"You underestimate me too much, Mr. Ford." At this moment, Feng Bujue's mentality became very relaxed, and he joked with the boss: "I happen to be one of the most survivable creatures in the world.

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"Huh? Do you want to say that you are not human?" Ford replied.

"If you can be considered a human being, of course I am also a human being." Feng Bujue replied, "But as we all know, aliens, 82, Chinese people who cannot afford special food, etc... are all extremely tenacious existences.

The attitude of letting me fend for myself is useless."

Ford was silent for about five seconds, "Although I don't know what you are talking about...but I seem to understand your point of view. In this case, I will solve it myself..."

Before the word "you" came out of his mouth, Feng Bujue popped up like a cannonball and rushed dozens of meters away in an instant. There was only a deep footprint left where he had stood, and there seemed to be still traces of it in the air.

There is a hint of heat with the smell of blood.

Fu Fu smiled ferociously and caught up with him. His movements were not much slower than Feng Bujue who used the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique. He could jump several feet with a light step. He floated in the direction of his opponent's escape.

He was running faster and faster, and every time he put more force on his feet, his body felt as if his muscles were loose. This guy was really incredibly strong.

In terms of strength, Feng Bujue can't be Fu Fu's opponent. Even if he was hit by an elbow when he was in full state, he could only breathe. With Feng Bujue's current survival value, he would definitely not be able to take a hit. So he also

Ignore the consumption of Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique. Anyway, it will be taken away with one blow, so why not reduce it to 1.

In a competition at this speed, Feng Bujue could still compete with his opponent. But even though his absolute speed and explosive power were slightly better, the distance between Fu Fu and him was still gradually shortening.

The two have different familiarity with the terrain. Furthermore, the pursuer can watch the fleeing party's actions to instantly judge the situation on the road ahead. Feng Bujue must constantly check the path ahead while running desperately to avoid stepping on it.

Sora may be in a dead end. If his dynamic vision hadn't improved a lot, running wildly in the jungle with a flashlight, he would have crashed into a tree like a pig.

Two figures, one behind the other, were moving quickly through the dense forest at the darkest moment before dawn. The former was like a bullet that kept ejecting, relying on the surrounding things to repeatedly support and accelerate; the latter was like a mayfly touching water, light and swift.

, without falling behind at all.

This contest did not last long. After more than a minute, Feng Bujue's survival value had dropped below 10. If he took the initiative to stop the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique at this moment, he would not be able to activate it again. He could only bite the bullet and continue.

Burn the blood, so it can last for about twenty seconds.

Ford chased him closer and closer, and gradually reached a distance of about ten meters. At this moment, it suddenly became clear to the two of them. They finally made it out of the jungle and arrived at the Death Swamp in the southeast corner of the island.

Feng Bujue didn't care at all, and with a life-threatening mentality, he rushed towards the surface of the swamp with all his strength. He stepped across the surface of the swamp at lightning speed, and his body actually managed to pass over it, and finally

He stood on a rock dozens of meters away from the edge of the swamp, which was one of the only places to stand in the vast swamp.

When he stood still, Feng Bujue's survival value also bottomed out, with only 1 left. Now if a bee stings him, he will die immediately.
Chapter completed!