[{"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-611":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},2319849,4536,"Chapter 611: Chickens Flying, Dogs Jumping!","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-611",611,"\u003Cp>On Tianma Yu, beside the parking lot of Wangshan Guesthouse, a scaffold had been erected to form a shed, beneath which were placed anvil, furnace, and other common blacksmith tools; Ding Yong had personally arranged each item he had collected from nearby villages, and the blacksmith shop was about to begin operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That morning, after Zhang Su woke up, he got out of bed and walked with a rigid, habitual pace to the window, opened it, and peered through the frame, saying in a low voice: “The clouds still haven’t moved—this weather is fucking weird.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overcast skies aren’t scary; what’s terrifying is precipitation. The sky had been overcast all day, as if snow might fall at any moment, constantly pressing an unknown weight upon them, souring everyone’s mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not moving is good—it proves the world’s tide is stabilizing, no one can stir up storms, hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu tucked the blanket tighter, patted it, and comforted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That explanation of yours is brilliant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su turned around, picked up the sunglasses on the nightstand, and put them on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanyi placed his clothes on the bed and sighed softly: “Stable tides are good, but when even the clouds won’t move, it feels like the Earth is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Earth is dead…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This metaphor tightened the hearts of Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu—they both knew planets had lifespans; if they had lifespans, they could be seen as living beings, with the movement of the core like a human heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>External manifestations included earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes—when these phenomena ceased, it meant the planet’s lifespan had reached its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bah, bah, bah—what’s dead or alive, as long as we’re alive, let’s go eat breakfast, we’ve got a whole pocketful of work to do today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt the atmosphere was suffocating; he switched to a cheerful mood, took off his glasses, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Su said, there was too much work at the camp—there was no such thing as “finished”; as long as you had energy, there was always more to do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu, go notify all combat personnel: this afternoon at 1:30, gather at the wasteland outside Village One, prepare for team division—have them train hard during the morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally starting this? Great! They’ve been asking me every day—I’m sick of their ears!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen smiled warmly upon hearing Zhang Su’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat personnel disliked aimless freedom—it made them lazy and complacent. Few were self-disciplined, but they didn’t mind external discipline, so they longed to begin structured training, preferably with the King of Hell watching over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the King of Hell had said nothing; even the integration of combat personnel seemed forgotten. Between missions, they trained individually, scattered and disorganized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we’re holding a big troop selection this afternoon, let’s give them something interesting to do this morning—everyone knows the high-speed train on the railway bridge? Today we clear it out, then assign people to retrieve usable parts—Full deployment of the Yama Legion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, “full deployment” meant leaving two or three at key posts, but those left behind were the weakest in combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Really? Haha, awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go! Boss Su is awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yama Legion erupted in cheers; since Zhang Su returned from Qincheng, he hadn’t led any external missions, nor had the second-strongest fighter, Ju Wuying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their combat power led the camp by a cliffside margin, yet they never left—just trained hard inside camp like cool kids. Everyone wanted to see their battles, but no chance ever came. Now, hearing they’d clear the high-speed train, everyone knew it meant fighting zombies—finally, they’d see the King of Hell in action, and anticipation soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying stood among the crowd, her expression slightly downcast as she touched the weapon at her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su quickly noticed her gesture; Ding Yong’s blacksmith shop was gradually complete and could now forge tachi blades—he just hadn’t mentioned it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gokokoko!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a shrill rooster’s cry came from Cuilengxuan, making everyone in the parking lot turn their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flying chicken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, the battle hen of hens!” the crowd exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common old hen spread its wings like an eagle, fluffed the feathers on its neck, spiraled rapidly through the air, squawking and flapping, stirring up gusts of wind that whipped dust from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, someone help! Catch that chicken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could understand what was happening, a figure covered their face and ran out of Cuilengxuan, screaming wildly—blood seemed to seep from between their fingers…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su understood instantly: “Old Tan, shoot that chicken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Hua didn’t hesitate—he raised his rifle and fired: tap-tap, tap, tap-tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even Tan Hua’s legendary marksmanship couldn’t hit the target—no way, the chicken flew too fast, with no pattern, like a headless fly, impossible to predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, Old Tan, stop!” Zhang Su suddenly shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a golden whirlwind shot out from the vegetable shed, hurtling toward the hen at incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone strained to follow the blur—too fast to see—until they finally made it out: its jaws had already clamped onto the chicken’s neck, then both landed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one bite, the frantic hen let out two “gak-gak” sounds, flapped its wings a few times, dropped a pile of shit, and died instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I fucking….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many silently muttered curses. Good Luck, the corgi, hadn’t shown his true power in ages—this sudden display shocked everyone. Some had no idea of his real strength; they’d often seen him strolling through fields and hills, most commonly near the kitchen, arriving more punctually than the cook, assuming he was just the King of Hell’s cute mascot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been hiding his strength all along!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That speed left everyone stunned—it was like a golden lightning bolt striking the erratic hen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great scientists once told us speed is relative: the hen’s flight seemed blazing fast to human eyes, but to Good Luck, it was slowed down many times over—easily caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, one thing was clear: under surprise conditions, Good Luck could ambush anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su and Ju Wuying both felt a chill—they exchanged glances, silently asking: Could your reflexes defend against his attack? No answer—unless you tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, Sister Ju, this dog—this little dog is too powerful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Haotian felt a cold shiver run down his spine—he remembered yesterday teasing the dog. If the dog disliked him, what would happen? Suddenly, calling it “dog” felt disrespectful—he switched to “little dog,” which sounded cuter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ju Wuying glanced at Zhou Haotian coolly, her voice as calm as still water: “If you don’t train harder, you won’t even catch up to one of its legs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” Zhou Haotian was left speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good Luck’s strength was undeniable—henceforth, the camp gained another being no one dared provoke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, let go, let go, don’t kill it—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yan, his face injured, ran toward the chicken, shouting and jumping, his tone full of urgency and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, what the hell are they doing to this chicken? I’ll go ask!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had a rough idea what the chicken had eaten, but in front of everyone, he couldn’t say it outright—he pushed through the crowd and sprinted toward Xie Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1191,"2026-06-20T15:15:17.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a4379251eb538e99d30df1d0fa8914551112f6d59e6192277caefb30712a3b30","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-612","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-610",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]