Chapter 158 The Cruel Truth
"I want to remind you again, what is the most terrifying thing about zombies? Why we dare not provoke them easily, it is not because of their high level, but because of their gathering."
"Zombies are everywhere. They don't know what fear is. They don't know how to weigh the pros and cons. They are not afraid of pain or injury. Their most powerful weapon isn't their teeth, but their group attack!"
Her voice suddenly rose. "Do you know how many fourth- and third-level brothers died at the hands of first- and second-level zombies while defending the city? They fully accounted for half of the deaths! Even if you're higher level than me by then and can defeat a lower-level me, so what? By then, there will be countless zombies in front of you. If you take down one, countless more will swarm you. How many can you kill with your superpowers? How long can you hold out? Once your superpowers are exhausted, you'll be like them, lying on the ground, to be slaughtered by the zombies!"
With great force.
But on the stage, everyone was silent as a cicada.
They have never thought about this problem, or rather, have never encountered such a situation.
"Ask yourselves, what is the purpose of superpowers?"
"Some people say, kill the zombies. That's right. But how to kill them and when to use them? Have you ever thought about it?"
"Those low-level zombies stand there stupidly, slowly moving towards you. You wave your hand, and wherever your supernatural power passes, corpses fall. It's cool, right? But as they pour in, wave after wave, endlessly, the zombies in the front row fall, piling up at your feet, and those behind squeeze in, gradually closing the distance with you. You go from being very happy at the beginning to slowly starting to feel tired and exhausted, while the zombies on the opposite side seem to have never lacked at all. Those terrifying faces, each with their own unique characteristics, seem to appear as doubles before your eyes. You turn around, trying to find support, but there is nothing else in sight, only those creatures with their mouths wide open, taking advantage of your distraction to attack you from every possible direction."
"And you can only hit some of these enemies at a time. The rest, when you're not free, will recklessly and fearlessly claw at you, scratch you, and devour you based solely on instinct!"
"So, your supernatural powers gradually depleted, and your body began to weaken. You felt dizzy, nauseous, and your arms became so sore that you could no longer lift them."
"Countless people have been eaten alive like this. Some have had their arteries punctured, causing them to bleed to death, while others have had their bones and tendons severed, preventing them from escaping. And these are just low-level zombies. Those with courage, strategy, speed, and even greater powers won't foolishly stand still and wait for you to unleash your powers. They'll temporarily retreat, like you just did, waiting for your powers to run out, then seize the opportunity to strike hard. Often, a single encounter can determine victory or defeat; life or death depends on how you act in that split second."
She questioned everyone, "How many people, like them, think that having superpowers makes them superior? That having superpowers means they have nothing to worry about? That having superpowers means they're fearless?"
"That's right, superpowers can give us stronger physiques, just like him." Lu Ming pointed at the half-naked man, who was being "praised" like this in public. He felt ashamed for no reason, crossed his arms uncomfortably, and his eyes were wandering.
She continued, "It makes us stronger, faster, and more endurance-rich than ordinary people. However, superpowers are also a double-edged sword. When we use our powers, we often neglect our own training. Then, like them, once our powers are exhausted, our "good" bodies will only become more flesh for the zombies!"
"If you had carefully observed this battle just now, you would have been able to learn from their strengths while also seeing their fatal mistakes."
"The first mistake was not moving at all during the entire battle, which exposed my position and made it very easy for the enemy to launch a surprise attack."
"The second mistake was throwing my superpowers at the long-range target like crazy from the start. One hit missed, and then another wasted effort."
"The third mistake is exhausting one's own abilities when one knows the opponent is superior to oneself without absolute certainty."
"The fourth mistake was that the three of them had no sense of crisis at all. Even though I wasn't very fast, they couldn't dodge the final attack."
She looked at the three people beside her who were bowing their heads and clenching their fists, and asked, "Are you ashamed? If you really go to the battlefield like this, you will lose your lives!"
"Close combat is not about close combat, it's not about fighting, it's not about those fancy-looking moves and techniques.
It's your awareness of danger, your muscle memory, that's trained to automatically react before your brain can react, saving your life. Those veterans of the Chaoyang Squad you admired never relied on their superpowers; they saw them only as tools to save themselves, others, and turn the tide of battle. They never used their powers lightly, and exhausting them was rare. So, how did they kill zombies before this?
"Close combat, relying on cold weapons, relying on those guns and ammunition that you now disdain."
"Now, does anyone still think that learning close combat is a waste of time?"
She looked around and asked seriously.
Everyone present felt something was wrong at this moment. They had thought they would see a fist-fighting, exhilarating fight, or even a dramatic fight like beauty versus the beast. However, the whole process was just one side foolishly releasing their powers while the other kept dodging. Until the very end, the two sides really fought for a few seconds. However, they hardly even saw these few seconds clearly before one side was knocked down by a light move.
But thinking back on the entire battle, they seemed to feel the real horror, as if this would be the fate they would face when facing zombies in the future.
No matter who goes up, none of them can necessarily say that they can do better than those three people.
Therefore, the outcome of this battle was both unexpected and reasonable to them.
So reasonable that it is cruel, so real that it is terrifying.
At this moment, the three people finally understood where they were wrong.
If they have never personally experienced the despair of having their superpowers exhausted while their enemies remain unscathed, they will never know that a warrior can only rely on themselves, not weapons or superpowers.
"Okay, you guys digest it on your own. That's all for today. get out of class dismissed."
Seeing that they all began to fall into deep thought and no longer had the carelessness or suspicion they had at the beginning, Lu Ming felt relieved and mercifully let them go.
She walked out the door first, but was stopped before she had gone far.
"Instructor!"
Turning around, she saw the man in gold. He was already dressed and running after her.
"What's wrong?" Lu Ming asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you. Uh, and my name is Li Nan."
The man scratched his head and said this hesitantly.
Lu Ming patted his shoulder and smiled: "Train well."
The man nodded heavily, "Yes! I will."
Only then did Lu Ming turn around and leave.
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