Chapter 566: You will soon go to accompany him!

In the crowd, Zheng Ziwen watched Da Niu fly backward past him. His expression distorted instantly, and a layer of goosebumps rose all over his body. He reached out to grab his uncle Ding Yongguo's arm involuntarily, trembling with excitement, as if he had nothing to say, but wanted to express something, stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.

Ding Yongguo impatiently pulled away Zheng Ziwen's hand, squinted at him and said: "Boy, do you know what an expert is now?"

"This, this is an expert..." Zheng Ziwen felt that a simple expert couldn't describe it, but he couldn't find more sharp words.

"Kick, kick, kick, one kick, Dad, just one kick... Brother Zhang used one kick to kick the most sturdy person on the opposite side to death!"

Wang Zhetao stammered to explain the battle situation to Wang Guangjun, excited to the point of cold hands and feet.

After the disaster broke out, he had seen zombies eating living people, and also seen humans pointing knives and guns at each other. Many cruel scenes were vivid, but one person used the power of fists and feet to kill another person in seconds—this was the first time, breaking his cognition of power.

In the past, there was Lu Tixia who killed Zheng Tu with three punches, and now there is the King of Hell who kicked Da Niu to death with one kick...

"Good, good, my brother Zhang is not my brother Zhang, still so fierce!"

Wang Guangjun tilted his head and squinted, trying hard to collect more information in the duel field, but his ability was limited.

At the same time, Meng Changwei, who only had one eye left like Wang Guangjun, was much more relaxed. He had normal vision, and the impact he received was naturally much greater than Wang Guangjun's hearing his son's retelling. He touched his chest subconsciously, looked at his companions beside him with a pale face, as if asking, how many kicks can you take with such power?

There were children in the crowd. If it were before, seeing such a violent and bloody scene, the first reaction of parents would be to cover the child's eyes and take them away quickly. But now it's different. The doomsday life has ravaged their childhood. To grow up, one must get used to blood.

The people beside the children taught earnestly: "Did you see it? This is what it should look like in the doomsday. You want to grow up, you want to become strong, you want to learn from Uncle Zhang and become a person like the King of Hell!"

In the past, they pointed to the great scientists on the TV to say these words, but now the role model has changed. Scientists are certainly important, but what is more important is to have self-defense martial power first!

"Don't look, you will soon go to accompany him."

In the field, Zhang Su shook his numb leg and said to the Flying Wolf Gang members who kept turning their heads to look at Da Niu.

His actual situation was not as relaxed as it looked to the bystanders.

Just now, he didn't have any reservations. With physical energy at 99%, he exerted the greatest power and used superb force-generating techniques, which could be said to be the current limit.

And it was a short-term limit, because energy couldn't be maintained at 99% for a long time!

The effect was indeed explosive. The two-hundred-pound guy was kicked and flew several meters, then rolled on the ground, and finally his arm bones were broken, dying of chest collapse and internal organ rupture.

Zhang Su himself also had certain damage. The thigh muscles couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if even the bones were numb, almost reaching the upper limit that the bones could bear. If he wanted to improve the power again, it wouldn't just be increasing muscle strength, even the bones would have to be improved accordingly.

This was a judgment, and also Zhang Su's self-challenge. Zombies were always dead things, only having stupid combat instincts. Only living people had combat consciousness. He wanted to touch his limit.

So, the kick just now was just the beginning, and he would continue to go all out next.

If the Flying Wolf Gang people knew what Zhang Su was thinking, I don't know if they should feel honored or unfortunate...

Zhang Su struggled to turn his head. He heard Zhang Su's big words before, and thought more that he had to brag in front of hundreds of subordinates, but now he understood that it wasn't fake and empty bragging, it was all true!

*Cha, cha, cha... *

The eight people who ran to the middle of the duel field began to retreat. They didn't want to run away, because that would only make them die faster, but they didn't dare to attack, because that would make them die very painfully!

"Brothers of the Flying Wolf Gang, he killed Da Niu, look, his legs are shaking, he can't do it anymore, let's fight to the death, take out the tacit understanding we once had, don't be afraid, kill!"

Zhang Su howled, cheering for the people beside him, knowing in his heart that shouting alone was useless, but shouting to kill and rushing up. This time, it ignited the remaining courage of several people beside him. Everyone knew that shrinking to the end was still death. Fear to the extreme was anger. Stretching the neck was a knife, so it was better to fight. Maybe there was a chance?

Zhang Su rushed forward wildly, seemingly reckless like Da Niu, but he focused on the word "flash." When he entered Zhang Su's attack range, he changed his attack route without warning. The iron fist that looked angry and fierce turned into a treacherous slide.

Smoke and dust rose, but when he shoveled to the place where Zhang Su stood, he didn't touch anything! "It's over!"

