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"There's no need to struggle; death is your only fate!" Zhang Fusheng's hand reached out, aiming to grip Zhuang Peng's throat. Startled, Zhuang Peng quickly raised his bone bow to block the attack. At that moment, he saw Zhang Fusheng's hand deftly retract to the left, coiling and swaying like a snake. Then, two fingers pinched the bone bow as if holding a cigarette. In this clash of strength, Zhuang Peng gripped the bow with both hands but could not overpower Zhang Fusheng's fingers.
Zhang Fusheng smiled coldly, then suddenly exerted force with his fingers, snapping Zhuang Peng's bone bow effortlessly. The sheer strength of Zhang Fusheng was astonishing; even Wang Chao would likely be no match for him. This thought made Zhuang Peng feel disheartened. He couldn't help but wonder about Shui Yun'er and whether she was safe with Shen Zhitao. It didn't matter if he died; it was just...
Zhuang Peng had already given up resisting; the opponent was too powerful.
Just then, a familiar voice pierced through his thoughts, striking his heart. He opened his eyes wide and saw only a familiar silhouette—a figure he recognized well. If it were him, would he give up? Zhang Fusheng had released Zhuang Peng's throat, allowing him to breathe freely. "Now is not the time for you to rest!" Wang Chao's voice rang out. "Don't forget Shui Yun'er; she can't survive without you. Bring Da Qiang and Tang Feng out—this is my order. Go execute it immediately!"
Hearing that familiar voice invigorated Zhuang Peng inexplicably. If it were this person, surely he could do it. He was someone who had created miracle after miracle, growing from an unknown rookie into someone capable of saving Huaxia: "Understood!" Zhuang Peng touched his neck and answered without hesitation before swiftly departing. A strong wind swept through the air as an invisible aircraft flew by, stirring up the currents. Zhang Fusheng looked up thoughtfully, perhaps sensing something.
"You've come this far!" Wang Chao regarded Zhang Fusheng as if looking at a complete stranger. Indeed, Wang Chao could hardly recognize him anymore. Old Master Zhang had once described Zhang Fusheng as someone who emerged untainted from the mud, but if Zhang Fusheng had become like this, was there still hope for the world? Wang Chao could never forget what Zhang Fusheng had said that day:
"If we can avoid killing people, I would give up this position—what difference does it make?"
"You've changed!" Before Zhang Fusheng could respond, Wang Chao continued with his second statement.
In the distance, the roars of zombies and the sounds of artillery from the invisible aircraft seemed to fade during their conversation. They were deep within the Safe Zone now; there were no people below and no zombies charging in, leaving a quiet space amidst the chaos of the world. Zhang Fusheng smiled as if he found Wang Chao's sentiments childish and replied, "Who can remain unchanged? Haven't you changed as well?"
"But I haven't become inhumane or devoid of compassion!" Wang Chao retorted. "These people are innocent; even if you've struggled to let go all this time and believe Jian Xiaoqing's death was someone else's fault, that has nothing to do with these residents of Jing City. Jian Xiaoqing died because of me—if you have any guts, come at me! I know you have a way to control zombies..."
Wang Chao trailed off abruptly when he noticed Zhang Fusheng wearing a mocking smile. He realized that in Zhang Fusheng's current state, no words would penetrate his mind. He sought to destroy humanity merely for a woman. Wang Chao had always thought that even if he reached this point, Zhang Fusheng would not have come this far—life was unpredictable.
"But I'm not here to kill you today!" Zhang Fusheng said innocently. "I just want to destroy everything you've built—that's all there is to it. What could be more enjoyable than witnessing your good friend lose everything? Don't you think so? After Jian Xiaoqing died, you seemed quite happy—Yang Mengying is alive and well, isn't she?"
Upon mentioning Yang Mengying, Wang Chao instinctively assumed an aggressive stance. He understood the chilling implications of Zhang Fusheng's words, which sent a shiver down his spine, from the back of his head to his toes. Did Zhang Fusheng intend to kill Yang Mengying in front of him, making him experience that same dread? It was truly bone-chilling.
It seemed that Zhang Fusheng sensed Wang Chao's turmoil and smiled even more broadly. He shrugged and said, "Watching the things most dear to others crumble before their eyes is truly a delightful experience. Did you see those children when I arrived? Look at those women, losing their fathers, losing their husbands, each one crying, each one heartbroken. Was I really that amusing back then?"
"You are not amusing; you are pathetic!" Wang Chao trembled with rage. His fists clenched tightly, his eyes revealing a mix of anger and helplessness towards Zhang Fusheng. The conflicting emotions made him feel as if he wanted to smash his head against a wall. Was it destined for him and Zhang Fusheng to clash? Was it fated that one of them would die? Wang Chao could never have imagined that it would come to this.
"If you don't kill me, I will kill you!" By the time he uttered those words, Wang Chao had regained his composure. If a battle was inevitable, he would ensure that he killed Zhang Fusheng because the man before him was no longer the Zhang Fusheng he once knew. As Jian Xiaoqing had said, the man she loved was the greatest expert in the world, someone willing to sacrifice himself to protect others. The current Zhang Fusheng was unworthy.
Zhang Fusheng snorted coldly and replied, "Really?" He sounded as if he had heard a particularly funny joke, like a schoolboy boasting about taking down a gang leader. He squeezed his hands and continued, "You can try. Since I was twenty, people have called me the Greatest Expert of Huaxia. At that time, I didn’t feel anything about it."
"But three years ago, I finally understood what it meant to be the Greatest Expert of Huaxia—it's just being the biggest fool in Huaxia! If I were really the Greatest Expert of Huaxia, how could Jian Xiaoqing have died? If I were really the Greatest Expert of Huaxia, how could I have ended up like this?" The more Zhang Fusheng spoke, the more agitated he became, almost hysterical. Then he said, "Actually, I want to die too. If it were possible, come on!"
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