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"Ha!" Exhaling like an arrow, Shi Laonian, who was battling the massive Zombie on the battlefield, was drenched in sweat. The jug of fine wine was nearly empty, but the fight continued. He had been pushed to his limits, and although he used his Superpower swiftly, his opponent was incredibly formidable. Each strike was executed with all his might, and now he felt a sense of exhaustion creeping in.
This was a feeling he had never experienced since becoming a Superpowered Individual. Although he maintained an appearance that suggested he could rely on his experience, his physical capabilities had long since improved.
The powerful techniques and unpredictable movements left Zheng Yifan, who was poised on the city wall, wide-eyed. It was as if Shi Laonian was rolling on the ground like a dragon turning over, appearing and disappearing at will. All the strength of the massive Zombie was being drawn away by Shi Laonian, who kept making it waste its efforts.
All the hard materials in his body had softened; only the resilient bones remained to support him against the enormous Zombie.
The Zombie was nearing its limit. If Shi Laonian could hold on just a little longer, he would surely be able to take it down.
However, other Zombies had already joined the fray without hesitation. A dozen Third-Stage Zombies gradually gathered nearby—those that Wu Yingzhou ultimately could not fend off. The numerous Superpowered Individuals had just managed to hold back these Zombies for a while but only succeeded in burying them underground.
This was the result of one hundred new academy students working together to create an artificial swamp of about one hundred square meters, completely submerging the Zombies.
Yet their strength ultimately could not withstand the Third-Stage Zombies; under their furious power, they managed to escape.
These Zombies seemed as if they were clad in armor; the mud from the swamp was completely absorbed by their skin. The solid silt clung to their bodies and quickly solidified. A black liquid mixed in made the mud even more robust.
At this moment, almost no one could stop these Zombies—not even Wu Yingzhou. He had exhausted himself helping Shi Laonian clear out nearby Zombies, sparing no effort even against Second-Level Zombies. As for First-Level Zombies, there were plenty of academy students to handle them without his concern.
But now there was no way out; they could only let Shi Laonian retreat. They couldn't deal with so many Zombies alone, or perhaps a few more strong individuals would come to support them—there might still be a chance.
Thinking this, Wu Yingzhou raised his right hand; two avatars flew into the air to convey the retreat order. But just then, he suddenly noticed that the entire battle seemed to have turned around.
He saw a white light enter the horde of Zombies, followed by Gun Shadows drifting through the air with flames.
Countless Gun Shadows descended upon those Third-Stage Zombies like calamity. Level suppression? Zheng Yifan was a Fourth-Stage Esper; although somewhat lacking in reputation, true level suppression existed. It forced them to be unable to unleash their full power. Moreover, the Adamantium Shield and Silver Spear were genuine weapons used by Fourth-Stage Espers. Even though Zheng Yifan was currently at a low point in his life, there was no doubt about the weapons' power.
The Adamantium Shield swept through the horde of Zombies, claiming the lives of over a hundred, with Second-Level Zombies making up the majority. Zheng Yifan was becoming increasingly skilled in wielding this shield, feeling much more comfortable with it now, completely free of any sense of burden.
Fully immersed in battle, Zheng Yifan charged toward the mass of Zombies like a killing machine.
Behind him, five hundred members of the Guard Camp rushed to provide support. They employed every tactic at their disposal to protect Zheng Yifan, eliminating any Zombies that posed a threat to him.
Ensuring the safety of the Gathering Place's leader was their primary responsibility; the outcome of the war was secondary to them.
Above all, safeguarding Zheng Yifan's safety was their utmost priority.
Among them, Li Ning stood out with his exaggerated performance. He had planted his Special Weapon into the ground, his Superpower surging as he unleashed his full strength. The area around him resembled a Duality hellscape, where his power tore apart every Zombie that entered. Those First-Level Zombies that ventured into this realm were shredded by the overwhelming force of Duality.
Tian Ye was not to be outdone; he had always been at a disadvantage until recently when he was struck by lightning, which fully unleashed his powers. He could now absorb stray electrical energy from nature.
