Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

In the crowd on the sidelines, Zheng Ziwen watched Big Bull fly backward past him, his expression twisting instantly, covered in goosebumps from head to toe. He unconsciously grabbed his uncle Ding Yong Country’s arm, lips trembling with excitement, as if he had nothing to say, yet wanted to express something stuck in his throat.

Ding Yong Country impatiently pushed away Zheng Ziwen’s hand and glanced sideways, saying, ”Kid, now do you understand what a master is?”

”This, this is a master...” Zheng Ziwen felt that simply calling him a master wasn’t enough, but he couldn’t find any sharper words.

”Foot, foot, just one foot, Dad, just one foot... Brother Zhang used just one foot to kick the strongest guy on the other side to death!”

Wang Zhetao stammered while explaining the battle situation to Wang Guangjun, his hands and feet cold with excitement.

Since the outbreak of disaster, he had seen zombies devour the living and humans clash with knives and guns, many cruel scenes vivid and alive. But a person using the force of fists and feet to instantly kill another, this was the first time, shattering his perception of strength.

In the past, Lu Tixie killed Zheng Tu with three punches, now King Yama has kicked Big Bull to death with one foot...

”Good, good, my Brother Zhang is indeed my Brother Zhang, still so fierce!”

Wang Guangjun tilted his head and squinted his eyes, trying hard to gather more information from the duel scene, but unfortunately, his ability was limited.

At the same time, Meng Changwei, who similarly had only one eye left, had it much easier. His vision was normal, and the impact was naturally greater than Wang Guangjun hearing his son’s narration. Unconsciously, he touched his chest, his face pale as he looked at his companions next to him, as if asking, ”How many kicks like that could you withstand?”

Among the crowd, there were children; in the past, upon witnessing such violent and bloody scenes, the parents’ first reaction would be to cover the child’s eyes and quickly take them away. But times have changed, and life in the apocalypse has ravaged their childhood; to grow up, they must become accustomed to brutality.

The people beside the children earnestly taught, ”See that? This is how it should be in the apocalypse. You must grow, you must become strong, you must learn from Uncle Zhang and become like King Yama!”

Previously, those words were directed at great scientists on television, but the role models have changed now; while scientists are naturally important, the priority is self-preservation with force!

”Stop watching, you will soon join him.”

In the field, Zhang Su shook his numbing leg and spoke to the members of the Flying Wolf Gang who kept turning their heads to look at Big Bull.

His actual situation wasn’t as relaxed as the spectators seemed to think.

The recent kick had no reservations, with physical energy at ninety-nine percent, exerting maximum force and employing advanced power techniques; it could be said it was his current limit.

Moreover, it was a short-lived limit, as the energy couldn’t remain at ninety-nine percent indefinitely!

The effect was indeed explosive; the two-hundred-pound guy was kicked several meters away, then rolled on the ground, eventually breaking his arm and dying from collapsed chest cavities and internal organ rupture.

Zhang Su himself also suffered some damage; his thigh muscles couldn’t help but tremble slightly, as if even his bones were numb, nearly reaching the limit of what his bones could bear. To further enhance the power, it wasn’t simply about increasing muscle strength; bones had to be correspondingly improved too.

This was a judgment, and also Zhang Su’s self-challenge; zombies are always dead things, with only stupid combat instincts, while humans have combat awareness. He wanted to touch his limits.

Therefore, that kick was just the beginning; he would continue to go all out in the next moments.

If the Flying Wolf Gang members knew Zhang Su’s thoughts, they wouldn’t know whether to feel honored or unfortunate...

Qi Dabin struggled to turn his head, having previously listened to Zhang Su’s boastful words mostly because he was in front of hundreds of subordinates and had to show off his grandiosity. But now he understood; it wasn’t empty bragging, it was all true!

Scratch, scratch, scratch...

The eight people who ran to the middle of the duel field began to retreat; they weren’t trying to escape, as doing so would only hasten their deaths, but they didn’t dare attack either, as that would ensure a painful death!

”Brothers of the Flying Wolf Gang, he killed Big Bull, look, his leg is shaking, he’s done for. Let’s fight to the death, show our former camaraderie, don’t be afraid, kill!”

Qi Dabin howled, cheering on the people around him, knowing in his heart that just shouting wasn’t enough. Shouting about killing, he charged up, with Big Bull down, it was his turn to take the lead.

This once again ignited the remaining courage among the few people beside him. Everyone knew that shrinking back would still result in death; fear to the extreme becomes anger. Whether they retreat their necks, it’s all a knife; might as well risk it, perhaps there’s a chance?

Qi Dabin dashed forward, seemingly reckless like Big Bull, but he was mainly playing a decisive dodge. When entering Zhang Su’s attack range, he suddenly changed the attack route without warning. The initially furious iron fist turned into a sly slide tackle.

Dust arose, but when the tackle reached the spot where Zhang Su stood, it didn’t touch anything!

”Damn!”

Qi Dabin’s heart panicked, and immediately he heard a series of dull hitting sounds in his ear, evidently a companion had exchanged blows with Zhang Su. Before he could get up from the dust, a piercing scream rushed into his ears.

A figure flew out in a disordered manner, spinning once in the air, with the entire right arm dangling like a kite string without tension, flapping freely; his shoulder, struck hard, sagged limply, making one’s backside nervously numb.