[{"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-566":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},2319804,4536,"Chapter 566: Still as a Mountain, Strike to Kill!","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-566",566,"\u003Cp>“Old Uncle, this—this—this Boss Zhang, has he always been this impulsive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen stood beside the old blacksmith Ding Yong, his face filled with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He not only imagined Zhang Su losing, but absurdly put himself in the scenario—thinking of how he’d be humiliated in front of so many people, his heart racing with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impulsive? Hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yong clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and said to Zheng Ziwen beside him: “Ziwen, you doubted Boss Zhang’s combat strength, didn’t you? You’ll get your answer soon—watch closely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he didn’t know exactly how strong Zhang Su was, but from years of dealing with him, he knew Zhang Su’s nature—he was never the type to put himself in danger, far too shrewd! The people of Daqiao Fortress stared blankly; those who had known Zhang Su thought, back when they worked with the Qinglong Corps, he wasn’t this reckless—he had always been measured. How could he change so drastically in just a few dozen days? Had he been possessed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Guangfa, hearing Zhang Su’s words, couldn’t help turning around, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. This man was either impossibly strong or hopelessly stupid—could someone leading hundreds really be the latter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His combat strength ranked among the top two in the Flying Wolf Gang, but a one-vs-nine scenario? He couldn’t even imagine it—eighteen fists, eighteen legs! Unpredictable, unfathomable, incomprehensible! When Qiu Dabing and the others heard Zhang Su’s words, they froze, exchanging glances among themselves, most eventually breaking into strange grins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there such a thing in this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing’s heart surged with wild joy—he never expected to meet someone so reckless they’d gamble everything for face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the nine, even the two women in their forties were strong enough to carry dozens of pounds of firewood without gasping, their broad backs and muscular frames heavier than most men, let alone the other male members—maybe not bright, but none were weak in a fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t the Flying Wolf Gang have any members with mediocre or zero combat ability? Of course they did—but those people had been left behind forever in Dahu Town…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones left now? None could beat Old Lame Xie Guangfa in a one-on-one, but if three of them attacked together—or at most four—they could pin him down and beat him to death! One against nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does he really think he’s a god?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinyu, catch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su tossed his rifle to Zheng Xinyu, then unfastened his tactical belt while looking calmly at Qiu Dabing: “Scared stiff?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah…” Qiu Dabing forced his lips down, took a deep breath, and puffed out his chest: “Boss Zhang’s mercy—we thank you for giving us brothers a chance to reform. We’ll cherish it. Are there any other rules or restrictions?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Restrictions…” Zhang Su handed the belt with the stuck weapon to Zheng Xinyu, thinking: “Only one rule: either you die, or I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing and the others twitched involuntarily, throats tightening as they swallowed saliva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it have to be to the death? You won’t even leave us room to breathe—don’t you plan to leave yourself an escape route?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing ventured cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, heh, heh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su began loosening his body, just like the warm-ups in school PE class—first chest expansion, then stretching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rotated his neck, then his shoulders, and as he twisted his waist, replied to Qiu Dabing: “Let me leave an escape route? You really think you can win? Look over there at those graves—soon, nine more will appear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more words—let’s begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing thought this guy had gone completely mad, babbling nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu, Yanluowang’s state seems off…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yao leaned toward Yu Wen, puzzled: “I haven’t known Zhang Su long, but I’ve never seen him this arrogant—has he been provoked?” Yu Wen shook his head strangely—he had no idea if it was right or wrong; his mind was spinning, calculating how to handle things after Zhang Su won or lost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhang Su won, fine—but if he showed signs of losing, they couldn’t just stand by. If they intervened to save him, how would they explain it? So hard! “Damn, someone’s eager to die? How amusing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had no clue about Yu Wen’s dilemma; he laughed as he rotated his ankles, casually saying: “After I warm up, I’ll give you time to say your last words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strangeness in the crowd grew stronger—wasn’t this the kind of line reserved for villains?