INTERVAL · Interlude Comedy · Drunk on the Fight

Foreword:

The wisdom in your mind is like a flint and steel.

[No sparks will fly if you don't try.]

[ --William Shakespeare]

[Part 1 - Sword and Spear Combat]

A fierce hurricane swept through the bottom of the seemingly bottomless mine shaft.

It is the sharp siren of an underground cavity, shooing up a flock of swallows, like a shepherd's staff hooking a lamb's neck, blowing a thick fog up to the valley mouth, and tearing it to shreds in an instant by the fierce, knife-like wind.

It blew open the makeshift tents of the scavengers' camp.

Blow off the homeless man's large hat.

The smell of blood in the air was blown away.

The wind stirred the hair of the Wen Bucai.

The wind blew up the thin trouser legs of the Skull and Bones Society and Bones sentries' ankles.

Blow away the flies from the corpse's nostrils.

Wen Bucai threw the corpses into the lava river of the valley and shouted at the distant gentle slope and high platform, "They're all here! Leave no one alive!"

The scavenger camp outside Zero Platform has been cleared of the obstructive sentries.

Wen Bucai handled this matter perfectly, leaving no unpleasant loose ends.

"What's next?" The young waiter, hiding behind a large rock and guarding the group's equipment, asked, "Are you planning to sneak in?"

Wen Bucai: "Being sneaky can easily lead to misunderstandings."

Jiang Xueming: "As soon as we hear any signs that something is wrong, we'll break through from the front."

The waiter stammered nervously, "Front-up?! Front-up?!"

Jiang Xueming: "Is her internet connection bad? Is she not connected to Wi-Fi? Her speech is garbled."

Wen Bucai: "It's good enough that there's any signal here, just make do with it."

Waiter: "Are you serious? From the front? There are over eighty of them! And over eighty guns! Eighty! Not eight!"

Jiang Xueming: "Jason gave us a full map cheat, I think we can win."

Wen Bucai: "Want to be an observer? Provide me with fire support? Or should we join forces for urban warfare?"

Jiang Xueming: "What do you think? The highest level of martial arts is getting something for free. Their main weapon is an AK74U. Judging from its Iraqi condition, it'll probably be in a museum in a few years. Its effective range won't exceed 300 meters, and its lethal range won't exceed 600 meters. If they can get something for free, why would they go up and fight with knives?"

Wen Bucai: "There will always be clever devils who hide and play dead. Believe me, I have a lot of experience dealing with these villains. If Victor catches me, he can write six new books next month."

Jiang Xueming: "Then I'll do as you say. Give me your orders, Commander Wen Bucai."

Wen Bucai: "Jiang Xueming, find high ground to wait and continue observing."

Waiter: "What about me? What about me? What about me?"

Wen Bucai: "Your internet connection is bad, try finding a signal."

Waiter: "Really? I feel like you can hear me!"

Jiang Xueming: "Speak louder if you can't hear me."

Wen Bucai: "I can't hear anything at all."

The waiter frowned, looking at the radio in his hand with a puzzled expression, feeling that something was amiss.

Suddenly, a cluster of bright red, bird-shaped figures emerged from the valley entrance.

These shadows, like giant bats, flapped their wings and swarmed out from the various caves in the rock wall, circling and accelerating in mid-air, emitting sharp cries.

Before we could even get a clear look at the birds, they came and went quickly, heading straight for the Mu Yuan deeper below the valley entrance.

Wen Bucai: "It's time to take action."

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, they've been exposed. I just received a text message."

Wen Bucai: "What did the text message say?"

Jiang Xueming: "A picture was sent to me on WeChat. It's a huge dragon-like creature with a decaying body. Judging from the scale, this dragon, without its tail, should be over fifty meters long. Its scales are tattered, and there are many pieces of human skin and bones sewn onto it Band-Aid."

Wen Bucai: "Was there anything else mentioned?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Wen Bucai: "Read it to me?"

Jiang Xueming: "Save me! Save ...

Wen Bucai: "Is your internet connection bad either?"

Jiang Xueming: "That's why I said they should have been exposed."

Waiter: "Hurry up! My employer is in danger!"

Wen Bucai: "It's already moving, I'm on my way, don't panic, I'm coming!"

Jiang Xueming: "Sir, slow down, let me put the main weapon back together first."

