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Three balloons were punctured by Wang Chao in an instant, and the Panlong Blade was almost at Zhang Fusheng's face. Without hesitation, Wang Chao followed suit. Silver Stream had already launched an attack on Zhang Fusheng, who was taken aback by Wang Chao's ability to dismantle three balloon techniques in a split second. A faint smile appeared on his lips, seemingly pleased with Wang Chao's prowess.
At the same time, Zhang Fusheng moved as well. He flicked one finger sharply against the blade of the Panlong Blade, sending it flying back as if it were a crumpled piece of paper. The force behind it was evident. Seeing this, Wang Chao quickly grasped the Panlong Blade and swung it with great force. The air before him seemed to part under the swift and fierce slash, creating a linear vacuum zone. The powerful wind blade rushed directly toward Zhang Fusheng, who casually waved his hand, unleashing another strong gust that collided with Wang Chao's blade wind, scattering in all directions.
"Retreat this way! That area is already surrounded by Zombies!" Just as their battle reached a fever pitch, a distant shout broke through the chaos—intermittent and unclear. Both men turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw a large number of refugees rushing toward them. When Shen Zhitao informed Wang Chao about the fall of Jing City, he wasted no time and led a thousand soldiers to Jing City. Fortunately, the invisible aircraft space left behind by Xiaocao was large enough to accommodate a thousand people without issue. It seemed that the soldiers had temporarily held off the Zombies, allowing these refugees to escape here.
From a distance, most of the crowd appeared to be women, mixed with elderly individuals and children; only a small number of men had managed to escape. Most of the men had sacrificed themselves while resisting the Zombies. Those who survived were fortunate to have narrowly escaped from the jaws of death. The two men stood several thousand meters away from them, and it seemed that the refugees did not notice Wang Chao and Zhang Fusheng as they continued to run toward them. It wouldn't be long before they reached close proximity.
Looking at the dark mass of people in the distance, Zhang Fusheng suddenly stopped. The distance between them was about five meters. Wang Chao was unsure what scheme Zhang Fusheng was concocting this time and also halted. A playful smile spread across Zhang Fusheng's face as he glanced at the approaching refugees and said, "It seems quite a few have made it out. Interesting indeed! I wonder if I should say my subordinates are incompetent or that your trained army is formidable for taking so long to resolve this..."
Wang Chao replied coldly, "That's because these people are those they risk their lives to protect!"
"Risking their lives, huh?" Zhang Fusheng nodded thoughtfully but then shrugged and said, "Well then, let's play a game!" He pointed at the distant refugees: "So they are the ones you want to protect? Not bad—there are old and young, men and women; you really are quite compassionate! Since that's the case, I'll give you this opportunity: starting now, I will unleash a massacre among them. Let's see how many you can actually protect!"
As soon as Zhang Fusheng finished speaking, before Wang Chao could process his words, he dashed toward where the refugees were gathered. Wang Chao cursed under his breath; he knew that with Zhang Fusheng's current mindset, anything could happen. However, he felt that one Zhang Fusheng was far more terrifying than a million high-level Zombies. These people had just escaped from Zombie encirclement; if they fell into Zhang Fusheng's hands again, it would truly be like falling from hell into eighteen layers of hell!
Wang Chao chased closely behind him. Zhang Fusheng's speed was astonishingly fast; Wang Chao frequently unleashed blade winds in an attempt to slow him down. Yet it seemed as though Zhang Fusheng had eyes on his back; he effortlessly countered Wang Chao's blade winds without even turning around. For these two men, several thousand meters was nothing at all; just as Zhang Fusheng was about to reach the front of the refugee line, Wang Chao still couldn't catch up.
Although their blade winds were dispersed upon impact with surrounding walls and ground surfaces—creating various explosive sounds—the refugees noticed Wang Chao and Zhang Fusheng from a thousand meters away. However, their speed was too great for these women and elderly individuals to comprehend who they were; they couldn't even determine whether those approaching were Zombies or humans. They merely stood there in shock as these two figures rushed toward them.
"Run! Don't come here! Quickly retreat!" Wang Chao realized he couldn't catch up with Zhang Fusheng anymore. If Little Wolf were here, there might have been a chance; but now Little Wolf had been sent to eliminate Zombies. It was utterly futile to think he could catch up with Zhang Fusheng. With this thought in mind, Wang Chao shouted urgently to warn the residents; however, his words were swept away by the fierce wind blowing around him and fell behind him instead—demonstrating just how fast these two were moving.
What seemed like a complicated scene actually unfolded in mere seconds; Zhang Fusheng had already reached the front of the residents before they even realized what was happening—heads began rolling on the ground one after another. It wasn't until several seconds later that those nearby understood what had transpired; looking down at the heads rolling at their feet, their faces turned pale as they screamed in terror!
It was at this moment that they finally recognized who the two individuals were: one was Wang Chao, and the other was Zhang Fusheng.
One was a savior, while the other was a devil.
"Go somewhere else! I'll try to hold him off, hurry!" Wang Chao kept repeating these words. The soldiers were at the front lines, and those who had escaped were completely disorganized, creating chaos all around. Taking advantage of this confusion, Zhang Fusheng could kill a person with just a finger. The number of corpses on the ground continued to rise, while Wang Chao found himself unable to counterattack with the Panlong Blade or Silver Stream. In such a densely packed crowd, any retaliation from Wang Chao would inevitably endanger the lives of those around him. It became a dilemma of whether to save lives or take them...
"Haha, Wang Chao, aren't these people the ones you wanted to protect?" Zhang Fusheng laughed maniacally as he slaughtered through the crowd. "I'm right here; why don't you dare to strike? Haha, doesn't this feel good?"
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