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People along the highway had heard of the duel—it was a massive spectacle. The moment the first person jumped off the road, countless others followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! What are you doing? Stand guard! You there—after Old Yang’s crew worked their asses off, it’s your turn now—hurry, take position on the other side of the convoy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu saw the situation and immediately shouted orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d just wiped out over a dozen wandering zombies—no room for complacency. These zombies were no joke; if caught off guard, they could kill or wound survivors before anyone could strike them down. The ones assigned to guard duty were former members of the Little Eagle Society—faces full of reluctance, but they dared not disobey, trudging off gloomily, more defeated than after a lost battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh… huh… huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, shadows of several vehicles appeared at the foot of Tianmayu Mountain—people coming down to watch the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had been waiting for the people from the mountain to arrive; seeing everyone gathered, he said: “If there’s a show, let everyone watch. Since everyone’s here, let’s begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena setup was simple—plenty of hands, eager fighters, and under orders they swiftly formed a circle, not very large, about ten meters in diameter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood alone on half the circle; opposite him, the nine from the Flying Wolf Gang had been searched inside and out—not a single hidden weapon, not even a lighter tucked in a sock had escaped detection. The most absurd case? One woman had strapped a metal survival whistle to her body with a cord made of bitter tea seeds—didn’t it hurt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primitive duel—no weapons allowed—full of primal, violent beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighty square meters of space, ten people standing inside—barely cramped, but if they were to fight to the death, there’d be no room to swing freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinyu, Boss Zhang—he—he…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanyi couldn’t help descending from the mountain; seeing Zhang Su actually standing in the ring, ready to face nine opponents, she gripped Zheng Xinyu’s hand tightly, trembling with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I stop him from doing what he wants? Come on, don’t be so tense—he wouldn’t do this unless he was sure!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right, relax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two leaders’ wives whispered quietly when suddenly a voice floated from behind, startling them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned—and saw Ju Wuying…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ring, Qiu Dabing glanced around, squinted, and said: “Boss Zhang, are you truly determined to settle this by life or death? As long as you haven’t moved, you can still change your mind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrong…” Zhang Su looked surprised: “I set the rules—do you need to remind me? Bozi, come announce the start!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo heard his name called, his heart leapt—he’d never done anything in front of so many people before, his mental resilience inadequate, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s temple twitched—he cursed himself for being foolish, why call Lu Yubo in a situation like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen carried himself with great authority; hearing Zhang Su’s call, he straightened his chest, lifted his head, stepped forward, walked to the center of the ring, glanced left and right, then pointed at Qiu Dabing and the others: “Brothers! The Flying Wolf Gang repaid kindness with betrayal, plotting against Tianmayu! Their crimes exposed—now they face the judgment of Yanluowang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yanluowang! Yanluowang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had declared them guilty, but no one truly believed they were being punished—Yu Wen’s words instantly ignited everyone’s fury; the crowd roared, fists raised in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wave of shouting didn’t care whether it scared the Flying Wolf Gang—it startled the guards on the other side of the convoy first. They jumped, thinking: You bastards are having fun at our expense, aren’t you? So when zombies come, we’re the first ones they’ll bite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t let the shouting continue—he raised his fist high, and as his voice fell, the echoes crashed against the mountains, lingering across the open field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu, hurry up—the brothers are tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s arms hung at his sides, his mental state sharpened to peak readiness. For this fight, he even activated a backup energy slot—after all, he was on his own turf; if zombies came, his brothers would handle them. Just fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judgment—begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen no longer hesitated—he raised one arm high, then slashed it down sharply, stepping back gracefully. He wasn’t afraid—he was certain this duel wouldn’t erupt instantly, giving him ample time to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yu Wen predicted, by the time he stepped back to the edge of the circle, neither side had moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six to seven hundred people gathered in the open field—yet an eerie silence fell. The sky darkened, no wind stirred—the entire scene froze like a paused frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commonly called, “buffering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At moments like this, you needed a dove to flap its wings, a leaf to drift down, a breeze to brush past, snowflakes to land…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of eyes stared—temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Qiu Dabing and the eight others breathed heavily, all bearing the crushing pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Life or death—this is it, brothers! Zhang Su is just a paper tiger—Flying Wolf Gang will win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing suddenly roared, boosting his own courage and rallying his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill! Kill!