Wen Bucai: "Suddenly I didn't want to go anymore. I hate my legs; they move on their own. When I heard the girl's cries for help, I couldn't help myself."

Jiang Xueming: "Don't worry, this thing is simple in structure, I can assemble it in less than ten seconds."

Wen Bucai: "Next time, could you please not breathe too heavily when you speak? It's kind of scary."

Jiang Xueming: "But your tone is so relaxed and casual, like you're strolling in a garden, that it's hard for me to get nervous. To be honest, I even feel like we're chatting on some elite forum, discussing a strategy for a game level."

Wen Bucai: "That's true, so how about we be a little more nervous?"

Jiang Xueming: "I see you're almost at the rocky platform of Bork Pass. There are four people ahead of you; we're about to make contact. What are the instructions?"

Wen Bucai: "I'll talk to them and explain my purpose."

Jiang Xueming: "And then?"

Wen Bucai: "Let's have a showdown with the one who looks the best among them, see who has the most special skills, and make some laughs."

Jiang Xueming: "Why did you do that?"

Wen Bucai: "We don't have wings, and we can't fly to the Mu Yuan at the bottom of the valley to rescue the heroes. The best battle plan is to hold off these ogres and try not to disturb the two little guys' escape."

Jiang Xueming: "You trust A Xing so much?"

Wen Bucai: "I trust Victor's judgment. He's viciously critical of everything. Even when I eat steak, he'll pick out the slightest thing between the tendons that doesn't meet his standards. He's a complete nitpicker. The fact that you two can pass his scrutiny means you must both have some special skills."

Jiang Xueming: "."

Wen Bucai: "Is my internet connection bad?"

Jiang Xueming: "I was marking shooting targets in the first reaction zone just now. Sorry, my concentration dropped."

Wen Bucai: "That's why I say, at the train station, someone as talented as you, without a special skill, might be like those uninspired sexy girls on TikTok, only able to dress up as a doll, stare blankly at the camera for thirty seconds, doing nothing but selling your face."

Jiang Xueming: "Sixteen meters to go, they've drawn their guns. Should I fire, sir?"

Wen Bucai: "No rush. They seem to have discovered the trouble their companions in the Mu Yuan have encountered. Let me go up and make a sarcastic remark to distract them."

Having said that--

Wen Bucai arrived alone before the recruit.

He raised his head and tilted it slightly, and saw a burly squad leader, about two meters tall, with a mohawk, coming up to question him.

"What are you doing?!"

Wen Bucai spouted nonsense. "I'm here for the Skull and Bones Society! To learn kung fu!"

Jiang Xueming's long, deep breaths came through the radio headset, a signal that he was ready to hold his breath and snipe at any moment.

The waiter chimed in, "God! I hope these two big shots with their brains completely malfunctioning can be serious for once. I hope my employer survives."

The group leader stared wide-eyed, tilted his head, and bent over, intently watching the short Wen Bucai: "Learning kung fu?"

Immediately, a group member burst into laughter, clutching their stomach.

"Hahahaha! Team leader! Another idiot freak has arrived?!"

"WOOHOOOO! So much fun today!"

"Koman from Mu Yuan is dead! The Wyvern have all come out!"

"The Big Leader was so angry he killed four cabinet guests with a single stroke. Our team leader will get a promotion and a raise, and we'll get to drink some human flesh soup too!"

"I wonder what kind of fun this guy will bring next? I'm curious! I'm excited! I feel so hot!"

Before the words had even finished --

--A strange roar burst forth from Wen Bucai's throat!

"Ada!~~~"

Suddenly raising both arms, his index and middle fingers forming a sword, Mr. Wen Bucai covered his face and wiped his nose with one hand, while extending the other to throw a punch, posing and making a show of strength.

Then came two or three light, spinning kicks in mid-air, his balance was excellent, and he landed without making a sound.

The kick created a gust of wind that ruffled the group leader's unconventional hairstyle.

"Whoa!" The squad leader's eyes lit up. He immediately put down his gun, took out some gel from his waist, and tidied up his slightly messy mohawk, looking refreshed once again.

A burst of enthusiastic shouts erupted from the group members.

"Bruce Lee!"

"Bruce Lee! Bruce Lee!"

"Team leader! We can't lose!"

