Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced at the cursing youth with a gloomy expression, and his violent impulses surged within his body.
No one who speaks to him like that has ever survived.
The young man was physically strong and possessed metal-based superpowers, so he believed he had a certain prestige among the survivors.
He is usually quite arrogant.
He wasn't going to take advantage of being bumped into for no reason.
He had seen the Zombie King's picture before, but only once, and he never associated the seemingly aloof man in front of him with the Zombie King.
The young man arrogantly looked at the zombie king Zhang Yiming, completely unaware that the nearby zombies were trembling and almost kneeling on the ground.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming's fingers tightened slightly, and black flames faintly emanated from his fingertips, as if the flames were about to burst out at any moment.
It flickers on and off.
The smell of blood and flesh filled his nostrils, and he could no longer hear what the other person was saying.
He subconsciously swallowed, his mind filled with bloodthirsty and violent emotions.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes, glanced at the young man with a gloomy look, and a gentle face flashed through his mind.
This is not that hellish world.
In any case, we must not pollute this world.
A hint of gloom flashed across his gloomy eyes. Zombie King Zhang Yiming's throat bobbed, and he turned to leave.
"Hey! Can't you speak properly? You haven't apologized yet!"
Completely unaware that he had just escaped a calamity, the young man saw Zombie King Zhang Yiming about to leave and arrogantly ran in front of him.
They acted as if you couldn't leave without apologizing.
"roll!"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming's voice was gloomy, and his fingers tightened even more.
Flesh and blood were right in front of him, clamoring without restraint.
If this were in that hellish future, this person would have been chopped up and fed to zombies long ago!
Zombie King Zhang Yiming's voice was cold to the bone, but he didn't exude any particularly powerful aura.
In the eyes of Zombie King Zhang Yiming, this pile of screaming flesh and blood in front of him was nothing more than a meal.
The prey is not worthy of him displaying any turbulent aura.
The young man was not frightened by the voice of the zombie king Zhang Yiming; on the contrary, he was enraged.
"Wow! This pretty boy has quite the temper!"
The strong young man, his body glowing with a faint yellow light, clenched his fist and slammed it into the face of the zombie king, Zhang Yiming.
He's used to being domineering.
At first glance, someone like Zombie King Zhang Yiming seems like a weak, pretty boy with no real strength.
The gloom in Zombie King Zhang Yiming's eyes instantly turned into an extremely sharp one. He slowly raised his hand and met the young man's fist head-on.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming appeared to be using no force, and his hands were loosely clenched.
The young man looked at the long, slender, and fair fist and snorted coldly.
A guy who looks good but is useless.
He only needs one punch to give this pretty boy a severe fracture.
As a strong and robust metal-type ability user, the young man has his pride.
They considered themselves superior because of their superpowers, and thought they were above ordinary people.
He was completely unaware of the occasional black flames emanating from the hands of Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
However, when he struck at the zombie king Zhang Yiming's limp fist, he saw black blood seeping out from the pale fist.
Instantly, his face turned pale.
He suddenly realized something and tried to pull his hand back, but it was too late.
Just now, when he threw a punch at the Zombie King Zhang Yiming, he had already used up all his strength.
He watched helplessly as the pale, soft fist opposite him collided with his sandbag-sized fist, which glowed with a yellow light.
The yellow fist, the size of a sandbag, twisted instantly upon impact with the soft fist, flipping over in a bizarre posture.
Each of the five fingers has its own thoughts.
Each finger twists in a different direction.
Click~
The young man heard the sound of bones breaking.
From the fingertips all the way up the entire arm, it twisted instantly, the bones snapped into several pieces, and the white bone fragments pierced the skin instantly.
The excruciating pain instantly traveled from my arm to my mind.
"ah--"
The young man let out a piercing scream.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming smiled wickedly.
What a beautiful sound.
The tall young man curled up in pain, covered in sweat, staring in terror at the grinning young man before him.
"Brother, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault, please... forgive me! I'll never do it again!"
The young man wanted to slap himself twice more to show his sincerity.
But the pain in his arm forced him to curl up on the ground, unable to move.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming smirked at the young man, a wicked smile playing on his lips, “...Too late.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of fists landing solid echoed.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming raised and lowered his long arms repeatedly.
Seemingly soft fingers, every time they touch a young person, can cause a bone to fracture and twist instantly.
The sound of bones breaking was incessant.
The young man's terrified gaze soon became unfocused.
Then, there was no more life.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming squinted, his fists pounding down one after another, listening intently to the beautiful music.
Red blood slowly flowed from various parts of the young man's body.
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