Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

The zombies’ attack indeed became stronger, but their defense remained unchanged. In front of the rampaging steel rods, they were still vulnerable; their heads cracked and collapsed when hit, and their arms got deformed and broken.

Zhang Su, alone, carved out a vacuum area in front of him, where zombies lay in all sorts of poses sprawled across the ground!

He glanced at the back of the zombie horde and instantly estimated that there were about one hundred and eighty left, letting out a huge sigh of relief...

He didn’t recklessly speed up his killing rate, instead, he started rescuing others. Although he could cut through the battlefield alone, if someone got bitten it would be counterproductive. It’s better to rush to rescue those in danger, alleviating the immense pressure on everyone.

”Kill you, kill you, kill you...”

Zheng Xinyu said that fighting side by side meant fighting side by side. She tightly gripped the steel rod with both hands, with a baseball bat strapped on her back. In high-intensity combat, the steel rod was much more effective, while the baseball bat seemed more like a spiritual totem to her.

”Ah, go to hell!”

While she furiously smashed a zombie, another one suddenly charged at her from the side, naked and terrifyingly disgusting. She couldn’t kill zombies with short-distance power like Zhang Su, but she could charge!

With a kick, she thrust her backpack against the zombie charging at her.

Thud...

”Xinyu!”

Zhang Su noticed Zheng Xinyu was being flanked by two zombies. He had already planned to slash sideways when Zheng Xinyu got tackled, directly chopping off the zombie’s head, but she fiercely rammed into it.

The result wasn’t bad; Zheng Xinyu and the zombie were thrown in opposite directions by the recoil...

The difference was that Zheng Xinyu landed on her bottom, whereas the zombie only staggered back three steps before regaining its footing and attacking again.

Thud! Thud!

The steel rod stabbed out like an angry dragon, piercing through the head of the zombie charging at Zheng Xinyu. With a thud, the zombie collapsed as if a quilt fell on Zheng Xinyu. Although she fell, she held the steel rod upright against her backpack, causing the zombie to skew against her.

”Get off me! I’m fine, honey!”

Zheng Xinyu angrily pushed the zombie corpse away and flipped herself back onto her feet. The complete protective gear kept her unharmed, reassuring Zhang Su of her safety.

The slaughter continued; all fighters exerted all their strength, yet it was still tough. Many were secretly shocked at how freakishly strong this group of zombies was.

At this moment, no one had time to think pessimistically about the future; they just wished to get through this ordeal safely as soon as possible.

Slightly farther away, ordinary members of the auto area stood united in the wind and snow. Most of them stayed close, eagerly watching the battlefield, clenched fists, cheering for the fighters and bravely encouraging themselves.

The scenes of fighters fiercely killing zombies were deeply imprinted in everyone’s mind!

Thud...

”Die!”

As Zhao Dezhu’s steel rod stabbed through the brain of the last zombie, he kicked it to the ground. Snowflakes were still fluttering; the battle was over.

The entire battle lasted about ten minutes from start to finish, but the intensity left many panting frantically, blowing white mist from their mouths and dissipating over their heads, revealing everyone’s considerable effort.

”How is it? Was anyone bitten?”

Zhang Su’s chest heaved, his weapon still unsheathed, as he turned to the crowd with a grave look, having vaguely heard cries of pain and speculating the situation.

”No, none on our side...but someone got injured, Xiaolin even fractured a bone.”

Yang Xinqi raised his hand, eyes still holding a hint of lingering panic. The battle was too intense, with many recklessly dodging danger, leading to some scraping injuries, and a knight fractured his arm while jumping over a vehicle for cover.

But as long as nobody got bitten, it’s a relief!

The atmosphere around Liu Yao’s group was clearly heavier than Yang Xinqi’s; he grimly dragged a man to the crowd: ”Damn it! Brother Su, one of our brothers got bitten!”

Zhang Su looked at the man, noticing a large hole on his glove, now half slipped off, revealing a crooked zombie bite.

”Earlier, I used my hand to block...to block the zombie’s mouth.”

The man explained sorrowfully, sniffling, clearly shedding tears.

”I understand, you did nothing wrong! But if you want to survive, put your hand on it.”

Moving to the man, Zhang Su pointed to the side of the hood.

”Can, can it really work? King Yama, I’m scared, I don’t want to die!”

The man’s age was similar to Zhang Su’s, with a slightly artistic demeanor. Trembling, he placed his hand on the car, turning his head away, unable to watch what would soon happen.

Zhang Su inserted the steel rod into the loop at his waist, then took out a small object from his chest. Before others grasped these actions’ significance, he raised the army knife high, letting the cold light flash as blood spilled onto the white snow, spots of crimson staining the ground.

No hesitation, doing such things now was as simple as eating.

”Ah, ah, my hand, I...”

Unexpectedly, the quick and sharp move left the man in piercing pain, sweating profusely. If not for Liu Yao supporting him, he would have collapsed on the ground.

”Don’t worry, your situation is similar to mine!”