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The fat man's body was not very agile; after all, he was an Otaku, and his physical condition was far from ideal. However, when faced with the Zombies, this Fellow was surprisingly cunning. He first attracted the attention of the Zombies and then shamelessly stood beside the large gate. Outside, the streets were still teeming with Zombies, but here, the main gate was tightly shut, with only a small iron door ajar.
No!
It should be described as half-open. The Zombies outside were at a distance, and the fat man seemed to be playing with fire as he lured the Zombies over. Then he slipped through the iron door, holding onto a rope. When the Zombies lunged at him, they could only gaze helplessly through the gate, their hands flailing in frustration.
At that moment, the fat man seized his chance. He lifted the makeshift spear he had fashioned from a mop handle and thrust it into a Zombie's head!
After the Zombie turned into Zombie Fluid, he quickly kicked the gate open and slipped back inside.
This Fellow's series of actions had already attracted more Zombies from outside. But it didn't matter; this was all part of the plan.
The outside Zombies were once again cut off from him, allowing him to continue to toy with them. It seemed as if these Zombies were under a spell, forever unable to reach the fat man.
However, there was one particularly dangerous aspect: both sides had Zombies. If all the Zombies gathered together, he would be in serious trouble.
For now, such a situation seemed unlikely because Zheng Yifan was guarding his rear. The front line of Zombies was fierce, and the fat man wasn't sure if he could withstand them. But after some time passed, he felt secure. The Zombies were simply too incompetent; they had no brains and could only futilely bang against the door upon seeing him.
Only Zheng Yifan knew that these Zombies had already been cleared out by him. Most of the current Zombies were those that had previously hidden in shops or alleys; the Avatar of the Believers had not discovered them and thus had not exterminated them.
Some of them were drawn away because Zheng Yifan was present, causing the Avatar of the Believers to overlook them entirely. This gave the fat man an opportunity to act; his frantic efforts could almost be described as madness.
The spear in his hand was powerful and made it easy to slaughter Zombies. Even more astonishing was his battle cry and fighting style.
It was quite strange; the long spear in his hand was aimed with remarkable precision, each thrust capable of piercing a Zombie's skull.
This might be the result of the training the Fatty had undergone during the apocalypse, showcasing his formidable assassination skills.
The skull is the hardest part of the human body, and facing Zombies, a wave of foul stench assaulted him, a sensation that could drive anyone mad.
In such an environment, the Fatty had developed robust nerves and combat techniques to deal with Zombies. First-Level Zombies were just right for ordinary people to adapt their bodies to various combat methods, unlike those powerful Superpowered Individuals. The Superpowered Individuals had entered an advanced vicious cycle; only by becoming stronger could they eliminate more Zombies. They never considered that an ordinary person could also take down a Zombie. The use of traps was minimal, and now, those around Zheng Yifan had begun to adapt to combat, many relying on traps to avoid dying at the hands of Zombies.
Zheng Yifan himself relied on Superpower and the Time-Space Barrier for development. However, he hoped others would not depend solely on their Golden Finger to get by.
The Fatty's fighting time was short. He effortlessly dealt with twenty or thirty Zombies. If every human could fight like this and eliminate Zombies so easily, then Zombies would have been wiped out long ago. But in reality, if the number of Zombies reached a certain level, quantitative change would lead to qualitative change; the Fatty might not even be able to take down two Zombies before being overwhelmed and killed.
His own strength was indeed one of the necessary conditions for combat.
The Fatty's battle experience allowed Zheng Yifan to learn more and fueled his desire to become a Superpowered Individual.
"Wang Fatty!" Zheng Yifan shouted loudly. The sweaty Fatty finally wiped his brow and managed a strained smile at Zheng Yifan. There were still Zombies outside, but he could no longer keep going; each assassination drained all his strength. No matter how skilled he was, he couldn't hold out forever—after all, he was still a Fatty.
"What’s up? There are still three Zombies left; let me catch my breath before I finish them off." The remaining Zombies outside were three women who appeared to be quite young. Judging by their clothing, it was clear they had been infected later on and were physically weaker. The Fatty had saved them for last because they posed the least threat.
After hearing Zheng Yifan's words, the Fatty raised his mop stick and jabbed it fiercely three times.
The Zombie instantly turned into a puddle of Zombie Fluid, while Wang Qi's mop stick declared itself out of commission, snapping cleanly in half.
Zheng Yifan knew that he had struck the Zombie's eye, piercing its brain directly with a Nail, yet he had not touched the back of its skull. That area was relatively harder. The nose and the two eyes were the easiest targets; piercing them would reach the brain, and with a gentle twist, the Zombie would perish.
Zheng Yifan looked at the sweating Wang Fatty and suddenly took out a bottle of Essence from his pocket. However, this was not A-Level Essence. Zheng Yifan decided to be generous, considering it an investment; this was S-Class Essence, something many at the Hope Gathering Place dreamed of.
Unfortunately, the fat man was unaware of its value, but seeing the Essence in Zheng Yifan's hand made his mouth water. An impulse surged within him, telling him that drinking this would make him powerful. It was a deep-seated craving at the core of his genes.
"This is what I prepared to lend you. But remember, you have to return it afterward," Zheng Yifan said with a smile, shaking the Essence in his hand.
"Lend me? Aren't you afraid I won't return it? I can feel a desire within me; it must be the craving for evolution. This thing is what you call a Superpowered Individual, right?" Wang Fatty was no fool; in fact, he was quite clever.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed the Essence and poured it into his mouth.
"I'm broke right now. Since you're lending it to me, I certainly won't be ungrateful. From now on, I'll stick with you as long as we don't engage in Killing or arson and don't do anything immoral," the fat man mumbled.
He could already feel the power of evolution that the Essence brought him.
"Hahaha! Killing and arson? You'll get used to that in no time. Those Zombies aren't human; they were once people too. And those humans among the Survivors? Some of them are even scarier than Zombies. To live better in the future, what you need to understand first is not humanity but who your enemies are," Zheng Yifan hinted. (To be continued...)
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