For instance, at this moment, he flung out dozens of Spherical Lightning bolts that gradually spread outward, arcs of electricity swirling around him.
Suddenly, the intense power became even more ferocious. As the Spherical Lightning expanded to cover hundreds of square meters and discharged simultaneously, an absolute thunderstorm formed. The Zombies within were instantly electrocuted; this formidable force could conquer nearly all Second-Level Zombies, as lightning was an absolute counter to them.
Now Tian Ye had become increasingly adept at applying his Superpower. Once he plunged into the thunderous domain he created, it was as if a god of thunder had descended. He began to move with the entire lightning field. The Zombies lacked intelligence; they mindlessly charged toward the walls and their food. Countless Zombies rushed toward Tian Ye, allowing him to reap a bountiful harvest. The ground was piled high with Zombie Crystal s, sparkling and transparent, bringing a sense of tranquility just by looking at them. Occasionally, plant Tentacles emerged from the ground, cautiously absorbing nutrients.
In this battle, they might truly be the winners.
The lightning domain continued to move as the fight raged on. Li Ning's power served as a formidable barrier while Tian Ye acted as the strongest scythe—the scythe of death—harvesting lives and everything else that could be reaped.
The mass deaths of Zombies significantly alleviated pressure on Ruiguan; however, this was merely a snapshot of what the Guard Camp represented. The warriors of Guard Camp were like Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities. Zhou Rui transformed into thick fog, weaving through the Zombies. His power had yet to manifest as lethal toxic mist, but it was beginning to show promise. Within the fog lingered a faint yellow gas—this was the foundation for his entry into Third Stage, entirely derived from absorbing Old Wang's Plague by the riverbank.
However, his Plague power had undergone a new transformation. It was no longer the corrupted power of Plague, but rather a force that had evolved into a toxic mist suited to him.
Mist is formed through the sublimation of liquid. Floating in the air, it lacks a physical form, and the toxic mist was no different. It simply possessed corrosive properties.
Now, Zhou Rui was evolving in this direction.
The wisps of toxic mist purposefully drifted toward the Zombie Crystal of the Second-Level Zombie, slowly corroding it until the Zombie Crystal fell off, leading to the Zombie's demise.
He was still unable to deal with Third-Stage Zombies; they could effectively protect their Zombie Crystal s. Unless one possessed immense power, it was impossible to breach that defense.
The other warriors fought bravely, but most were still First-Level Espers. They lacked substantial combat experience.
However, that didn’t matter; they were a cohesive unit, a team where all Superpowered Individuals fought together. The Zombies were gradually worn down as if being devoured by them.
There were no flashy super moves, but they were effectively eliminating Zombies.
Yet, the most eye-catching figure was Shi Laonian. Now that he had broken free from the entanglement of other Zombies, with Zheng Yifan and others holding back the powerful Third-Stage Zombie and the relentless Ordinary Zombies, he only had to deal with the massive Zombie before him.
He felt more at ease as his Superpower surged within him. He executed a series of Drunken Fist techniques with great finesse, feeling exhilarated. He had never before used all his skills in such a way; real combat wasn’t like a martial arts demonstration where one could show off every move. It was often about delivering a decisive blow. But now, in order to confront this Zombie, he showcased nearly everything he had learned throughout his life. The essence of Drunken Fist was revealed to a significant extent. After all, Drunken Fist was ultimately aimed at ordinary humans; many techniques proved ineffective against such a colossal Zombie.
For instance, throat locks.
You simply couldn’t lock down a massive Zombie the size of a flower bed; its enormous body was beyond the reach of ordinary techniques. Each move had been modified by Shi Laonian himself, and only through his mastery could he truly achieve this level of skill.
Such mastery was indeed precious.
He practiced all the variations of Drunken Fist he knew, including the Drunken Eight Immortals, Taibai Drunken Fist, Drunken Wu Song, and Drunken Lu Zhi Shen Strikes the Mountain Gate. Then, he seamlessly integrated them, creating a fluid connection between the techniques that felt entirely natural, devoid of any rigid structure.