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the cry ended, Qiu Dabing didn’t charge immediately—but Da Niu could no longer bear the pressure. He stomped forward, sprinting straight at Zhang Su like a living battering ram, his two-hundred-pound frame a meat cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right behind him, the other eight shouted and charged too—after all, wild punches kill even the master—how could nine pairs of fists and feet fail to kill one man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life-or-death battle, the Flying Wolf Gang’s momentum was terrifying. Zhang Su watched the nine charging toward him, his mind racing, weighing, simulating—even now, after growing so strong, he dared not underestimate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those words before were just for show—he was more cautious than ever, even more focused than when he first faced the big brute! In the blink of an eye, from Da Niu’s charge to entering the mist-covered zone—just one second—Zhang Su’s eyes flashed with sharp light, his work boots’ thick soles cracking with a sharp squeak, visibly deforming. External strength hadn’t moved yet—internal force had already struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To onlookers, Zhang Su hadn’t moved at all. Many held their breath for him—they’d only seen one-vs-nine scenes in movies, where it was all fake: some always hung back, and only one or two ever actually fought…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what real combat looked like—they waited to see! Boom! Zhang Su finally moved—just as Da Niu reached two meters away, his right leg exploded with power, leaving a crater of dust where he stood—he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! A dark shadow spun through the air like a tornado, gathering violent force, then transformed into a sideways kick—kinetic energy channeled through the hardened boot sole slammed into Da Niu’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not moving—then, when moving, kill without mercy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the ring, Liu Yao’s face darkened as Zhang Su attacked; painful memories surged—he’d felt the power of Zhang Su’s kick before, but that was just a normal one—no sprint, no aerial spin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t imagine the force of this kick—and a strange urge rose in him to test it himself—but he quickly crushed that self-destructive thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Baokang, an elite mercenary with superb hand-to-hand skills, watched Zhang Su’s move and was utterly baffled—spin? Kick? Spinning kick? Why did this twisted motion—this spinning side kick—flow so smoothly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon understood: it wasn’t the technique that made it smooth—it was the man. When core strength reached a certain level, bodily control improved, allowing for more advanced techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most just watched the spectacle—seeing Zhang Su’s elegant aerial spin, they all gasped “Ooh!” and widened their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Crack! Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh! Puh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Niu might be slow-witted, but that was mental—he wasn’t slow in combat. He’d blocked Xie Guangfa’s sudden attacks before, and he could do it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, as he charged toward Zhang Su, he’d been ready to defend and counter at all times—when he saw Zhang Su’s foot push off, his brain instantly ordered his arms up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—in the face of absolute power, blocking did nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms crossed over his chest, and the instant his forearms met Zhang Su’s boot, Da Niu felt something strange—his powerful arms had lost all strength. No matter how hard he strained, biceps or triceps alike, they all shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t stop the elbow folding—split-second, his arms were crushed against his chest, and several bones snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two-hundred-pound Da Niu, hit by the spinning side kick, his chest seized—he flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth, eyes bulging in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, using the recoil, also flew backward—but his motion was far more graceful: he spun three hundred sixty degrees in midair, then landed on both feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in motion, he assessed the fight: if Da Niu had just stood still and taken the kick, the damage wouldn’t have been this terrible! Force acts reciprocally—when Zhang Su pushed into Da Niu, Da Niu was still charging forward—like two cars colliding head-on, it’d be catastrophic. But if Da Niu had stopped and retreated the instant Zhang Su attacked, it’d be like a rear-end crash—far less damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—he couldn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Dabing, charging right behind Da Niu, was stunned by the sudden turn—he saw a black shadow hurtling straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined Da Niu couldn’t even take one blow from Zhang Su—he’d planned to use Da Niu as a distraction, then strike from the side to secure victory. What the hell just happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puh… puhzii…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few men charging from behind hastily dodged as Da Niu flew five or six meters before crashing to the ground, still unable to stop—rolling and colliding, leaving a bloody trail as he finally tumbled into the gap cleared by the onlookers, his path littered with blood, a pitiful sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he was kicked to where he finally stopped, it was a full ten meters! Fortunately, it was the rough soil of the fallow field, with high friction—if it had been a smooth floor, he would have slid another ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Guangfa stood among those stepping back; his face was grim as he watched Da Niu curled on the ground, coughing blood. He prided himself on being a leg expert—he knew better than anyone the true weight of that kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a level he could never reach—it was no longer merely a matter of leg muscle strength!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A master—this was an ultimate master! Da Niu had been crippled by a single kick: his arm bones shattered, ribs broken and puncturing his internal organs, grievously wounded. His face bore a look of horror; he breathed more out than in, beyond saving—unless a zombie’s thalamus were immediately implanted, but that was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Da Niu launched into the air, the scene seemed to freeze. The others turned their heads, saw his horrific state, and the sheer power of that single kick shattered their courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2566,"2026-06-20T15:15:16.642Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9b26368e2773c0f8aa88281a72824e6db066dd8c2e4577126d936c9ae754479a","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-567","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-565",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]