Chapter 521: Give Me Just a Little More Power!

"So aggressive?"

!! The members of the Yanluojuntuan stared at each other; they knew Chen Hanzhou's strength well—he was certainly capable—but to use his body to this degree? Only Zhang Su and Ju Wuying could do it in the entire camp.

The combat power he just displayed shouldn't belong to Chen Hanzhou—that was everyone's most direct impression, unless he'd been hiding his true strength all along.

To anyone unfamiliar with Chen Hanzhou, it was nothing short of astonishing.

Zhang Su had already performed acrobatic killing techniques, his joint and muscle control leaving everyone awestruck; now another emerged. No one doubted it—only marveled at the Yanluojuntuan 's strength.

There was no time for awe; the battlefield shifted in an instant. After being attacked, the black-qi zombie once again swelled its black aura to strike—but this time, it encountered trouble.

Chen Hanzhou seemed to sense something. As he dodged, he focused and waited for the black aura's attack; when the filamentous matter inside the aura flickered, he charged straight into the expanding black veil.

Puff! This time, something changed—a breakthrough occurred.

"Did he succeed?"

Zheng Xinyu gripped Zhang Su's arm tighter, her face lighting up with joy—Chen Hanzhou had found the black-qi zombie's weakness!

"Hmm, his analytical and observational skills are solid."

Zhang Su was distracted; he'd suspected the black aura's weakness might lie in its usage process, but what he truly wanted to know was: what was Chen Hanzhou's ability?

If combat power between people were like towering peaks, low peaks could hardly see the full height of the high ones—but a high peak looking down on smaller hills could see them clearly.

Like Zhang Su seeing Chen Hanzhou: with his ability, he could fully analyze Chen Hanzhou's strengths and flaws, and had often corrected and guided him.

But just now, that offense and defense was razor-sharp.

To the untrained, it looked like one advance and one retreat—but precisely within that advance and retreat lay mastery of muscle, joint, and force: four words, perfected to the extreme.

Not only was the technique perfected, it required a formidable body to support it. Zhang Su himself could do it, but he knew no third person in the camp could replicate that movement.

Right now, he was locking eyes with the second person who could.

Ju Wuying gave him a "see?" look—as if confirming her earlier suspicion.

A companion growing stronger should be cause for joy—but if that power came from a threat, or if gaining it turned them into an enemy, then things were different.

In battle, Chen Hanzhou's probe succeeded: the rebar pierced the black aura. He didn't stop there—he exploded upward like a falcon diving, thrusting at breakneck speed over a short distance, his rebar aimed straight at the black-qi zombie's skull, embodying speed, precision, and ferocity.

Under the light, his shadow surged forward like thunder. Spectators clenched their fists, waiting for the killing blow, ready to cheer the hero.

Huuuuh… Boom!

But reality made every heart jolt: the black-qi zombie raised its arm and slapped the rebar. The black aura shrank like a leaking balloon—Chen Hanzhou's arm had already penetrated it, but as the aura's edge retracted to the rebar, an inexplicable force erupted from within, blasting Chen Hanzhou backward farther than before…

Thud… Roll…

The force was too great, and the attack too sudden; he couldn't adjust midair. Only upon landing could he begin to mitigate the damage. After several rolls, he finally stabilized—this time, not as easily as before. Blood dripped from his nostrils; his injured arm throbbed numb. His weapon lay beside him. Just like a star on stage, the spotlight kept trailing Chen Hanzhou—his figure remained crystal clear, even in this disgrace, every detail visible to all. No one mocked him; everyone held their breath for him.

"Keep going…"

"Big Brother Yang Guo, don't fall!"

Many were cheering Chen Hanzhou on.

Feeling countless eyes upon him, Chen Hanzhou rolled over and stood up. Watching the staggering zombie approach, he rolled, snatched up the fallen rebar, and muttered low: "Not enough power… Hey, don't be so stingy, huh?"

No one noticed—after he spoke, a faint crimson glow flickered in his eyes, extremely subtle; even face-to-face conversation would make it nearly impossible to detect…

Zhang Su didn't notice it either—but he heard Chen Hanzhou's strange muttering! Who was he asking for power? Was there another presence inside him?!

This was too eerie. It unsettled him. He decided to investigate this—sooner rather than later. "Brother Su, should we let Chen Hanzhou keep going? He's struggling."

Zheng Xinyu watched with concern. They'd already found the black-qi zombie's weakness—why not all attack together? Guns, cold weapons, just kill it outright. If all else fails, lure it farther and smear some Shengtian Original Slurry on its weird black aura—BOOM!

Without that strange muttering, Zhang Su would've joined in immediately. But now he hesitated—he wanted to see what Chen Hanzhou would do next. "I think Xiao Chen still has potential. Don't rush."

He raised his palm, signaling Zheng Xinyu that everything was under control. He'd already prepared to act at any moment, mentally rehearsing contingency plans for what might come next.

Acting wasn't necessarily to help Chen Hanzhou—if he truly borrowed power from some strange entity, Zhang Su needed to ensure the black-qi zombie wasn't "eaten" by him. After all, he'd made it very clear before: he'd been coveting something inside the black-qi zombie's brain. Thud.

Under the lights, Chen Hanzhou attacked again. His footstrike was brutal—each step thudded heavily. Only the quality of his boots saved them; otherwise, the soles would've flown off. His whole body shot forward like an arrow, striking the black aura.

The ferocity made Lu Yubo's face twitch. As a former rival, he didn't wish to see Chen Hanzhou surpass him—but the truth was undeniable, leaving him slightly defeated. He resolved to work harder after returning.

Chen Hanzhou repeated his tactic: feint, dodge. When the filamentous matter inside the black aura flickered, he drew a deep breath.

"Now!"

His blood surged through his veins faster than peak capacity; his muscles exploded to their limit. Veins bulged on his forehead and neck like beams piercing darkness—he plunged straight into the black aura.

"Success!"

Chen Hanzhou shouted inwardly. Though he felt increased resistance inside the aura, his forward momentum didn't waver.

"Finally got it…"

"F***, die already."

"Great!"

Just as everyone believed Chen Hanzhou would cleanly kill the black-qi zombie, they all completely forgot one thing: the black-qi zombie's attacks weren't limited to its black aura—its arms weren't for show! (End of chapter)