Chapter 464: The Smaller the Space, the Greater the Space!

"I've always said these four are worthless trash—should've just cut them down outright, hmph..."

Wu Baokang rolled his eyes, silently annoyed: You, Lord of the Underworld, beat the hell out of me yesterday, and now you're being so polite? Did someone possess you?

Zhang Su didn't respond immediately; he knew exactly what the four were plotting. He stayed silent because he was listening to the surrounding murmurs. He raised a hand to silence the crowd—this chance to establish authority was handed to him; he wouldn't let it go to waste!

"I know what you're thinking—you're betting your four lives that none of us can fight ten at once, hoping to escape punishment by default. I'll admit, your plan's clever—but unfortunately, you're about to be disappointed."

Without giving the quiet crowd time to think, Zhang Su turned to Lu Yu, Bo, and others: "Prepare the arena. Today, I'll make these bastards submit!"

"No, Brother Su, why us? They stole the stuff—why should we send people to fight ten? That's not fair!"

Lu Yu Bo immediately panicked. With a weapon, he was formidable; against two or three zombies unarmed, he could barely manage—ten? That was death. Even as Zhang Su's biggest fan, he didn't believe he could pull it off.

"Mr. Zhang, shouldn't we reconsider this?"

Yu Wen knew exactly what Zhang Su was thinking—so many eyes on Tianma Isle, perfect for establishing authority—but what about personal safety?

"Come on, Lu brother, Xiao Liu, Xiao Wu—hurry, help me set up the arena!"

Zhao Dezhu saw Zhang Su's icy gaze and understood instantly—no one could stop this. Those four bastards were dead today.

The four instigators were still stunned. According to their script, the other side should've dodged and backed down—how did they just… agree?

They knew the Yanluo Corps were strong—they'd seen them fight the horde before—but add the bare-handed condition, and it was like deleting a character's gear in an online game—suddenly turning a hero into a five-strength zero.

Plus, their movement was restricted—no kiting allowed. How were they supposed to fight? For a moment, their curiosity outweighed their fear of death.

"You four idiots are truly stupid… Lao Cai, I feel sorry for you."

Zhang Xin shook his head repeatedly, patted Cai Zhichao on the shoulder, and walked away to see if he could help with the arena setup.

"They can't do it, right?"

Wang Yu, the one who first proposed the bet, asked his companions nervously.

"They'll definitely try something—then we'll expose them!"

The thin man nodded in agreement. The other two nervously rubbed their hands, unsure how to respond.

Cai Zhichao's face darkened like a storm cloud. He glared at the four with complex emotions—good advice can't save a man doomed to die—and walked off too.

Soon, the news spread across Tianma Isle: someone was going to fight ten.

Zheng Xinyu, happily busy in the kitchen, nearly dropped her jaw. Isn't the stew delicious? Why can't they just eat quietly? Why stir up so much trouble?

Back at camp, Ju Wuying took Yi Xiaoling to a quiet mountain stream for drinks—though only she drank; Yi Xiaoling refused. They leaned against each other as Ju Wuying recounted past events, turning thrilling, dangerous scenes into calm, mundane stories.

Suddenly hearing about the "fight ten" incident, Ju Wuying packed up her flask and called to Yi Xiaoling to head back—she felt she had a role to play.

Even Fu Weijun and Xie Yanshan, recording experiments in Cuileng Pavilion, heard the news. They exchanged glances—such a spectacle, even they couldn't resist going to watch.

With many hands making light work, Li Zongkai, Liu Yao, Yang Xin, and others didn't wait to watch—they jumped in to help. In under twenty minutes, an arena of cars appeared in the parking lot.

Eight vehicles were used, forming a roughly eight-meter square space—barely eighty square meters, less than half a standard badminton court!

This was Zhang Su's standard: the smaller the space, the greater the difficulty; the greater the difficulty, the higher the cost of error; the higher the cost of error, the greater the potential for the camp's improvement. So: the smaller the space, the greater the space! Among the cars was the Da Jinbei, which Duan Wuhu had used to escape the Survivor Alliance—now its two sliding doors were open, the second-row seats removed to serve as the arena's entrance.

Aowu aowu.

Nearby, ten zombies were restrained by riot forks. Mindless, they didn't understand what was happening—only the thick scent of blood made them ecstatic, their arms frantically clawing at the air. The long handles of the forks kept them from reaching anything. No one spoke. Only the zombies' aowu aowu and the clanking of the zombie-powered generator broke the silence.

"Brother Su, let me go—I can do it!"

The core members of Tianma Isle gathered to choose a fighter. Chen Hanzhou spoke first, lifting his mechanical prosthetic.

"You think that's not a weapon? Don't be ridiculous!"

Zhang Su tapped Chen Hanzhou's prosthetic twice—dong dong. He knew what Chen was thinking: relying on his self-healing to fight zombies. Yes, he could heal—but no one knew if being bitten again would turn him!

"Brother Su… Lanlan, don't hold me back."

"No, I didn't—I'm just scared… It's my fault for bringing this up. I caused trouble."

Lu Yu Bo was about to speak when Mo Qianlan nervously tugged his sleeve.

"Brother Su, Lanlan didn't expect things to turn out like this—let me go. I'm strong!"

Zhao Dezhu clenched his fists, turned his head, and glared darkly at the four thieves as he spoke: "The space is too small—requires clever tactics. Uncle, I'm good at this."

Pang Dankun sat awkwardly with his butt stuck in a car window, daydreaming about Su Xiaoya's admiring gaze after he completed the feat—never once considering the consequence of failure: death.

Pang Dankun sat slumped with his buttocks stuck in a car window, looking unseemly, fantasizing about Su Xiaoya's admiring gaze after he accomplished the feat of defeating ten men, never once considering that failure meant death.

Ju Wuying tapped Zhang Su's arm, pointed her thumb at herself, and said nothing—her meaning was clear: don't forget your former master.

Good Luck fully understood what they were discussing. He wagged his tail, nudged Zhang Su's leg, barked twice, then dug his thick front paws into the ground—leaving several white scratches on the cement.

"First, Lanlan—you did right to expose this. But remember: next time, only report wrongdoing when someone in authority is present. Otherwise, prioritize your own safety. This isn't civilized society anymore."

Zhang Su gave Mo Qianlan a reassuring look, then turned to the volunteers, bent down, and patted Good Luck's head with a faint smile: "Today, none of you are arguing with me—only I can complete this task legitimately. Understand?"

Zhang Su gave Mo Qianlan a nod of approval, then turned to the brothers who had volunteered, bent down to pat Haoyun's head, and smiled slightly: "Today, none of you argue with me—only I can do this with proper justification, understood?"

"Legitimately? Hmm…"

"So many eyes are watching—this is the perfect moment to establish authority. Let's just observe quietly," Yu Wen adjusted his glasses, calming the fervent excitement.

Zheng Xinyu frowned as she took weapon after weapon from Zhang Su, annoyed: "You absolutely can't let those bastards off easy. They caused all this trouble—I'm starving, waiting for meat! Finish it fast!"

"Does only Xin Yu believe in me?" Zhang Su looked at the crowd with a half-smile.

"Of course not—I just thought you couldn't fight yourself…"

"Exactly! Big brother, if you're going to fight, why would I even argue? Honestly, I'm scared—haha…"

"That's right, big brother—if you're stepping in, I've got no reason to fight for it. Honestly, I'm scared shitless, heh…"

"Wang wang!"

When everyone heard Zhang Su would fight—and must fight—they all sighed in relief.

When the others heard Zhang Su would act—and must act—they all breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of Chapter)