Chapter 598 The Wind Comes to the Rescue
"Faster! So fast!"
Just as that crimson figure reached Han Shuo, he only had time to raise his Tang sword to his chest before being sent flying by a strange force.
"puff!"
His body churned violently, and a gush of blood spurted from his mouth.
Han Shuo was already seriously injured, and this only made things worse!
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"Hmm? You do have some strength. You were able to hold off my sudden attack for a while."
The zombie king looked at Han Shuo lying on the ground and did not press his advantage.
On the contrary, Lao Wu and his group immediately pulled the trigger as soon as the battle began.
"Da da da da da..."
A dense hail of bullets rained down on the zombie king.
Unfortunately, even armored zombies can withstand bullets, so how could this king be afraid of such an attack?
"Ding ding ding ding..."
The next moment, the bullet struck the zombie king, making a crisp sound.
After the sound, without leaving a trace on its body, the bullet fell to the ground with a clatter.
The zombie king emerged unscathed from the hail of bullets.
His scarlet skin had long since hardened like armor, eerily strong!
With a sudden wave of his hand, he stirred up a cloud of sand, temporarily blinding Lao Wu and his group, before ignoring the people around him.
Seeing Han Shuo get up from the spot again, the zombie king launched another attack.
At this moment, he was only interested in Han Shuo!
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At the same time, Han Shuo, with an extremely serious expression, re-adjusted his fighting stance.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he stared intently at the crimson figure rapidly approaching him.
Upon witnessing the Zombie King's speed, he involuntarily recalled the scene of his sparring match with Feng not long ago.
He knew that the difference in combat power between these two supreme experts was negligible.
If I can hold out against the wind for a while, then I certainly can against the Zombie King!
The fear in his heart vanished instantly, and he quickly regained the feeling of that sparring match. Han Shuo gritted his teeth, gripped his Tang sword tightly, and fearlessly faced the attack head-on.
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Bang!
This time, being prepared, he saw the zombie king's hand movements clearly, raised his foot to block the palm strike, and took a few steps back without falling to the ground again.
Immediately afterwards, Han Shuo steadied himself, brandished his Tang sword, and launched his first attack!
The two, one man and one king, have officially clashed!
In a short span of time, the two sides exchanged several moves with lightning speed.
The zombie king didn't use his giant scythe; he easily dealt with the zombies with his bare hands.
He was able to dodge every single one of Han Shuo's attacks, but to his surprise, Han Shuo was also able to barely withstand every punch and palm strike from him.
Although Han Shuo kept retreating during the battle, he did not fall to the ground for a long time.
This caused the zombie king's curiosity to slowly turn into surprise.
He remembered that when he first met this person, the other person was so weak that he had no ability to fight back against a giant zombie.
In just over two years, this person has grown to this level so quickly?
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"Level 7 evolution or level 8?"
The Zombie King muttered to himself with great interest.
The brief exchange allowed him to roughly estimate Han Shuo's current level of evolution.
Because he knew that the previous Steward Wang had reached level 6 evolution.
Those who have evolved to level 6 cannot keep up with my speed at all, and only after reaching level 7 can they barely exchange a few blows with me.
But that's all...
The gap between the two sides was still quite large. Soon, when the Zombie King found an opening in Han Shuo's defenses, he kicked him away again.
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"Smack!"
Han Shuo, who was sent flying backward, coughed up blood. His body felt like it had fallen apart. He was not in his best condition to begin with, so it was already quite remarkable that he was able to withstand several blows from the zombie king without dying.
Although the two sides seem to be only two levels apart, it's like a fight between children and adults; the class gap becomes more and more obvious as they progress.
It's important to know that the amount of turbid fluid required for the 8th evolution alone is equivalent to the total amount of turbid fluid required for evolutions 1 through 7.
Two levels, two levels... at this moment, it is an insurmountable chasm.
but!
Han Shuo still did not give up. He tried to open his eyes, and as he was flying backward in the air, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames as he stared at the invincible being in front of him.
Just before he was about to crash heavily to the ground, he twisted his wrist and threw the black crystal Tang sword in his hand again with all his might.
However, when the zombie king turned his head and saw the Tang sword that was arcing towards him, he simply raised one finger quickly.
"It's just a trivial skill."
As soon as the sound faded, there was a "ding" sound, and he actually used his fingers to deflect the sharp blade of the Tang sword.
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"Smack!"
The sound of the Tang sword hitting the ground rang out simultaneously with the sound of Han Shuo smashing his sword.
"Hands, fingers?"
Han Shuo, his eyes still blurry with sleep, shouted a few words of disbelief in his mind.
"He... he actually managed to block it with just one finger?"
"Is it because my strength is insufficient? Or is my Tang sword not sharp enough?"
"Perhaps...it's a combination of both..."
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, lay quietly on the ground, panting heavily. His body, already injured, was somewhat unresponsive.
Defeated, defeated, utterly defeated, a defeat without a doubt...
At this moment, Han Shuo unconsciously recalled Qing Yu's face.
"Brothers, I hope you can discover the situation here beforehand, and don't come here to die with us..."
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The battle between the two sides lasted only a few seconds from start to finish.
The outcome of a battle between the strong can be decided so quickly!
The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious, and the outcome could be predicted in the blink of an eye.
The yellow sand in front of Lao Wu and his group had just cleared when they saw Han Shuo fall to the ground.
The crowd quickly gathered around him, helped him up, and asked him with concern.
"Captain Han, how are you?!"
"Han Shuo, Han Shuo..."
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"Thump, thump, thump!"
At that moment, the sound of the zombie king's footsteps echoed once more.
"You little rascal, you do have some skill. My dog, you didn't lose unjustly."
After he finished speaking those words to himself, the expression on his face instantly turned cold.
He vaguely sensed Han Shuo's special qualities and his potential for development.
When faced with such a genius who grows up in a short period of time, what he likes to do most is to crush the opponent before they are weak, so as not to give such a person any time to continue to grow!
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"To be honest, I admire you somewhat."
"But! You'd better stay here for me today!"
As soon as the voice fell, the zombie king suddenly tugged at the chain in his hand.
The enormous scythe flew through the air and slashed straight at Han Shuo in the crowd.
The speed was so fast that no one could react in time.
Just as the scythe was about to slash into the crowd, suddenly! A white figure appeared, blocking the zombie king's fatal blow head-on!
A white robe and two short blades.
The wind is coming!
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