The power of his Superpower vibrated increasingly stronger, resonating like a tidal wave that expanded continuously, nurtured within the massive Zombie's body. This was a method of utilizing Superpower that Shi Laonian had gradually developed during his battles. Each individual needed to refine their own Superpower system through constant practice.
With no prior knowledge to reference or learn from, they could only rely on themselves to break through, comprehend, and truly explore how to wield their Superpower.
The famous thinker, writer, playwright, and poet Shakespeare once said, "There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers' minds."
The same applied to the Superpower in the Apocalyptic World; with the same Superpower in the hands of a thousand people, there would be a thousand different methods of usage. What worked for others might not work for you; forging one's own path was the future goal for every Superpowered Individual.
They were all exploring; they were pioneers of the Superpower Era. They had to perfect their systems to find the path to advancement.
Now Shi Laonian had found it—the direction for his Superpower evolution. As a martial arts master in the Post-Apocalypse, it was even more challenging for him to discover his path. After all, he already had a well-structured martial arts system in his mind that could not fully integrate with his Superpower.
However, now against this enormous Zombie, he gradually grasped the essence of combat in this world and transformed his usual Drunken Fist from merely dealing with humans to becoming comprehensive.
Not only did it need to handle similar beings but also Zombies and beasts. His physical strength reached its peak, and the application of Superpower perfectly merged with his Fist Technique.
Gradually, he felt an elevation—a transcendence of power—as the energy between his hands grew increasingly abundant. With every movement, his Superpower surged like a tidal wave.
With each attack, the Superpower within him naturally manifested; wherever his fist landed, the Superpower followed.
The oscillating force slowly dismantled the Zombie's only resistance capability. Its muscles were already at their limit; even if it was a Zombie, it still retained the most basic needs of all living beings. If it could still move with only a skeletal frame left, that would be truly bizarre—but it couldn't do that. So now its attacks slowed down while Shi Laonian's strength increased. With every punch he delivered, an elusive hidden force entered the massive Zombie's body, reverberating and accumulating power as if endlessly enhancing itself—waiting for that moment of explosion.
Meanwhile, Shi Laonian's Superpower was gradually improving. The Third Stage was not easy to reach; aside from rare opportunities like Zheng Yifan's almost enlightening advancement, true progression required individual chance encounters. The Third Stage was a hurdle; the Fifth Level was a gate.
Crossing these two levels truly meant entering the world of Superpowered Individuals, where the secrets of Superpowers lay, and where one could genuinely master their own strength.
Shi Laonian was clearly not enough to reach the Fifth Level, but his entry into the Third Stage was almost a certainty. With each attack, his Superpower grew stronger, and eventually, every punch he threw completely abandoned external force. All of his Fist Techniques became extraordinarily bizarre; even when striking the massive Zombie, no visible wounds were left behind. Not even a shred of flesh was dislodged, yet his power undeniably penetrated deep into the giant Zombie's body.
Zheng Yifan silently observed Shi Laonian's battle. It was a display of a martial arts master's lifelong skills, so captivating that he nearly held his breath in awe.
Five minutes passed—short in comparison to the entire fight—but for Shi Laonian, it represented the pinnacle of his life thus far, the moment when his strength was at its most formidable.
His body was drenched in sweat, a testament to his lifelong diligence.
As his form gradually became clearer, Shi Laonian steadied himself, facing the enormous Zombie head-on.
The gigantic Zombie raised its own fist, channeling all its power into it.
"Die!" Shi Laonian shouted loudly, his voice resonating. He no longer resembled an elderly man on the verge of collapse. The massive fist, as large as a car, crashed down onto Shi Laonian's ordinary fist—a direct clash without any embellishments.
Only the sound of cracking echoed slowly through the air.
It was as if something had shattered; the sound was crisp and terrifying.
Shi Laonian's body began to tilt backward; he was exhausted and it was time for him to rest. (To be continued)
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