Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 940: Chapter 925: Sneak Attack Battle (11)

With both hands gripping the wall, Old Xu kicks with his legs, leveraging himself to flip over and enter.

After landing, just as he was about to adjust the length of the cloth on his wrist, a low growl startled Old Xu.

Dammit!! There are zombies in this damned place too!!

Even though the night is hazy and he cannot see the surrounding things clearly, the shuffling figure in front of him and the scraping footsteps on the ground let even a fool know it can’t be a living person.

The zombie also spotted Old Xu’s figure, and it seemed quite excited. After all, in the past half a year, this was the first time it saw a living creature appear in front of it.

The mutated bloodthirsty gene propelled the zombie to move quickly, and soon it was low in front of Old Xu.

Tattered clothes, disheveled hair, a ruthless face cracked and concave like the surface of the moon, with two white eyeballs protruding out, at first glance look just like "Gollum" from the Hollywood epic "The Lord of the Rings."

The zombie showed enough courtesy to Old Xu’s arrival, it raised both arms, wobbling its body, wanting to give Old Xu a bear hug.

Of course, Old Xu wouldn’t give the other party this "advantage-taking" opportunity, instinctively reaching towards his waist to draw a knife and kill the enemy.

But when he reached for his waist, he was stunned to find that he hadn’t carried any weapon at all; the Tiger’s Fang he usually wore had been discarded early in the car, worried about confiscation by Japanese students.

In a panic, Old Xu had no choice, he could only choke the beast’s neck with his bare hands.

But everyone knows, dealing with zombies, unless you destroy their brain center, any actions are futile.

Luckily, the zombie Old Xu is fighting now is not the "adapted" evolved zombie; otherwise, with his current state, honestly it’s a bit...

Old Xu’s strength is considerable, and the zombie does not fall behind, simply from a wrestling standpoint, they seem evenly matched.

But Old Xu knows very well, competing with the beast in strength is definitely not a wise choice, because zombies never tire; they are like perpetual motion machines, continuously maintaining energy supply.

While Old Xu, being human, with the passage of time, will eventually experience moments of weakening strength.

Besides, what upsets Old Xu more is that on this rooftop, there are not just one but several hidden zombies.

As he competes with the zombie in front of him, Old Xu spots 3 or 4 zombies swaying out from inside the rooftop room.

Undoubtedly, these guys are all attracted by his commotion.

He must quickly deal with the beast in front of him; otherwise, if surrounded by the new zombies, he is surely doomed.

Thinking of this, Old Xu withdrew his fist and swung it towards the zombie’s face.

But unexpectedly, just as the fist reached halfway, it suddenly stiffened, and by the time the fist wind touched the zombie, most of its strength had dissipated.

Although the zombie was still hit by Old Xu’s fist, swaying and leaning back, it was far from Old Xu’s original intent to knock it back.

Dammit! The culprit behind this situation is the thin rope tied to Old Xu’s wrist.

This tool meant to provide Old Xu with information downstairs has now become a burden restricting his actions.

Old Xu wants to break free, but the zombie evidently won’t give him a chance to act.

The punched zombie is obviously enraged by Old Xu’s "violence", seeing a mere ant daring to show arrogance in front of it, it shook its shriveled head and pressed on Old Xu again.

Simultaneously, those four hidden zombies seized the gap as Old Xu was trapped, getting closer.

What to do? Continuing to tangle like this means certain death.

In desperation, Old Xu decisively raised his right arm, then reversed his grip to lock the zombie in front, exhibiting a set of grappling techniques, using the rope on his wrist to choke the zombie tightly.

Then used it as a human shield to block the subsequent advancing beasts, kicking to trip a zombie on his left.

Then, with a twist of both hands, he brutally broke the neck of the bound zombie.

The beast with a broken neck immediately lost control of its body, and Old Xu felt his arms sink; as the zombie was about to weaken, he quickly wrapped his arms and supported it. Then spun around again with a kick, his foot landing squarely on the newly blocked zombie.

Taking advantage of this reversal gap, Old Xu smoothly untied the thin rope binding the zombie in his arms. Freed from the beast’s entanglement, Old Xu immediately gathered his strength, raised his foot, and fiercely stomped the zombie lying on the ground.

Goodness, this heavy forceful stomp isn’t something a zombie can endure; its skull, long transformed and osteoporosis-prone, was predictably crushed by Old Xu. Blood and juice splattered like a flood unleashed.

However, even so, Old Xu’s crisis has yet to end. His keen intuition honed by years of blood and fire alerts him to danger coming from behind.

Thus, without hesitation, Old Xu immediately does a sweeping leg rotation, a 180-degree spin on the ground. A random Black Shadow tumbles to the ground.

Old Xu takes a tiger leap charging over, pinning the beast underneath, lifting its head high with both hands before slamming it down heavily.

"Puff!" A single crisp thud could be heard, the zombie planning an ambush had its head smashed like a watermelon.

Two down, but it’s only just begun, because Old Xu already hears the scraping footsteps behind him.

He does not dare to slow down, quickly scanning with his eyes on the dark ground, finally, fortune favors the determined, by the edge of the wall he manages to grab a piece of shattered stone.

The stone isn’t large, but its sharp triangular shape makes it a natural "weapon."

Old Xu rolls again, and sure enough, as he leaves the area, a zombie directly crashes down.

Unfortunately, the beast only ends up with the shattered skull of its fellow corpse, while Old Xu successfully reaches the corner of the wall, securing the "Shattered Stone Dagger."

As they say, with stone in hand, I’m the king of the world.

With a weapon now, Xu Renjie compared to him fighting bare-handed is definitely a dramatic shift in combat capability.

Old Xu’s reactions are swift, with the weapon in hand he hesitates not a bit, immediately backtracking towards the starting position for a counterattack.

The zombie who missed its attack is still caught up in the disappointment, its dull brain wondering where the delicious prey has gone?

But just as it struggled without understanding, Old Xu’s poised figure had already reached its front, along with the prepared sharp "Shattered Stone Dagger."

"Puff!" Unpredictably, the pointed stone strikes solidly into the zombie’s temple, and blood spews out instantly.

But to a zombie, this isn’t fatal; inversely, Old Xu’s appearance reignites the bloodthirsty excitement.

But Old Xu would not give the beast a chance to retaliate; he pressed the beast down single-handedly, then his right hand like an electric motor quickly hammered the beast’s temple repeatedly.

Before long, the right cheek of the severely damaged beast looked as miserable as though it suffered nuclear devastation, finally its arms drooped powerlessly, returning to where it ought to have gone. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian.com to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)

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