Apocalypse: The Great Reset
Chapter 880

How Could He Not Lift It?

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Crash!

Thick black blood burst out in an instant, splattering across the street and forming a complete circle on the ground. At the same time came a string of "thud, thud, thud" sounds as the zombie horde that had surrounded Chu Han before they could bite down had their heads collectively smashed apart. They fell one by one at flower-like angles, arranged into a perfect circle along the arc of Chu Han's steel rod. It was practically paradise for anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the instant before landing, Chu Han had already found the perfect angle and force, using the downward momentum and height difference to strike directly at the zombies' heads for a one-hit kill.

From the moment he jumped down until every zombie that had surrounded him was dead, Chu Han had not even used one percent of his strength. The killing had taken no more than the blink of an eye.

Thud!

His feet hit the ground, and Chu Han's straight, resolute figure stood firmly in the center of the circle. Not a single zombie remained where he stood.

Gao Shaohui stared blankly from the rooftop, a rare look of shock spreading across his face. As the direct heir of the Gao Family, one of the Mysterious Families, he had excelled in every aspect since childhood, whether within his family or compared to members of the other Mysterious Families. His education had been comprehensive as well.

With Gao Shaohui's eyesight, how could he fail to see that Chu Han's seemingly flashy move had actually conserved strength to an unbelievable degree?

Shock rose uncontrollably in his heart, while his curiosity doubled in an instant. Gao Shaohui's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Chu Han, as if he had encountered the most fascinating thing in the world.

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