Chapter 723 The Final Battle of Ice City (Part Twelve)
On a hillside far behind, three figures of different colors were still fighting desperately.
At this moment, the usually calm and composed zombie king's expression became increasingly ferocious.
"Die! Die! Die! You brat, you'd better die!"
He roared furiously as he swung his massive scythe, repeatedly clashing it against the Tang sword.
At this moment, the Zombie King's scarlet armor became tattered and riddled with crisscrossing wounds all over his body.
The culprit behind all of this is none other than Han Shuo, who is standing right in front of us.
The Zombie King never imagined that this kid, whom he had only met three times that night, would become so terrifyingly powerful after injecting that mysterious liquid.
It was so terrifying that even he...unconsciously fell into a disadvantageous position!
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Han Shuo, who has fought to this point, appears to have even more exaggerated injuries compared to the Zombie King.
His upper body, covered in black clothing, had been torn to shreds by the scythe, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique against the night sky.
The most severe, deep, bone-exposing wound on his right shoulder extended even to his left waist.
Despite this, Han Shuo still did not fall!
He was already used to the same excruciating pain, which not only did not weaken him, but also fueled his fighting spirit!
Because, under the influence of the blue liquid, his body's self-healing speed had subtly surpassed that of the Zombie King.
In less than half a minute, the huge wound healed completely at a speed visible to the naked eye!
However, the zombie king in front of him was too troublesome. Even though Han Shuo launched an attack with all his might and abandoned all his defenses, he was still unable to kill the opponent with his Tang sword.
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Feng, who was playing a supporting role, did not have the same exaggerated healing ability as the two of them.
He is currently the weakest of the three due to his injuries.
His physical strength had been pushed to its limit time and time again, and blood was flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth.
No one knew how bad his physical condition was at this moment, but! Feng still persisted, and as always, the two short blades flashed through the air.
Because the Zombie King hadn't fallen, and neither had his brothers, Feng refused to fall prematurely!
What has sustained him until now is his unwavering determination to kill the zombie king.
This time, because of Han Shuo's sudden surge in strength, Feng saw a glimmer of hope. This was the closest he had ever come to success in his life!
In order to obtain the black blood from the Zombie King, for the greater good of humanity, and for all mankind to return to the peaceful era, Feng believed that no matter what the outcome was tonight, as long as he succeeded, everything would be worthwhile.
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With the two sides fighting so fiercely, either side could be the last one standing.
Faced with the two's fierce attacks, the Zombie King gradually adjusted his fighting style.
He began to retreat continuously.
He also realized that Han Shuo's sudden surge in strength was because he had been injected with the same medicine as Yue Zongyang.
He has some experience with this kind of situation.
He knew that this kind of improvement, which came at the cost of burning his life, could not last long.
Since he can't do anything to his opponent right now, he only needs to protect his vital parts, switch from offense to defense, hold on and wait for Han Shuo to fall before launching a counterattack.
We must temporarily avoid their sharp edge, in order to seize the final victory!
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However, as time went on, the zombie king vaguely sensed something was amiss.
A few minutes passed, and he noticed that Han Shuo, unlike Yue Zongyang, did not fall down at the same time. Instead, he seemed to be getting stronger as the battle progressed.
"Damn it! How can this kid hold out for so long!"
He cursed under his breath, and just then, the blade of Han Shuo's Tang sword seized an opening in the zombie king's defenses and slashed through its chest.
"Thump, thump..."
A deep red heart, almost black, beat powerfully. This was the first time the zombie king's heart, which contained black blood, had been exposed to the two of them.
The wound healed quickly; Han Shuo's cut was ultimately too shallow and did not take the zombie king's life!
However, this blow served as a wake-up call for Wang!
"Am I going to lose...?"
The word "defeat" surfaced in the Zombie King's mind for the first time tonight.
How could a proud king allow himself to suffer such a cowardly defeat?
The next moment, the zombie king fully regained consciousness and, in a fit of rage, began his final counterattack.
At this moment, after repeatedly healing his wounds quickly, the enormous energy within him was almost depleted.
Compared to gambling on how long Han Shuo could hold out, he would rather exchange one of Han Shuo's men for his own before he dies!
If he acts quickly enough, victory may still ultimately belong to him.
Because, in a one-on-one situation, the zombie king was confident that he was not afraid of anyone in front of him!
He forcefully deflected the oncoming short blade, then slashed Han Shuo's ankle with his scythe and kicked him away.
Having temporarily forced Han Shuo to retreat, the Zombie King has now set his sights entirely on Feng.
"Number One! Die!"
Ultimately, his resentment towards the wind ran deeper.
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With Han Shuo briefly knocked away, Feng had no choice but to shoulder all the pressure himself.
Even though he was exhausted and his moves were somewhat distorted, and even though he was covered in wounds and might not be able to withstand the zombie king's desperate attack, Feng did not retreat even a step.
In his view, this was a rare opportunity for his side to win. Once Han Shuo landed and readjusted his center of gravity, he could then launch another attack.
"Jingle bells—!"
The weapons of both sides clashed at high speed. Soon, Feng, who was already somewhat exhausted, had his two short blades knocked away by the zombie king's scythe.
However, this time, the wind made its final choice...
Despite losing his weapon, he advanced instead of retreating!
Unarmed, he gripped the zombie king's shoulders tightly with both hands, doing everything in his power to prevent it from escaping, all to create an opportunity for Han Shuo to deliver the fatal blow!
He believed in his brother, and that the next blow would surely end the battle!
He never considered whether he, now so vulnerable, could survive the zombie king's onslaught of attacks.
Tonight, he never cared about... his own life.
As long as humanity wins in the end, that's enough for the wind!
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