All I saw was the squad leader perform a set of wild, unorthodox punches, pull off his bulletproof vest, revealing two strong arms, and with a hunched posture, the red stone on his chest suddenly burst into flames.

He was like a warrior who refused to admit defeat, determined to show off his best skills to this clueless troublemaker.

Suddenly, the checkpoint became incredibly lively. People who were cooking, engrossed in games, or arguing with their online lovers all rushed out of their houses to see this new and exciting spectacle.

After finishing a set of punches, the group leader immediately did a handstand, supporting his muscular body with only one finger.

Whistles and boos immediately erupted towards Wen Bucai.

Wen Bucai shrugged indifferently, his eyes full of innocence when faced with ridicule, his face a mask of dramatic expression.

"Oh! What happened?"

"Hmph!" The team leader landed nimbly, looking arrogant and overbearing. "Kid! You want to learn kung fu from us? That's not enough! Show us your best skills!"

Wen Bucai took out his cigarette case and offered cigarettes to the guys nearby. His skillful and subtle technique was like a slingshot throwing a stone, and the cigarettes landed in the mouths of the sentry members like arrows.

He then took out a lighter and lit it.

"The fire in my heart will never be extinguished!"

The nunchucks sprang from Wen Bucai's waist, and a pair of invisible arms gently flung the staffs away, immediately catching them in his hands.

"Waaah--"

"Ada! Ada!"

The two sticks danced in unison, rising and falling in waves.

The blue flames roared and streaked through the air.

The team members standing high up in the stairwell had already taken out their phones and started recording, their eyes A Xing.

[Part ② - Wielding Swords and "Gun"]

Jiang Xueming: "You took my stick just to do this?"

Wen Bucai: "Otherwise what? How many targets can you see?"

Jiang Xueming: "Forty-seven, fifty-five, and eight more who ran out of the public bathhouse—soon they'll be a complete family."

Wen Bucai: "How many can you hit?"

Jiang Xueming: "All of them."

Wen Bucai: "How many can you kill?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's hard to say. I can't guarantee I can kill them all at this distance, but I'll do my best."

"It really works?" The waitress covered her face; this was beyond her comprehension, a blind spot in her knowledge. Was this how VIPs were handled?

Startled, she shouted into the radio, "God! God Please! Noooooooooo!"

Wen Bucai: "Have we switched to the English channel?"

Jiang Xueming: "Perhaps."

Wen Bucai: "Were we being listened to?"

Jiang Xueming: "Even if someone overheard it, the person in charge of eavesdropping and espionage would probably be furious. What tactical value could such a nonsensical message have?"

Wen Bucai: "Shall we continue?"

With nunchucks tucked under Wen Bucai's armpits, he exuded arrogance, his body brimming with tension, his furrowed brows and angry glare resembling that of a tiger.

The group leader was at a loss. He swallowed hard, looked around at his group members, and couldn't help but admire the staff dancing skills.

The blue flames from the sticks forced him to retreat step by step, but the enthusiastic team members pushed him forward, even igniting the hair on his head, turning him into Ghost Rider.

"Aaaaaah!" the team leader roared, pulling two serrated meat cleavers from his waist. They emitted strange cries, and the sharp blades flashed out like flowing water.

He danced with increasing enthusiasm and excitement.

He felt himself getting stronger, as if he had encountered a legendary VIP—when an insect sees a butterfly dancing gracefully, it will try to flap its wings too!

The flames above his head burned relentlessly, threatening to turn him completely bald, but he paid no heed to the pain, focusing only on continuing his dance and martial arts battles.

Wait until he finishes dancing--

--Sheathing his sword and returning to his original stance, his mohawk was completely ruined. After wiping it a few times with a towel, his round, bald head was revealed.

The team members behind him were still offering their enthusiastic congratulations.

"Team leader! You've gone bald! And you've gotten stronger! We can feel it! Wow! You're so lucky! You're really so lucky! Now there's definitely meat in our soup!"

Wen Bucai: "And now?"

Jiang Xueming: "Eighty-eight of them, all of them are here. There are old beasts over sixty years old and young beasts around fifteen or sixteen years old."

Wen Bucai: "To be honest, I've never seen anything like this in all my years of life."

Jiang Xueming: "A little nervous?"

Wen Bucai: "Talk to me a little longer, it might be the last thing you say to me."

Jiang Xueming: "I have a question."

