Atobe didn't seem to believe it.

"Of course it's different... You're still a professional player, haven't you noticed this?" Feng Bujue sighed, shook his head, patted Jibu's shoulder, and explained, "The big guy in the horror paradise

Some attack skills do not have clear damage values... This is an obvious implicit setting." He paused and then said, "It seems to be the same skill, but if different people use it, the effect will definitely be different.

Even if you let two players with the same level, equipment, and specialization use the same skill, their power will be different."

"In fact, even if the same person... performs the same move under different circumstances, the damage value will fluctuate." Uncle Waste Chai added, "A subtle movement. An adjustment in the breathing rate, even psychological.

Changes will affect the final result, not to mention the impact of physical weakness, injuries and other factors."

"I see...that's how it is." Atobe has learned a lesson this time. Even if he throws himself into the street and dies in the next second, this script will not be in vain.

"Even though Tianma Xingkong only has one move to use, it seems to be extremely monotonous in terms of tactics." Uncle Useless Chai continued, "Actually... he is both rough and fine. His Meteor Fist can be said to be one of the best stunts in the entire game.

.His use of this skill has reached the level of proficiency. The destructive power ranges from D level to A level. He can hit as much as he wants."

"No wonder... when fighting this guy, I vaguely felt that his punches were getting stronger and stronger..." Honghu adjusted his glasses and thought thoughtfully. "After using a skill countless times, you can do it.

Is this the case..."

"You don't have to think too much... We can't learn from his methods." Uncle Good-for-nothing's eyes changed slightly, "Everyone has his or her own unique talents... When it comes to talent, being imaginative and unimaginable doesn't necessarily mean how high he is.

His mind is not as good as some of yours. From the perspective of a professional player, he is by no means a genius player. Because he only relies on intuition, hard work, and a little luck." He smiled. "But he got it.

The champion of the pinnacle competition has surpassed all of us. Ha... no one can copy this."

"Wait a minute!" The Imitation Soul shouted at this time (it could still speak normally after being choked, and the state of dying before was just a disguise), "From the moment you came to the island, I

I have been following you secretly and observing your words and deeds. As for posture... the posture I put on is the same as what Tianma Xingkong himself did in the mocking woods! What's the difference? My left hand is obviously on top, and my right leg is slightly...

…”

"The extent of the body's expansion and the trajectory of the limbs are different." Feng Bujue interrupted, "It's like two gymnasts doing the same set of technical movements. As long as you observe carefully enough, even a layman can see something.

It's different." He shrugged, "Of course... I couldn't see through you either." He pointed at Uncle Good-for-nothing, "The one who saw through you at the first moment and launched a direct attack... was him. I couldn't.

It's just an afterthought, you fell into the trap of Uncle Good-for-nothing's quick judgment and courage."

This statement is true. If it weren't for the decisiveness of the good-for-nothing uncle, the Imitation Soul would not have revealed its flaws so quickly. Even Brother Jue and Honghu would need more clues or other opportunities to be able to see through it.

disguise.

"Well... the matter has come to this, I can only accept this result." The imitation soul seemed to admit defeat, "You have done a good job, this is the first time... that I have been exposed in such a short period of time.

." It paused, "Now, can you put me down and talk again?"

"It depends on the situation." Uncle Good-for-nothing continued in a deep voice. As he spoke, his hands tightened.

"Don't worry, I won't resist. To be fair, I don't think I can beat you." The imitation soul said in a relaxed tone.

"Then what if you run away?" Brother Jue asked.

"Hmph... If I wanted to escape, I would have run away long ago. None of you could have stopped me." The imitation soul turned to Brother Jue and said, "You have seen my kindred before, so you should know our abilities.

."

Brother Jue thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Alden?"

"Yes, that's him." The Imitation Soul replied, "Although the abilities are slightly different, I can also do things like teleportation."

Feng Bujue didn't say anything else. He took half a step forward and winked at Uncle Good-for-Nothing.

The good-for-nothing uncle nodded and then let go of his hand.

After the Imitation Soul landed, he rubbed his neck. He pretended to take a breath and said, "Then... let's negotiate a deal, travelers from other worlds."

