Chapter 1049: Chapter 1047: Blind Eye (13) Chapter 1049: Chapter 1047: Blind Eye (13) Sage Old Master would ultimately be defeated in this showdown, and that was a problem Fu Qian had been pondering for quite some time.
However, what was unexpected was that it would be in such a simple and brutal manner.
The five Second-Dimension Zombies in front had almost no chance of being taken down when the knowledge infusion distraction tactic proved ineffective.
But their greatest use was to make people believe the problem was resolved and move forward with confidence.
In fact, every eye in the hall could be injected with the copied abilities.
Aiming still required time, but it was no longer enough for the people who had reached the middle of the hall to turn around and flee.
It could be called a sinister trap, but the reason Fu Qian considered it brutal was simple–either way, those eyes effectively evaded Sage Old Master’s Insight.
In Fu Qian’s view, this was no longer a matter of calculation, but rather a dimensional strike.
It was as if the Holy Grail possessed some “knowledge” beyond the comprehension of Sage Old Master.
The emergence of this thought made Fu Qian decisively choose not to run.
Facing a dimensional strike, how could a fish caught in the net possibly escape the way it came?
Of course, Fu Qian understood the choice of Sage and the others–the statues were not enough to block all angles, hiding underneath would make them sitting ducks, so it was better to fight for a slim chance of survival.
And the reason Fu Qian didn’t leave was simple: if statues couldn’t block all angles, what if you added a Shield?
Even a Shield blessed with Transcendent power.
During the silence just now, he had successfully switched his equipment.
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So when facing the emergency, Fu Qian’s ultimate response was to lean against the legs of a statue and use the Shield to guard the only exposed angle.
The choice proved to be correct.
The willpower-draining Shield was indeed sharp, and the seemingly fierce beams were solidly blocked on the outside.
Of course, the cost was that his mind felt as if it were being trampled by the hooves of armored warhorses.
Luckily, it was just a breath away, and almost all the eyes on the dome had been extinguished.
And the Sage Old Master from Heaven Country had left an important piece of information–the Holy Grail was related to this statue.
Once that was over, all that was needed was a little more exploration–
[Containment failed, SAN Points reduced by 1]
[Would you like to play the event recap?]
The next moment, an unexpected voice rang in his ears, and his thoughts instantly froze.
The last image in Fu Qian’s mind was of the beam from the only lit eye slamming against the Shield.
But the Shield, which was supposed to be secure, and even blessed with power, was cut open as easily as butter, offering no resistance at all.
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Again?
Are you an intellectual or a thug?
In the dimly lit warehouse, Fu Qian sat in his seat, feeling as if his brain was still burning.
First, use an unexpected hidden move against Sage Old Master that goes beyond recognition.
Then turn around and directly instant-kill the survivors with an indestructible move?
Was this a gradual escalation of cheating?
I wanted to defeat you fair and square; you just had to take it the wrong way, huh?
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Tapping away at the desk, Fu Qian fully unleashed his desire to complain.
Of course, theoretically speaking, the gains from this trip were not insignificant.
With no prior knowledge of the situation, not only did they almost find the target, but they also forced out two of the enemy’s trump cards.
But as the saying goes in the military, the more you gain, the less you actually have.
Looking at these two trump cards, the biggest feeling was that there’s no telling how many more trump cards there are.
The Holy Grail seemed to be maintaining a perfectly deadlocked game, never expending a fraction more effort than necessary.
In theory, the next step should be to re-enter the mission, using this experience of failure to help the team avoid the pitfalls and reach the tantalizingly close target.
Pity that the target always seemed more than just a stone’s throw away.
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Looking at the illusory shape of the eye in the darkness, Fu Qian analyzed the situation and casually touched it again.
[SAN Points reduced by 1, entering containment scene]
[Current mission updated, solve the puzzle in the Illusion Realm, and meet up with teammates in the real world]
With the same prompt as last time, Fu Qian looked around the familiar chamber, confirmed nothing was amiss, and walked over to the desk by the door once more.
A Bone Blade, six cups, and even the beast skin underneath still had a scale drawn on it.
Just like the first time, but it seemed even more ominous.
The laziness of not even changing the test, meant there must be full confidence in failing you in other ways, which fitted the deduction of not expending a bit more effort than necessary.
After checking and making sure that the pattern and even the traces of wear as well as the angles of placement had not changed, Fu Qian picked up the Bone Blade and casually traced it over his hand, but did not rush to cut.
Knowing the situation outside was under control, it was time to change the answer to the story.
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As the minutes ticked by, although unsure if the outside time was synchronized one-to-one, Fu Qian understood why the Sage Old Master would routinely express his willingness to wait so long.
With time progressing, the urge to open the stone door and leave seemed to be inflating and accumulating, and the pressure to resist doing nothing increased.
It was slightly like the Clear Dream Ring? Did the ending rules constantly urge action?
Perhaps stable predicaments like this always had a clear way out.
There was even a touch of Zen to it.
Fu Qian had a moment of enlightenment.
The two teammates who died at the beginning must have been driven by this impetus, forced to keep trying until the accumulated errors within a short time exceeded the limit, turning their faces into fish tanks.
Otherwise, they could have kept testing slowly.
Considering the time, the last person should also be dead by now.
When the estimated time was right, Fu Qian repeated the old trick, cutting off his fingers one by one.
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“Awake?”
As he tossed his bony left palm into the last cup, the stone door in front of him opened, and Fu Qian once again broke free.
And as his vision returned, a voice sounded nearby, even slightly surprised.
The voice of Brother Charlotte.
Was it unexpected that he could wake up after so long?
Identifying who was speaking without making a sound, Fu Qian chose to look around first.
The same position, the same two faces with wandering features.
As expected, it was those two who died.
More than that, the smell of vomit could still be detected in the air.
Clearly, Charlotte had still not resisted the psychological impact, whether Shi Gaozhi had further provoked him or not.
But that didn’t matter.
“What is that smell?”
The next moment, Fu Qian directly asked, frowning.
He could provoke too.
In an atmosphere that was somewhat Suffocating, Shi Gaozhi’s laughter was particularly jarring.