Wen Bucai: "Ask away."

Jiang Xueming: "Playing this game is profitable, right?"

Wen Bucai: "."

Jiang Xueming: "There's money to be made from beating these people and that dragon, right?"

Wen Bucai: "Let's discuss that. How about a firing signal? That's more meaningful than money!"

Jiang Xueming: "God! No! Noooooooooo!"

Wen Bucai: "Listen to my thunder."

Wen Bucai took out his phone and took a series of three photos of the group leader's graceful sword-wielding movements.

While filming, he kept praising, "Yes! Yes! Wow! You're fucking sexy! Welcome! Welcome to the world of men!"

The team leader became even more excited upon hearing this.

The opponent's recognition is the best blessing!

He danced even more energetically, wanting an encore!

He twisted his body even more exaggeratedly; after merging with the Sacred Dragon Cave, he could easily perform postures that human bones could not achieve!

The flashing blades resembled an impenetrable iron curtain. A helpful team member brought a basin of foot-washing water and splashed it at the team leader, only to have it torn apart by the sharp light and shadow, slicing into fine mist.

Wen Bucai, holding up his phone, walked closer and closer. "Beautiful! Amazing! So sexy!"

The team leader's eyes gradually shone with golden light, his round pupils about to transcend the mundane and become a child of a true dragon!

A deafening roar erupted from his parched throat, followed by a menacing, aggressive pose—

At that moment, everyone cheered and screamed with excitement.

Wen Bucai picked up his phone.

"Smile! Show your teeth! Sixteen teeth!"

The group leader flashed a cheerful and friendly smile.

"The wisdom in your mind is like a flint; if you don't strike it, it won't spark!"

The Wen Bucai picked up a gun.

--Smash that guy's head.

The flash went off, and the photo captured that moment.

The whole process was very quick.

The blood splattered onto the faces of the team members nearby before they even realized what was happening.

The powerful pistol bullet shattered the team leader's skull, scattering shrapnel and bone fragments into the dense crowd of onlookers, taking sixteen lives without a single cry of pain.

By the time Wen Bucai blew out the muzzle flash of the M500 and spun it into his pocket, no one had noticed who had fired the shot.

Just as we were about to arrive, Jiang Xueming's main weapon spewed flames; I didn't even have time to introduce what kind of rifle it was.

Its bullets are coming!

The gunshots haven't come yet!

Like a violent rain of steel, like the silent Grim Death God.

Almost at the same time.

A sniping distance of 700 meters--

--Xue Ming's main weapon had already emptied an entire magazine.

Looking from a high point--

--The terrifying kinetic energy of the rifle bullets struck all the heads in the first reaction zone of the front row.

The scene was transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, leaving behind sixteen headless corpses that were not yet stiff.

Gunfire, as dense as rain, came from the southwest, arriving two seconds late.

Only then did the audience in the front row remember to take out their guns and fight back.

The audience in the back row fled into the building in a panic to find weapons, leaving their phones behind and not even bothering to take pictures or post them on Weibo!

The instant the gun barrels were all raised—

--Wen Bucai let out a sharp, piercing roar.

The power of his soul emanated from his body at that moment.

"Ada! Da da da da da da da da da!--"

At that instant, bursts of bright red, scalding heat shot out from the massive revolver!

Forced by the powerful thrust of gunpowder, it is squeezed and deformed, guided by the rifling, like a limp lump of iron mud, spinning on its own, and when it breaks the sound barrier, it emits a deafening bang that shatters eardrums.

Through the scope, Jiang Xueming's pupils contracted slightly as he witnessed for the first time the Soul's Glory of Mr. Wen Bucai's soul.

That person was like a solid, live target.

The iron bullet struck the VIP's body as if it had crashed into a bare granite rock. Shrapnel and flying sand vibrated through the air, leaving behind twisted, deformed, and scorching turbulent vortices around Wen Bucai.

The revolver fired continuously, Xue Ming couldn't even see the true appearance of the illusion.

It seemed to have six arms, leaving a high-speed afterimage in the air.

When the trigger is pulled--

--As flames spewed from the muzzle, they began to provoke the hammer.

Wen Bucai were caught by that dark blue phantom and crushed to pieces! Not even a fragment of the bullet escaped!

When the bullets ran out, the entire cylinder was disassembled, and the firing motion was not changed before six new bullets were immediately inserted.

