Chapter 582 - 500: I’m Back! (3)
Crackle, splat, swish...
Zhang Su’s breathing was like a dragon’s, with his cardio capacity at maximum. In the freezing cold, his nose was a bit stuffed, so he resorted to breathing through his mouth, allowing for greater intake. His blood surged through his veins, frantically transporting oxygen to every cell, and his entire body was steaming from the heat generated by his body’s mechanical frenzy.
Faced with the overwhelming horde of zombies and his comrades desperately waiting for rescue on the other side, he fought with all his might!
No matter the ordinary zombies or the ones that had been strengthened to a certain extent, given the current level of intensity, as long as Zhang Su’s stamina allowed, he could keep killing, killing, killing!
Fortunately, his stamina was quite abundant, his Energy Slot still had eighty-two percent left, and once it dropped to a level he couldn’t sustain, there were two Backup Energy Slots below!
Lego Mall had turned into Asura Hell, with King Yama belonging to Asura Hell.
Previously, many speculated whether Zhang Su would perish if surrounded by zombies after seeing him "fight ten at once." Now, the answer was clear!
Lu Yubo and others couldn’t see it, but from some good angles on the second or third floor of the mall, people could witness a spectacle: one man, wielding dual weapons, moving as if in an exaggerated movie scene, carving out a path two to three meters wide, like he was hanging on wires.
Not only the Steel Rod and military knife, every part of his body could be temporarily used as a weapon—head, elbow, shoulder, back, knee... Like a tunnel boring machine, the wall of zombies couldn’t withstand his onslaught.
"This is the strength of King Yama, my God..."
"Not, not human, too strong, King Yama is too powerful!"
"Not just King Yama, they... are all so formidable. Over there, see the people over there, they’re moving so fast, it’s all a blur!"
"Hahaha, we’re saved! Yama Corps forever! Long live King Yama!"
A cheer erupted from the second and third floors as many people knelt, gesturing as if embracing the sky, crying tears of joy. The transition from awaiting death to witnessing hope approaching was an extreme transformation, from Hell to paradise, beyond normal satisfaction—an absolute climax.
Those almost exhausted and surrounded heard the cheers from above, like a pot of stimulant poured straight down their throat. They weren’t fools; they clearly understood what the jubilant cheers represented—surely the momentum of the Yama Corps was fierce!
The intense will to survive erupted at this moment; they couldn’t let themselves fall in the darkness before dawn, could they?
"Yah! Hey, ho..."
Not just in the front entrance direction, a figure burst out from the safety corridor.
Tan Huajun dashed down from above, encountering two zombies on the third floor. Since the second-floor door was locked, they couldn’t get in, so they went all the way up. After dealing with the two zombies, she encountered two more on the first floor.
It took a bit of time, but no matter—just right for a warm-up.
Whoosh...
The heavy sound of air being cut could give one goosebumps; that was the distinctive noise of a heavy weapon. A swinging robust figure slayed two zombies, and her appearance immediately caught the attention of several zombies, sending them rushing at her maniacally.
Facing the assaulting zombies, not only was Tan Huajun’s weapon capable of killing zombies, her body had considerable impact power against zombies, bolstered by her large mass.
Tan Huajun collided head-on with the approaching zombies with sheer brute force. In such a clash with no technique, the winner emerged larger; with her mass combined with long-term training, the zombies, even strengthened, were no match and were knocked back on the spot.
With a leveraging swing, the giant caliper, having been reinforced several times, was no different from Death God’s scythe. Its sharp, sturdy measuring claws seemed to have eyes, usually embedding fiercely into the weaker parts of a zombie’s skull with every strike—a sure kill was the norm.
"Everyone, head to the safety corridor—hurry!"
After killing four zombies inside the safety corridor and also dealing with the four or five that noticed her at the entrance, Tan Huajun felt slightly relieved. She shouted loudly, attempting to lure away some of the zombies surrounding everyone, as her back led directly to the stairs—offensively unstable, defensively secure.
Tan Huajun’s strategy wasn’t without effect, though its impact was moderate, only causing about a dozen zombies on the outermost edge, unable to squeeze into the inner circle, to turn and run at her. Still, even so, she considered it a decent success.
Seeing zombies fall for the trap, Tan Huajun immediately pulled up half the door, leaving a gap over half a meter wide, retreating into the safety corridor, her eyes bright, waiting for the zombies to deliver themselves!
While formidable combat power is crucial, coupling it with a sharp mind can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Tan Huajun had already devised countermeasures before coming down, implementing them with ease now.
In front, with the Yama Corps’ main forces furiously slicing and dicing, and from behind, a female killing god emerged to assist in breaking the encirclement, the pressure on those surrounded gradually reduced. The living clung to their last breath, resolute in not letting themselves fall at the last second before victory.