Chapter 573 is about to begin the cleanup operation.
Next, the chaotic battle of 1 vs 4 officially began.
At first, the three of them—Golden Man, Fatty, and Little Zhao—couldn't withstand Feng's attack and were kicked away in an instant.
Only Han Shuo could barely keep up with Feng, but after a few moves, he was forced back immediately.
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Seeing that the situation was becoming one-sided, Feng frowned.
With a flick of his wrist, he finally pulled out the two short blades bearing his name:
A mournful cry!
His two short blades were not for offense, but for defense.
Because he realized that the four people in front of him were not as strong as he had initially thought; even if they attacked him together, they were still somewhat weak...
By simply launching attacks and repeatedly and quickly repelling their opponents, Han Shuo and his companions were not getting a very good combat experience.
Only by slightly reducing their intensity and shifting most of their offensive capabilities to defense can these four individuals gain more combat experience in actual combat.
Today, Feng has gone to great lengths to help everyone grow.
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Then, as the wind began to loosen, the situation suddenly changed.
He stopped kicking the four people in front of him away and, dressed in white, moved with ghostly steps, flowing smoothly through the crowd.
"Jingle bells!"
The sounds of weapons clashing between the five men echoed continuously in the training room.
And so, the two sides fought each other for a while, until they were exhausted, and then one by one they slowly withdrew from the scene.
Although the blond-haired boy still had plenty of strength, he, like the other three, was kicked away and sat down on the spot, refusing to go forward again.
She was utterly defeated today...
This person is indeed the pinnacle of combat power among humans.
At the same time, through her battle with the wind, she also vaguely predicted some of the zombie king's combat power.
These two supreme beings are indeed terrifying beyond belief!
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"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"
Han Shuo sheathed his Tang sword and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
He gained a lot and also understood the gap between himself after his level 7 evolution and the wind.
Simply put, he won't be instantly killed, and he can briefly engage in a tug-of-war with Feng.
However, in terms of speed, strength, and other physical attributes, it is far inferior to Qifeng in all aspects.
"It's only two levels apart, but it's an insurmountable gap."
He silently gave himself a shout, showing no sign of discouragement.
Because he can continue to improve, he believes that one day he will be able to catch up with the wind!
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At this moment, while everyone was resting and adjusting, the fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and, panting heavily, spoke up.
"Wow, you're really amazing."
"By the way, why didn't you use the boomerang short blade just now? You could have thrown the weapon out like Han Shuo and let it fly back. That would have been so cool!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng turned his wrist without any expression.
The next moment, two short blades flew out of his hands, drawing two symmetrical arcs to the left and right, directly attacking the fat man.
Just as they were about to reach the fat man's temples, the two short blades hovered in the air for a moment before spinning and flying back into Feng's hands.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I almost went to meet the King of Hell."
This action nearly scared the fat man to death; if those two short blades had been just an inch closer, they could have pierced his temples.
The boss is indeed a boss; he used this move much more skillfully than Han Shuo.
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At the same time, the sound of the wind reached the ears of the four people.
"I like to always keep my weapon in my own hands."
As soon as the words fell, Han Shuo's body jolted violently.
This seemingly insignificant sentence made him realize many things.
Yes, Feng had been fighting the Zombie King. With both sides being so evenly matched, keeping the weapon in his own hand would indeed make him feel safer.
This long-range, circling attack method is certainly useful and stylish, but it can only be used against enemies whose combat strength is lower than your own.
If the difference in skill level between the two sides is not significant, and one cannot instantly kill a stronger enemy, then throwing one's weapon away would be an extremely foolish act.
After understanding these principles, Han Shuo broke out in a cold sweat.
"Use this tactic with caution! You must be very careful when using this move!"
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With that, the exchange between everyone came to an end.
After today, Han Shuo's team's strength will rise to another level.
Once he reached level 7, it could be said that apart from the wind and the Zombie King, almost no alien species or enemy could pose a threat to his life.
Of course, large-scale zombie hordes, hordes of zombie beasts, and flocks of zombie birds must also be excluded.
After all, even a large number of ants can kill an elephant, a principle he naturally understood.
Even the wind becomes more cautious when facing such an endless and inexhaustible horde.
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After both Fatty and Xiao Zhao reached level 5, they were also considered to have entered the ranks of the strong.
Because level 4 and level 5 is a major dividing line.
Among the green-eyed mutants, the most terrifying beings are undoubtedly the giant zombies.
A level 4 opponent is no match for it, but a level 5 opponent can kill it!
Today, the two of them have each become capable of fighting on their own, truly becoming Han Shuo's right and left arms!
The three were full of confidence for tomorrow morning's operation.
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Feng had no intention of joining forces with Han Shuo and the others to clean up the remaining corpse-covered people.
In his view, this group, along with 2,000 bio-soldiers, was more than capable and should pose no risk in the face of the evil organization that could only control ordinary zombies.
Now, in the excellent medical environment of the senior center, Feng's injuries have almost fully recovered.
Even knowing that he had damaged his very foundation and that his lifespan had been greatly reduced, he did not succumb to despair.
That evening, he bid a brief farewell to everyone and left the base alone.
He went out to hunt down alien species. He needed to quickly gather the remaining 600 drops of turbid fluid he required to complete his next evolution.
He wanted to become stronger; he hoped to fight the zombie king one last time before his life came to an end.
In this battle, he will not retreat; he will fight to the death!
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Han Shuo understood Feng's obsession and did not try to dissuade him.
Although Feng is currently in his own team, he is a free spirit who can stay or leave as he pleases.
They will unconditionally support whatever the big shots want to do.
Moreover, Feng also said that since the Zombie King gained control of the death forces in the sky, he would not risk going into danger again without being sure of his chances.
This time, they were only going to the wild to collect turbid liquid. They would return in a day or two if the time was short, and would definitely let Han Shuo and the others know they were safe within a week if the time was long.
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That very night, the three silver-haired siblings "awakened" all the cyborg warriors.
Han Shuo, Fatty, and Xiao Zhao also went to sleep early to ensure they could maintain their best condition for the upcoming events.
Everything is ready; everyone is just waiting for tomorrow to arrive.
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