Zhang Su felt panicked in his heart, and then he heard a series of dull beating sounds in his ears. It was clear that his companions were fighting with Zhang Su. Before he could stand up from the smoke and dust, the miserable scream rushed into his ears.

A human figure flew out in a miserable posture, turned a circle in the air, his whole right arm was like the line under a broken kite, swinging at will, and the shoulder that suffered a heavy cannon was soft and drooping, looking at people's buttocks numb.

Zhang Su's attack didn't end. Once he unfolded his hands and feet, it was a storm. The illusory white mist danced around his body, blood surged in his body, violent power wandered on his muscles and bones, fists like thunder, feet like storms.

If only fists and feet were used as weapons, it would be a bit insufficient. When the fist smashed on one person, he would use the force to let his shoulder hit another person. Even if he knew he would take a punch from the other party, he would be fearless.

Similarly, while being beaten, he had to use the gap of the enemy's attack to create terrifying damage. It was not changing injury for injury, but changing light injury for heavy injury, or even changing death! Eyes matched with the figures of white mist sensing, the situation of one against eight, even if he could see the opportunity, the reaction speed of thinking couldn't keep up. These were people, seven living people, some cunning, some impulsive, some reckless, and some who didn't want to die.

Wanting to win without injury was too magical. At most, he could avoid the heavy and take the light. Controlling the injury within the range was equal to not being injured. Moreover, every injury he suffered was to cause more damage, and he would never do a loss-making business!

*Bang bang bang, pfft pfft pfft... *

Fists and feet came and went. Following Da Niu, three more people lay on the ground in less than a minute, their postures miserable and their bodies distorted, showing that two people had already broken their breath, dying very happily, without any pain!

A real life-and-death fight was not as slow as interpreted in the movie. Often it was just a blink of an eye, and people were gone...

Nine people of the Flying Wolf Gang had five left, and among them, one was already injured, and one leg clearly couldn't use force.

Zhang Su didn't fall down. He could become the head wolf, naturally having his own merits. The power of frontal attack was not strong, but he was quite flexible in dodging. Otherwise, all attribute points were added to agility. Relying on the hard touch of other people, Zhang Su wandered in the battle situation. Four or five companions fell, and he only ate some sand in his mouth. Zhang Su's thunderous attack didn't touch him at all.

Not only did he not get beaten, but he really gave Zhang Su a few times, but considering the route of retreat, he didn't dare to be greedy, so the power and accuracy were insufficient, and he didn't cause substantial damage to Zhang Su, like scratching an itch.

The biggest trouble should be the handful of slag soil raised. That attack really hit Zhang Su's face, making him gray-faced! Thinking that he could create a miracle while Zhang Su lost his vision for a short time, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't show any flaws even with his eyes closed. Indeed, he didn't attack, but he was airtight in defense! The terrible combat consciousness made Zhang Su feel cold in his heart. He felt that he was not facing a human at all! *Thump! * A dull nest-heart punch, the rough old sister-in-law opened her eyes wide, *teng teng teng*, and retreated repeatedly with a painful expression on her face, finally spraying a mouthful of blood and twitching wildly on the ground.

No one rescued her, and her waiting was bound to be death.

Following closely, another middle-aged man hit two spins in the air, and finally fell to the ground, twitching after rolling his eyes and swallowing his last breath.

So far, only three people were left in the duel field: Zhang Su, Skinny Monkey, and Zhang Su. And from Da Niu flying out to now, it was only four or five minutes.

But in these four or five minutes, Zhang Su's full tube of energy had consumed 8%, reaching 91%!

In normal times, two hours of high-intensity training would consume 15%. It can be imagined how huge the consumption is when fighting for real. Every muscle mobilization is absorbing energy in the body, plus the use of white mist, and the brain's rapid prediction and thinking, all of which need to consume energy! As if there was a tacit understanding between the three, they stopped their steps and stopped the battle.

The fist-to-flesh fighting was bloody, full of primitive, wild, and powerful violent aesthetics, making the hundreds of Tianmayu members watching the battle feel blood boiling. Every scene impacted people's nerves, frantically secreting hormones. Many people were so excited that their whole bodies were hot. In the minus twenty-degree weather, they actually took off their hats and pulled open their collars.

People who worshiped the King of Hell had fanaticism on their faces. They couldn't shout loudly, so they raised their arms and danced back and forth. I don't know who made a low "hoo, hoo" sound, and others learned it quickly, and made a low "hoo, hoo" sound together!

People who regarded Zhang Su as a model and a target to catch up with had complicated emotions in their hearts. The realistic impact made them surge with heart waves, but this gap... was constantly pouring cold water on

Those who worshipped the Yama King had fanatical expressions on their faces. Since they couldn't shout, they raised their arms high and waved them back and forth. Someone let out a low "hoo, hoo" sound, and the others quickly learned, joining in the low humming of "hoo, hoo"!

