Chapter 465: The strong fear nothing

"Old Yu is right, you guys just be the audience. Remember to applaud."

Zhang Su nodded at his companions with a relaxed face, took off his coat, put on gloves, and walked to the front of the crowd.

The crowd, who had been whispering, stopped talking when they saw Zhang Su walking over lightly. However, there was not much surprise in their eyes; many had guessed that he would handle this matter personally. Perhaps...

Only he could do it. Everyone still wanted to witness it with their own eyes.

"I admit that Tianma Island's punishment measures are too monotonous. Not every mistake can be punished in this way. It will be gradually improved in the days to come, but until there is a new version, this is our plan!"

Zhang Su said loudly, then waved to the people controlling the zombies: "Throw the zombies in."

Ten zombies were pushed into the gladiatorial arena one after another from the van door. The relaxed expressions on the faces of the people around gradually became heavy. They hadn't felt it so strongly before, but as the venue was gradually completed, it was easier for everyone to put themselves in the role. Imagining themselves facing these zombies, they immediately felt immense psychological pressure.

Thinking again that they couldn't even carry weapons, some people even started to sweat on their backs. It turned out that the weapons in their hands had given them so much sense of security. Many people couldn't help but touch the weapons hanging on their bodies.

Awoo-ah-awoo, bang-bang, bang-bang...

Zombie after zombie circled inside the arena, slapping the cars used as walls, making a rhythm-less, annoying sound, like a death knell beating in their hearts.

Clang...

One big zombie brother was particularly good at picking spots; with one slap, he shattered the car window.

"Sniff, sniff..."

Zhang Su looked up at the sky and sniffed, laughing: "The stewed meat is so fragrant. No more wasting time, start!"

"Ya... Yama King, actually, really, there's no need for this. How about I... I'll just cut off my hand instead!"

A man who had stolen things saw Zhang Su looking so light and confident, and he couldn't bear the pressure. His legs trembled as he cupped his hands to beg for mercy.

Zhang Su, who was walking toward the arena, didn't even stop his pace. He glanced at the four of them lightly. Now, the four guys had been completely isolated to the side, as if their death sentences had been announced in advance.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Li Zongkai saw Zhang Su walk in front of him and couldn't help but shout, but he didn't say anything else, just used his eyes to remind him to be careful.

Zhang Su responded to Li Zongkai with a smile, then his gaze swept over Liu Yao and Yang Xin. He didn't convey any special meaning; it was very ordinary.

"It's so cold, and I have to get my clothes dirty... Heh!"

Muttering complaints to himself, he walked to the side of the van. He didn't bend down to crawl into the carriage; a master's entrance must never be that pathetic.

He climbed onto the roof of the car with one arm, stepped on the edge of the carriage, leaped lightly onto the roof, and then stepped forward, completely disregarding the obstruction of a car.

The scene of him lightly climbing onto the roof with one arm left everyone stunned. Every part of his body contained powerful strength, and he could skillfully control and use it. The ability revealed inadvertently was awe-inspiring.

Easy, too easy, lifting weight as if it were light!

Someone subconsciously imitated Zhang Su's movements and felt it was inconceivable.

Ju Wuying stood in the crowd and curled her lips, because she had clearly felt Zhang Su's Qi expand just now, like a small universe exploding. It seemed he intended to show off his strength properly.

The four-man group of thieves looked at each other, their tongues bitter and their hearts panicked. The stronger the opponent, the closer they were to death. What were they to do...

Whoosh.

Zhang Su acted as if he hadn't noticed that he would step into thin air in front of him. He took a step, and his body smashed toward the ground like a free fall.

No, not the ground!

Thud!!

With one step down, the head of a zombie that was preparing to attack Zhang Su took the kick solidly.

Pfft...

The zombie fell to the ground; one could even hear the sound of teeth hitting the concrete floor, which gave people goosebumps.

Zhang Su, who had been strolling leisurely when he stepped down from the van, was no longer as calm as before. He saw his knees pulled high, and he stepped down again. Then came the sound of *crack, squelch*.

The hard soles of his boots crushed the zombie's skull, and the zombie, struggling on the ground, stopped twitching.

Wang Yu, who had made a poisonous vow, twitched with a distorted face. He felt that Zhang Su's kick hadn't just crushed the zombie's skull, but also his own fragile heart. Awoo-awoo.

The other nine zombies had no thoughts and feared nothing. They instinctively rushed toward the blood and flesh. When Zhang Su attacked the first zombie, they had already started moving toward him. And whether it was because the fire-breathing zombie was not far away, causing the ambient temperature to rise slightly, their speed was not slow!

