[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319250,4536,"Chapter 12: What Are You Hiding Under Your Bed?","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>“Su-ge, what opportunity are you talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su into the bedroom, asking with slight confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The chance to kill the zombies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised his voice slightly, his expression filled with tension, urgency, and excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the zombie was wandering in the hallway; opening the door would surely draw its attention, forcing a direct confrontation—difficult to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now someone has drawn the zombie’s attention; the two of us can strike from behind with a surprise blow. Ambush versus direct fight—any normal person knows which is easier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he answered Zheng Xinyu’s question, Zhang Su bent down and struggled to pull out a large box from under the bed, over a meter long and thirty to forty centimeters wide and thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without giving curious Zheng Xinyu time to ask again, Zhang Su skillfully unlatched the clips, flipped open the lid with a whoosh, and a faint odor of industrial oil spread out—inside lay a cleaver, a hand axe, a heavy iron wrench, and a baseball bat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These… aren’t these—Su-ge, why are you hiding these under your bed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu could understand the baseball bat—it was sports equipment—but what were those oddly shaped cleavers and sharp axes for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave Zhang Su a strange look, as if to say: Aren’t you some kind of murderer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su ignored Zheng Xinyu’s confusion, took the short-handled axe-hammer from the box, weighed it in his hand—the axe blade gleamed coldly, the hammer head solid and heavy—and a sense of security welled up. Then he pulled out the longest baseball bat and handed it to Zheng Xinyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, use this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu took the baseball bat nervously; she knew what awaited them, and her scalp tightened as her heart quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From apartment 802 came occasional piercing cries for help; the zombie, like a lecher drawn by scent, pounded harder on the door, revealing its hunger for fresh flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did a woman move into the apartment across the hall?… Let’s move fast— if she keeps screaming like this, we’ll attract more zombies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was furious inside, wondering why women always screamed when they had problems—whether happy or unhappy, they screamed. Was this habit written into their genes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu said nothing. In her heart, if not for Zhang Su taking charge, she wouldn’t be any better off than the woman across the hall. Her rapid adaptation to this environment was largely thanks to Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get ready. When we go out, sneak up quietly and strike the zombie’s head together. You’ve seen zombie movies, right? Headshot—hit it here, got it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su suppressed his irritation and pointed to his own head to demonstrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it… got it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu replied dazedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su wasn’t satisfied—he stepped aside and told Zheng Xinyu: “Come on, show me how you’d do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su-ge, this baseball bat’s kinda heavy… I’m… I’m afraid I won’t hit accurately. What should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the baseball bats Zhang Su used to sell to local hooligans for show, this one was custom-made by a master, crafted from special materials, reinforced, and even borrowed ergonomic patents from top foreign weapon companies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal baseball bat weighs about nine hundred grams; this one in Zheng Xinyu’s hands weighed two kilograms—perfectly manageable for Zhang Su’s build and strength, but awkward for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heavy means impact! A light bat just gives the zombie a massage! Imagine the zombie’s head as a wooden post—swing the bat like you’re splitting firewood. Come on, show me your swing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su encouraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, ya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu didn’t hesitate—she channeled her Qi into her dantian, raised the bat, and brought it down hard—a whoosh of wind followed, powerful and decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was startled, frowning: “You’ve got serious strength. Where’d you get it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, I exercise sometimes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu leaned on the bat, glancing left and right, too embarrassed to meet Zhang Su’s eyes. She wouldn’t tell him she’d secretly copied his daily workouts—low intensity, but now it paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strength helps. Power creates miracles. Your motion was off—watch me. When you strike, coordinate your waist and back—only then can you generate maximum force. After the hit, follow through with a sidestep so you don’t waste your momentum…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su trained under Master Chen, whose wild, dog-like combat moves were brutally effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu bit her lip and studied intently; no great results could come in such a short time—she could only memorize the basic principles of force application!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, like that—wait…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you looking for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu asked as Zhang Su rummaged through the closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking for protective gear! The woman across the hall stopped screaming. Based on earlier estimates, if the noise stops for four or five minutes, the zombie will give up! Hurry—over there, magazines—make two simple forearm guards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed two black wrist guards to Zheng Xinyu, who stared blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forearm… guards?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu knew what padding was, but how to make forearm guards? She held the wrist guards helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll help you put them on. Watch closely—you’ll help me next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su swiftly grabbed promotional magazines from the desk, wrapped them around Zheng Xinyu’s forearms, then stretched the wrist guards over them. “Move your arm—how’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu swung her arm immediately—the wrist guards held the magazines firmly in place, secure and stable. She smiled: “Solid. Doesn’t hinder my movement at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Got it? That’s how you wear them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Zhang Su helped bind the other forearm the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu wasn’t slow—once she understood, she efficiently helped Zhang Su put his on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the zombie lunges and bites, block with your arms like this, then shove, kick—like this. Got it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised his arm to block, demonstrating for Zheng Xinyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is so dangerous. Are we really going to do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu practiced the motions while grimacing. Kill the zombie first? But if it bit her, she knew she was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re strong now, uninjured. If we don’t practice killing zombies now, what’ll we use when supplies run low, our legs weak from hunger, and we’re forced to face them? Will we kill them with our heads?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su asked sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a very real question. Zheng Xinyu could picture the scenario Zhang Su described—like a frog slowly boiled alive. By the time they were truly cornered, they might no longer have the strength to fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Zhang Su leading, Zheng Xinyu felt she’d be exactly the kind of person he described—waiting passively for death…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’ll follow you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu’s eyes hardened slightly; her blocking stance now looked more natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1103,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d49090b67e57e4977efa834f8cca7bc99a55f6d34a1e6c09e1dc6af4317f04ed","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-13","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-11",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]