Feng Bujue said straight to the point, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The Imitation Soul smiled and replied: "Hey, I only have two requests..." Its gaze swept across the faces of the players, "First, I want a treasure from you..." It said here

At the same time, the system prompts rang in the players' ears ["treasure" is an item above the exquisite level, but items acquired in this scenario are not allowed], "Give me anything you want. As long as it has magic power

items.”

Its first request is not for itself, but to help restore the rubbing hand to its original state. The imitation soul needs a magic item from an "other world" in order to complete the spellcasting and rescue its colleagues.

"Secondly..." the imitation soul continued, "I want to hear a ghost story. Any one of you can tell it, but it must be scary enough."

This requirement is to meet its own needs...

When he heard this, the good-for-nothing uncle turned to look at his three teammates and said calmly: "Just kill it."

"Hey!" The imitation soul roared.

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said, "Listen to what it says..." He paused for a second, "...it's not too late to kill him."

As an NPC, the Imitation Soul is under a lot of pressure at this time. However, its dialogue always has to be finished: "Uh-huh... As long as you meet my requirements, I will naturally provide corresponding rewards. I can help you

There are three things to do, but you can only choose one of the three..." When it said this, it paused for a moment. Then it said, "These three things are... 1. Tell the whereabouts of Tianma Xingkong. And for

You open the passage to the next level; second, teleport the four of you directly to the altar at the bottom of the temple; third, immediately bring Tianma Xingkong in front of you." After that, it smiled mysteriously, "Of course, you can also refuse.

Deal. In that case, I will leave immediately, and you can wish yourselves well here..."

"Well...we have to discuss it before making a decision." Honghu replied.

"Please." The imitation soul stretched out a hand and made a "please" gesture.

Feng Bujue was not worried that the other party would escape. He immediately waved to his teammates to come over. So, everyone followed him to the corner on the other side of the stone room and started discussing in low voices.

"I always feel like there's a conspiracy..." Atobe said, "Since it says it can teleport, why is it negotiating terms with us? It can just hide away."

"No, I think it's reasonable." Feng Bujue denied, "I have indeed seen a creature of its kind. Although the appearance of the two is slightly different, there is no doubt that they are the same life form." He explained, "

The guy I saw before can indeed use teleportation and can move others with him. The most important thing is... that guy also likes to listen to ghost stories."

Honghu continued: "In my opinion... it's not that complicated. To put it bluntly, this is just a plot option. When Brother Chai saw through the disguise of this NPC, the plot was triggered." He paused for a second.

, said, "Actually, this transaction is generally fair. As long as we hand over a high-quality item and tell a zero-cost story, we can get one of the three rewards."

"I also agree to accept the deal." Uncle Good-for-nothing said, "But the question now is...which reward should I choose?"

"The first option..." Atobe immediately answered, "If you choose the second option, wouldn't it be equivalent to abandoning Brother Ma? And the third option... Although you can meet up with Brother Xiao Ma right away,

, but the situation will be back to where it was a few minutes ago.”

"wrong."

Suddenly, Brother Jue made a typo in a confident tone.

"Huh?" Honghu next to him was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong? Atobu's analysis makes sense."

"Really?" Feng Bujue said, "Then I want to ask...what will you do after you know Brother Xiao Ma's whereabouts?"

"Of course I'm looking for him," Atobe replied.

"Do you know the way to this temple? Or have you seen the map here?"

"Well……"

Feng Bujue stunned the other party with his question in just two sentences, and his words were not finished yet: "Even if you really have the entire map of the temple, how can you guarantee that Brother Xiaoma will stay where you are, waiting for you to find it?

"

"Wait a minute..." Atobe said, "How do you know that Brother Ma must be in this temple? Maybe he is somewhere else..."

"Impossible." Feng Bujue interrupted, "If he were elsewhere, he would have been wiped out long ago, wouldn't he?"

"Uh...that's not right!" Atobe said again. "The five of us entered the temple together. When we passed through the trap door, Xiaoma was neither the first nor the last, and he never left our sight.

, Imitation Soul has no chance to change the contract at all..."

"Because it was replaced outside." Feng Bujue answered calmly.

"Then you said he must be in the temple?" Atobe was confused.
To be continued...