Jiang Xueming concentrated his mind, unleashing an astonishing light from his Steel Heart, trying to see the true form of his soul power as the butterfly flapped its wings.

He saw it clearly!

On the arms of the Soul Might Illusion Body, the armor resembled the thick skin of a shark, divided into blue and black, evenly distributed along every muscle line.

There is an anchor-shaped emblem between the eyebrows of the head, which resembles the cocking handle of an AR rifle.

The spade emblem on its chest is upside down, resembling a dark heart beating slowly, with [railway tracks] serving as its veins, closely connected to its spiritual body.

Under Soul's control, the two M500s were like machine guns, constantly launching their magazines, which were then caught by the phantom's arm and put back into the tool bag on his waist, where they were filled with scattered.50 bullets.

Wen Bucai reverted to his form from over a hundred years ago, the cold-faced Death God who shot down bandits in the west.

His flesh and blood body and his spiritual incarnation launched a one-sided massacre and a one-sided suppression of firepower.

A hail of bullets sprayed from short swords, a thunderous roar erupting from the M500.

And Jiang Xueming kept firing sniper shots from the distant high ground.

In just one minute.

There was no one alive left at the outpost of the Boke Grand Hotel.

Only hundreds of spent bullet casings lay beneath Wen Bucai's feet, along with fragments of bullets shattered and crushed by Hunwei's power.

He swiped the gun back into its sheath, still a little unaccustomed to it. This was the first gun in his life that had withstood such violent shooting and still left him with a complete body.

The scalding gun barrel burned his buttocks, causing blisters to form. He cursed and shouted out Soul Might's real name.

"Ada! Ah... Ah [Alcoholism·Drunkard], all done!"

Jiang Xueming put away his main weapon and jumped down from the platform.

"Shall we go find the shooting star now?"

Wen Bucai: "Is Mr. Bu still alive?"

Jiang Xueming opened his phone. "Full of energy."

Wen Bucai: "How do you know?"

Jiang Xueming read aloud the new text message: "Help! Help...

Wen Bucai: "There are so many more characters than last time! It's definitely lively and energetic."

Jiang Xueming: "Not only that, they also had the spare time to draw a topographical map of the Mu Yuan for us, like elementary school students sketching on a spring outing and doing their painting homework."

Wen Bucai: "Should we head over there now? Send him a voice message?"

Jiang Xueming whispered into his phone, "Hang in there! Brother's here!"

The waiter covered his face.

"GodNo! God! Please! Noooooooooo!"

[Real Name: Vincent Wen Bucai]

[Soul Might: Alcoholism]

[Destructive power:???]

[Speed:???]

[Range:???]

[Endurance:???]

[Precision:???]

[Growth Potential:???]

[Special Ability:???]

[Origin: An ancient creature of unknown origin - that's what the BOSS calls Wen Bucai.]

--The story begins with a letter from home in 1888, in which a distraught Asian man sought help from a doctor, claiming that he suffered from severe Alzheimer's disease, had forgotten everything, including his family and loved ones, and that only a letter could prove that he had once possessed these treasures of his life.

This condition could never occur in a healthy young man, so the doctor recommended a local sorcerer to treat the poor man.

However, when the wizard communicated with the patient on an astral level, he was suddenly forced to vomit blood and faint by the mysterious person's overwhelming spiritual energy, as if he had seen 540 million years of life evolution history in an instant.

The sorcerer introduced the mysterious man to the Sky Station, suggesting he obtain the legendary Universal Elixir to cure his amnesia.

He was an anonymous man at the station, a man with no past, whose bones, when analyzed, showed carbon isotope analysis results that traced him back to the Cambrian period.

He is Joe, and he is Wen Bucai.

The Kunming Fish, which has existed since ancient times, continuously lost its memory and evolved under the influence of its natural environment and retroviruses, eventually transforming into a human—and to this day, it remains active in some corner of the underground world, a truly mysterious ancient creature.

[Note: SoulPower - from the single of the same name on the album <Tribb to JB>]

[Note II: Alcoholism - a single from the same name in <The Magical Manual of Qin Music: Xilutang>]

[Note III: MC Ji Kang! What's the label?! Say it loudly with me! The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove! The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove! -- This is what Ming De said while DJing in a bar]