Those who regarded Zhang Su as a role model and a target to chase felt complex emotions in their hearts. The realistic impact made their hearts surge, but this gap... kept pouring cold water on their hearts. The feeling of being hot and cold was like being in an ice-and-fire heaven, jumping back and forth between feeling great and feeling terrible, and in the end, it felt terrible!

"Too... f*cking, f*cking amazing!"

Qi Xiaoshuai twisted his lips, his eyes full of yearning, and muttered: "God, I don't ask for much, I just hope I can have half of Brother Su's strength!"

The three people in the arena stopped their movements, giving the surrounding spectators a moment to breathe, finally allowing them to release the emotions they had been bottling up.

"The sky is overcast, not dark, what kind of dream are you having?"

Wang Xin, standing to the side, retorted bluntly, then smiled: "I only need one-third!"

"No ambition!" Pang Dakun couldn't help but curl his lip after hearing their words, puffing out his chest: "I want to become a man like Uncle, and then I'll be able to take on ten!"

"Fine, okay, I believe you."

"Yeah, yeah, good luck."

"Stupid..."

Hearing Pang Dakun's bold words, the others rolled their eyes in unison. At Ah Kun's age, they had also been reckless, but as they grew older, they had seen the reality and understood one truth: effort is not worth mentioning in the face of talent! Clearly, Zhang Su was an absolute talent-type player, and a gifted one at that.

On this point, Tachibana Mai had the most say. She hadn't known Zhang Su for long, but she had witnessed his most exaggerated growth.

"Xiaoshan, hurry and go prepare some medicine for wounds..."

Zheng Xinyu's face was full of heartache and concern. Unlike the others, she didn't focus all her attention on Zhang Su's explosive offense; she saw the bruises on Zhang Su's face, and the punches and kicks he had taken! The bulletproof vest made of petrified zombie skin could stop bullets, but it didn't stop fists; he would still feel pain, still swell up! In everyone else's eyes, the injuries on Zhang Su's body were medals, but in the eyes of Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan, they were just wounds—wounds that would hurt, swell, and bruise.

There was also Su Xiaoya, a small, inconspicuous figure squeezed into the crowd, watching the battle through the gaps. She was attracted by Zhang Su's heroic posture, and felt the pain of him being beaten as if it were her own. She also wanted to do something, and when she saw Zhong Xiaoshan leave, she hurried to follow.

There was one more person who had taken a step, but stopped after seeing the actions of Zhong Xiaoshan and Su Xiaoya, returning to the crowd. That was Zhao Xue; since someone was already doing it, she didn't want to compete.

"Brother Zhang is too amazing, really so strong, I want to be like that too!"

Tian Fan's figure was very inconspicuous. Even though he only had one arm left, it didn't stop him from being attracted by Zhang Su's wild fighting, to the point that his heart surged. He couldn't help but fantasize about how majestic it would be if he could do that too, but when he noticed his own incomplete body, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Yu Wen walked to Zhao Dezhu's side, and seeing him roaring "hoo, hoo" along with Lu Yubo, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't f*cking... ugh, Uncle, what's up?"

Zhao Dezhu was about to snap, but seeing it was Yu Wen, he hurriedly put on a smiling face.

"Take a few people and go to the cemetery near Village No. 2 to dig nine pits."

Yu Wen pointed vaguely into the distance.

"No way, do... do these guys even deserve a burial?"

Zhao Dezhu looked unhappy.

Yu Wen didn't put on airs to lecture Zhao Dezhu, but said patiently: "So many people are watching. Do you want the Yama Legion to get a reputation for killing without burying? They are people, and the enemy is also human. The Yama King is benevolent, and the Yama Legion is righteous. Understand?"

"Understood, I'll go right now."

Zhao Dezhu nodded slowly. He wanted to pull Lu Yubo along, but thought better of it, so he walked toward Liu Yao instead.

Poor Liu Yao was focused on cheering for Zhang Su, and then he was dragged away by Zhao Dezhu to go dig graves...

"Hey, you can't use public office for private revenge like this. Can I not go? I'm cheering for the Yama King!"

Liu Yao naturally didn't want to go, but facing the "invitation" from a big brother of the Yama Legion, he felt a bit weak in his argument.

Zhao Dezhu grinned: "Holy crap, you mean my big brother will lose if he's missing your cheering?"

"No, no..." Liu Yao waved his hands repeatedly. This kind of misunderstanding was not good. His eyes rolled, and he pointed at Yang Xinqi: "Then let's call Old Yang to go with us?"

"That works!"

Zhao Dezhu nodded in strong agreement.

(End of chapter)