"Nothing will happen, right..."

Fu Weijun, as a bystander, was the first to notice this phenomenon, but he was only secretly anxious in his heart and didn't tell anyone.

Indeed, there was no need to mention it. With the help of the white mist, even facing nine zombies, Zhang Su didn't feel much strain. He treated it as a training session full of danger, concentrating on studying the movement trajectories of the zombies so that he could seize the initiative!

Of course, this was also due to his own powerful physical fitness, because even if he could perceive the opponent's movements in the first instance, he needed the corresponding reaction and muscle strength to dodge or attack.

To give an extreme example, if Fu Weijun were in the arena, even if he could predict the behavior of all the zombies for the next five seconds, it would be useless, because he didn't have the ability to deal with it!

The figure moved and shifted in the gladiatorial arena. The zombies' attacks at most touched Zhang Su's clothes and pants; let alone causing substantial damage, they couldn't even land a basic strike! It was just that Zhang Su's attire wasn't bright enough, and the zombies were even less so; otherwise, it would have been a beautiful picture of a butterfly among flowers.

Thud, thud, pfft...

Finally, Zhang Su began to launch attacks. The zombies were kicked flying one by one, hitting the car bodies with a *clatter-clatter-clatter* sound, and then falling to the ground.

Their speed and flexibility had recovered to a certain extent, but it still took some time to go from falling to getting up.

Seeing that there was no immediate danger, Zhang Su walked to where the first zombie had fallen, bent down, pulled out a sharp bone spike that had pierced the scalp, showed it to the surroundings, and said: "By logic, weapons obtained from the arena can be used, but I'm adding some difficulty for myself. I won't use this thing either!"

Having said that, Zhang Su threw the sharp bone spike away casually.

Slap-slap, slap.

Seemingly casual, the forest-white bone fragment with dark green mucus landed accurately in front of the four thieves, scaring them into stepping back in unison. They wished they could turn around and run, but unfortunately, there were many people surrounding them, seemingly just to block their retreat.

Wu Baokang saw Zhang Su's actions and couldn't help but twitch his lips. Using whatever was at hand as a weapon was his specialty, but the other side disdained it. *Damn, what a show-off... *

Inside the arena, Zhang Su thought to himself: *The showing off is done; it's time to fulfill the promise to Zheng Xin to finish the fight quickly. *

This time he was serious, stepping forward with unstoppable force!

Technique and strength were equally important. The zombies seemed to have become lambs waiting to be slaughtered, while Zhang Su was a tiger pouncing into the flock. Every elbow strike, every front kick, every downward stomp, accompanied by the sound of *crack-squelch*, the wild movements were shocking, and the astonishing power erupting from his body was even more terrifying! The bone strength of ordinary zombies simply couldn't defend against it; zombie after zombie fell before absolute strength.

Bang! A zombie's eye socket took a heavy blow from Zhang Su's iron fist. Its face collapsed instantly, and then it hit the car door. What greeted it upon rebounding was a roundhouse kick.

Bang... whoosh-whoosh.

The zombie, which weighed about eighty or a hundred catties, spun in the air like a bamboo dragonfly a few times, and finally landed on the roof of the car with a *clatter*. Its head had suffered continuous heavy blows and had long since lost its life, lying quietly on the roof as if it had fallen asleep.

By now, nine of the ten zombies had fallen.

If zombies had even a shred of thought, the lone survivor would surely be trembling, but it didn't; it still walked toward the prey in its eyes with unwavering steps.

Outside the arena, the people of the Yama Legion had silently stood beside the four-man group of thieves. Zhao De and Lu Yubo stepped up to confiscate all their weapons, lest they do something desperate.

Squelch...

With a sticky, glutinous sound in the arena, the last zombie's brain tissue ruptured like jelly.

"Another perfectly good thalamus wasted just like that..." Fu Weijun sat in his wheelchair, a trace of regret on the corner of his mouth.

The dust had settled in the gladiatorial arena, and the lives of the four thieves were also coming to an end. Even the wind had quieted down, as if it sensed that a serious moment was about to arrive.

"Not human... this guy is not human."

Liu Yao couldn't help but mutter, drawing agreement from the people around him, who nodded silently.

Except for the core members of Tianma Island, everyone else was sighing at Zhang Su's breathtaking close-combat ability. It turned out that as long as one practiced to a certain degree, fists, feet, elbows, and knees could all be weapons.

The reason ordinary people feared zombies was largely because they were too weak...

The strong fear nothing!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 466 =====