Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

With the force Zhang Su has now, even the divine-level pitcher Aroldis Chapman would exclaim "Oh my God!"

If he’d struck firmly this time, the robust zombie wouldn’t say its brain exploded like a thousand blooming flowers, but it would definitely meet a fate of instant death since its naturally sized head doesn’t look that strong.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go that smoothly in the end.

As Zhang Su raised his arm to strike, the robust zombie felt the heavy force on its shoulder, instinctively shrugging its shoulders and raising both arms, as if trying to chase away a little Skinny monkey climbing on it.

"Not good, Brother Su, watch out!"

"Oh damn, Brother Su, be careful..."

The surrounding fighters were tense at heart, not daring to imagine the scenario if Zhang Su got caught by the robust zombie...

The rough movements caused Zhang Su, already unsteady, to completely lose his balance. Losing balance doesn’t mean falling down; Zhang Su has a hundred ways to land steadily. But losing balance means losing aim and force, as the steel rod whizzed past the zombie’s scalp, then struck its raised left arm.

Thud.

Weakening force combined with the zombie’s thick flesh stopping it didn’t break its arm, just bent it to the side. This didn’t hurt the enemy, but at least relieved the pressure on himself.

Sighing, Zhang Su leveraged the momentum to step on the zombie’s back and then jumped onto a nearby car roof, seeing many people waving guns, causing him quite a scare.

"Put away all the guns!"

As he tangled with the robust zombie, if someone nervously pulled the trigger, even though he wore a bulletproof vest, if his luck was bad and got his head blown off, what then?

"Who the heck dared to take out a gun!"

Zhao Dezhu was thinking of ways to join the fray to help, but upon hearing Zhang Su’s shout, he turned around angrily to see many hurriedly putting away their guns.

People were shouting, but the robust zombie didn’t care about that—it twisted its sturdy waist, extended its arms straight, and swept back, determined to swing the little Skinny monkey daring to ride on its shoulders to death.

White mist enveloped Zhang Su, making the robust zombie’s movements clear, easily evading them, promptly launching a second round of attack.

It’s worth mentioning that as long as you have a big size, the combat power is fierce. Some attacks effective against common zombies felt like scratching an itch when hitting the robust zombie, not serving any purpose, at most only deforming its movements.

To kill, in the end, you must smash the ordinary-sized head above the shoulder...

"Hold it off, I’ll kill it!"

A skinny figure darted out from the crowd like a carp flitting in water, fast and agile.

Ju Mumio wielded a weapon and made her move; after watching a while, she had formulated an attack plan.

"Brother Su, I’m coming to help too!"

"Honey, here I come!"

Zhang Su restrained the robust zombie for about ten seconds, while the Yama Corps members caught their breath, rushing up with their weapons.

"I’m coming too, damn it!"

"And me too!"

Unwilling to lag behind, Liu Yao saw the Yama Corps charging up, drawing the dagger from his waist to follow.

Yang Xinqi was indeed scared inwardly, but he was brave, charging forward regardless of fear in his heart.

Sometimes, when fear fills the heart, you instinctively feel small, but when your heart wells with courage to face the fear, your stature seems to rise, which is the inner profile of facing the robust zombie among the people.

Standing at one point six seven eight meters tall before a two-meter tall zombie does look short, but as long as there’s no fear within the heart, exerting one’s strengths, zombies can’t easily take down humans.

Zhang Su dodged the zombie’s attacks, seeking an opportunity to deliver a fatal strike, hearing his companions’ voices, seeing his comrades charging in to assist him without hesitation, feeling quite gratified. But if he couldn’t handle such a monster, what qualification did he have to be the leader?

White fog enveloped, seeing with the heart, treading steps hard to capture, dodging zombie attacks from extremely tricky angles, aiming the steel rod at the soft spot below the jaw, from bottom to top, like a dragon bursting forth!

Slash.

"Holy crap..."

It wasn’t the robust zombie that made the sound, but Zhao Dezhu who was halfway charging in.

In his eyes, the robust zombie’s raised arms slowly lowered, solid legs bending at the knees, its head drooping slowly, through a small gap could see Zhang Su gripping the steel rod with both hands, supporting the full weight of the zombie, and clearly, this zombie was already dead.