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Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Martial Arts Master

A large group of zombies surged abnormally, and gunfire occasionally rang out. Not many people survived in this area, but there were still some; there’s always a rat or two that can survive.

In the darkness.

Four or five people were huddled in a room, trembling. They didn’t know exactly what had happened, only that something unusual must have occurred nearby.

”Let’s not make any big movements, as long as these zombies don’t come up here to find us, we’ll be fine.”

Zheng Sen whispered to the people around him. In this situation, there’s no way they could sleep.

First, the announcement of the ”Blood Moon,” then the red mist filled the air, followed by a massive undead tide below. Fortunately, they were on the fifth floor, relatively high up, thus temporarily unaffected by the zombies.

However, the ensuing gunfire truly startled them. It’s easy to imagine the consequences of firing a gun in this world. No matter how many bullets you have, there can never be more than there are zombies.

A lean old man with wrinkled skin quivered as he spoke: ”I feel like those zombies might rush up here.”

Zheng Sen assured him: ”They won’t. We’re in such a high place, nothing will happen.”

In truth, he wasn’t very confident inside, but he couldn’t panic right now. If he panicked, everyone else would too.

The old man crouched by the window and suddenly said: ”Hey? Look, there seem to be a lot of people down there.”

Zheng Sen blinked in surprise and leaned over, indeed seeing a crowd gathered near the Mysterious Shop far away by the street. These people seemed to be wearing Leather Armor, each incredibly agile, as if skilled in Martial Arts.

”They should be the Hunters, but why are there so many Hunters?”

Zheng Sen was filled with astonishment, instantly recalling the descriptions about Hunters on the forum and concluding that these people were likely the so-called Hunters.

A woman with fair skin exclaimed, ”The posts on the forum say one Hunter can kill a dozen or even twenty people. With so many Hunters...!”

Everyone gasped in unison. On the forum, Hunters were synonymous with death. Zombies, though terrifying and numerous, at least allowed some room to resist.

But these Hunters specialized in hunting humans. Extremely powerful, encountering them almost meant a dead end.

Encountering these Hunters was akin to meeting a highly aggressive tiger in the wild. Seeing a group was like seeing a pride of tigers, that choking sensation was indescribable.

They were stunned, not knowing how to respond to such a situation.

Zheng Sen quickly snapped a picture and posted it on the forum.

Zombie’s Bane: Guys, we seem to have a situation with a group of Hunters here. What should we do now, any good brothers have any good suggestions?

[Picture]

This picture quickly attracted a large number of viewers because the sight of so many Hunters was incredibly shocking.

Reading Comprehension: Damn, brother, your picture can’t be edited, right? How could there be so many Hunters, does a phone even have a photo-editing feature?

Ju Huang: I suggest accepting fate. They will actively search for your hiding spots, and they seem to have a special way of finding you.

Mao Nanbei: Don’t listen to the guy above. I bet they’re gathering for a purpose. If you can, monitor their behavior; it might be helpful to us.

Will-Die-without-Coffee: I think this is their hideout, otherwise how could so many Hunters gather inexplicably? Your chosen base is remarkable, kudos.

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Zheng Sen felt at a loss, indeed receiving no constructive suggestions. They could only hide above, whispering:

”From now on, don’t make any big moves. Maybe if we’re lucky, nothing will happen to us.”

The surrounding folks nodded, held their breath, and lowered their heads in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

In fact, their luck wasn’t too bad. Initially, they found a good amount of food and continued to hole up here, without even considering the Mysterious Shop just downstairs.

With nothing else to do, they spent their days browsing the forums and learned a lot of information, witnessing others’ tragic situations, yet feeling fortunate for their luck.

But the good luck didn’t last, and suddenly, they found themselves in danger.

Zheng Sen furrowed his brow involuntarily as he noticed the Hunters converging towards the shop. Could it be they have access to the Mysterious Shop?

The old man also looked down, saying: ”The gunfire earlier came from below. Are they hunting someone, or is someone in our world being hunted by them?”

Zheng Sen paused, a bit uncertain: ”I feel it’s unlikely. Do we have anyone that strong? Here, there are at least twenty or thirty people. Just spitting from each could drown someone.”

The old man’s face lit up with excitement as he spoke: ”It’s gotta be a Martial Arts Master. According to the books, these people aren’t a match for someone with strong Martial Arts... Like Yijinjing or Nine Yang Skill.”

He had read many martial arts novels in the past, believing in what they said, and had even practiced when young, not giving up on it entirely.

Though older now, the old man was robust, and taking down a zombie was still entirely possible.

Zheng Sen stayed silent for a moment, then said: ”Aren’t those novels fictional without scientific basis? Even if we have a Martial Arts Master, they wouldn’t be that powerful, able to take on ten men at once. That’d only be against Ordinary People.”

The old man was a bit miffed: ”We’ve reached this point, and you’re still talking scientific basis? Can the scientific basis explain this damned Doomsday Game? You’re more wooden than I am, young man. I say there’s no smoke without fire. I’d bet a pack of biscuits on it, alright?”

A pack of biscuits was quite a wager. Zheng Sen didn’t expect the old man to take it so seriously, like a child, but he didn’t refuse and said:

”A bet it is. I really don’t believe there’s a Martial Arts Master.”

Suddenly, gunfire erupted again, shooting weak flares into the night like fireflies, distinctly visible.

They were too far to see clearly, only capturing a silhouette and not knowing who exactly fired the shots, but it was clear a fight broke out below.

It seemed several Hunters were besieging one person.

Zheng Sen was dumbfounded, not imagining the truth aligning so closely with the old man’s guess, that an entity similar to a Martial Arts Master could exist. But this should be called gunfighting skills, right?