[{"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-585":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},2319823,4536,"Chapter 585: Who Told You to Kill It?","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-585",585,"\u003Cp>The zombie shuffled toward the two of them; Zheng Ziwen led Zhang Su forward, his grip on the riot fork so tight his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su followed behind Zheng Ziwen, who walked forward in a daze; he couldn’t hold back anymore and warned, “The zombies are drawn by the car horn—they haven’t even seen us. Are you seriously planning to just waltz right into them like two idiots?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen suddenly snapped to attention and quickly veered to the side of the zombie’s path, circling in to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This maneuver wasn’t wrong per se—but if this was the best you could do, it was pathetically basic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head. He didn’t believe Ding Yongguo and the others had never taught Zheng Ziwen anything; he suspected this guy was just used to following orders, never internalizing knowledge or common sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were always soldiers like this in a team—those who preferred blind obedience and refused to think for themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t bother lecturing him; practical experience taught better than any words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, if you didn’t make noise, a zombie wouldn’t sense you until you were within twenty to thirty meters—but these enhanced zombies had clearly improved their perception range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the distance between them was still seventy or eighty meters, the four zombies slowed their advance, then stopped entirely, slowly turning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su mused: their long-range detection was weak, but up close, they were sharp—seems their two detection systems relied on different organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Brother Su, something’s wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the zombies turn, Zheng Ziwen froze stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They spotted us. What’s wrong with that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Zhang Su spoken than the four zombies completed their turn and began advancing toward them—faster than before, though still not running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what do we do now? Just charge in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen had never made a decision before—he’d always just followed the team’s orders. Now, being in charge, he was utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First mistake: you didn’t set traps. Second mistake: you didn’t consider cover. So what else are you going to do? Run?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sighed, shaking his head. Ding Yongguo hadn’t exaggerated—this guy really was terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan had learned from the start to set traps first, then lure the zombies. It seemed like a simple step—but some people forgot it the moment they panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aowu! Aao!” “I—I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen had no retort. The zombies ahead had noticed them, raised their arms, and surged forward—combat was imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, where are you? It’s Old Duan—Little Liu and Little Ke—they’re in trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Su stepped forward to meet the zombies, his walkie-talkie crackled to life—the tone was serious, tinged with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t just stand there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t know what was happening at Cuilengxuan, but he couldn’t afford to wait for Zheng Ziwen to lead. He drew his blade and charged the zombies at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enhanced zombies had improved speed, strength, reflexes, and agility. With cover, it’d be manageable—but on open ground, and needing to capture them alive, Zhang Su dared not hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four zombies moved at different speeds; Zhang Su chose a sharp angle and lunged at the fastest one, kicking out when still four or five meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Puff!* “Aaao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie was nowhere near as nimble as Qi Dabin from the Flying Wolf Gang—it didn’t dodge as the foot slammed toward its chest, taking the full hit, its withered body flying backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thud!* Like a billiard ball, the kicked zombie struck the one behind it dead-on, sending both tumbling—and by sheer coincidence, tripping a third zombie as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One kick took out three zombies. Though they’d recover quickly, the window was enough for Zhang Su to finish off the last one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Shhh.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the white mist enhancing his precision, Zhang Su evaded the zombie’s lunge and slashed—his blade cleanly severed one arm. He dropped low, swept his leg, and the zombie collapsed as expected. Without hesitation, he chopped off the other arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To power a generator, you only need two legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enhanced zombies were more agile—normally, rising from the ground wouldn’t be hard. But without arms? Nearly impossible. They could only drag themselves along the ground, their mobility reduced by a hundred percent. “Ahh, kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen stared, stunned by Zhang Su’s clever kick—but when he saw the zombie struggling to rise, he snapped back, roaring as he charged. “Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen leapt high—like a crow boarding a plane—and landed squarely on the zombie, stabbing it repeatedly with *puff-puff* sounds until it was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole thing was crude, ugly. If Zhang Su’s combat was brutal beauty—harmonious strength and motion—Zheng Ziwen’s killing felt like abstract distortion, the stubborn clumsiness of an underdeveloped cerebellum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, big brother, we’re supposed to capture them alive! Who the hell told you to kill it…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stared at the dead zombie, his lips twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to argue. The remaining two had already staggered to their feet. They ignored their fallen comrades, felt no fear—only primal hunger. They raised their arms and charged Zheng Ziwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, this… Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing two zombies rush him, Zheng Ziwen panicked and copied Zhang Su’s move—kicking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t useless—the kicked zombie staggered back a few steps—but it didn’t fly. The other zombie kept closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally remembered his riot fork. “Hey!” He shoved it forward, blocking the charging zombie. Reacting quickly, he pressed the latch—the metal clamps snapped shut with a *click*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aowuuu… Aowuu…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie, pinned by the fork, howled in rage, clawing wildly at the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, haha, Brother Su, I—I succeeded…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Shhh!* Just as Zheng Ziwen turned to grin at Zhang Su, a flash of cold steel sliced past his vision—the blade descended barely twenty to thirty centimeters from his face. *Plop.* One zombie arm flew up in his peripheral vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized then—the zombie he’d kicked away had crept up unseen. He’d been too focused on the one pinned by the fork to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thud!* Zhang Su kicked out—the one-armed zombie stumbled back three, four steps, then toppled over from imbalance. Without pause, Zhang Su rushed forward, slashing again and again, as if the zombie were nothing but a straw dummy. Its legs and arms were severed, its withered body crashing to the ground. Probably never having tasted blood, its blackened, dried tongue lolled out—terrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This zombie was meant for experimentation—its mobility needed further restriction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen gripped the riot fork tightly, stunned by Zhang Su’s fluid movements. He felt utterly inadequate. Feeling the zombie’s frantic struggles, his rage boiled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yaa!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, shoving the fork forward, venting his fury onto the zombie—finally shoving it flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, Xi Ba Ya! Hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the zombie thrash helplessly on the ground, Zheng Ziwen felt immense satisfaction—laughing, cursing, ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked past Zheng Ziwen, giving him a look as if he were an idiot, then raised his blade and severed the zombie’s remaining arms. He released the clamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziwen watched Zhang Su’s effortless motions with envy—he himself stood there with his riot fork like a neighborhood security guard, looking utterly hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at? Go get ropes and sacks—tie these zombies up and bring them back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gave the order, then thought better of it. Remembering his fight with the liquefied gas zombie, he kicked the zombie onto its back and slashed—cleanly severing its lower jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No arms, no jaw—now all major threats were neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, Zhang Su sheathed his blade and immediately pulled out the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello? Old Duan, what’s going on? Tell me everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply came quickly—less tense than before, but still grave: “Brother Zhang, hurry back when you’re done. Little Liu and Little Ke… you’ll understand when you get here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t reply. He put the walkie-talkie away. This frequency was public—Duan Wu clearly had something he couldn’t say openly. Seeing Zheng Ziwen trudging over with ropes and sacks, he snapped: “Hurry up—run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out Zheng Ziwen was decent at manual labor—he quickly bundled up the three zombies. Though their jaws were gone, he still covered their heads with burlap sacks—thorough and safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1365,"2026-06-20T15:15:16.642Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c906d5872e44aede5d68f1c4bae4c3cab911537fe7859eed8beda4aa39bae50c","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-586","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-584",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]