"Third-Floor Storage Room," "Second-Floor Office," "Badminton Hall"...
Lin Zhiluo searched through the keys.
This really was an unexpected windfall.
With this key, he could skip the part where he had to smash the door, making less noise and attracting fewer zombies.
Thinking of that, Lin Zhiluo couldn't help thanking the zombie.
"Rear Left Door."
Found it!
He took out the key labeled "Rear Left Door."
"Grrr..."
"Grrr..."
Inside the Ping Pong Hall, more than a dozen zombies began wandering around slowly.
The closer it got to nightfall, the more active the zombies became.
"Click."
A faint sound rang out.
A wooden door opened.
Lin Zhiluo bent low and cautiously slipped inside.
He crawled beneath the ping-pong table closest to the door.
Using the little space beneath the table, he concealed himself.
"One, two, three..."
Lin Zhiluo began counting the zombies.
By the time he finished, he had found a total of seventeen.
That number hit a nerve with Lin Zhiluo.
In terms of stats, these zombies were about on par with him. An ordinary person would have to use all their strength just to deal with one.
But if he handled things himself, taking on seventeen wasn't impossible.
Besides, the doors to the Ping Pong Hall were closed. As long as he kept the noise down, the zombies outside probably wouldn't come in.
And the ping-pong tables were tall enough for him to use them to maneuver.
Lin Zhiluo glanced at his experience bar again. He needed four more experience points to reach level five.
A level-two zombie gave two experience points, so he would take out two first.
After leveling up, he could use hit-and-run tactics against the remaining fifteen zombies. It was entirely feasible.
As he thought this, Lin Zhiluo spotted a zombie approaching from his direction.
You'll do!
Lin Zhiluo quickly worked out the zombie's route and pace.
Then he tensed his body and waited quietly for the zombie to approach, like a venomous snake.
The footsteps drew closer. He held his breath.
When he saw the zombie's foot land exactly where he had calculated, he struck without hesitation.
First, he crawled out from under the ping-pong table, then rose to his feet. The Tang Dao in his hand sliced with pinpoint accuracy across the zombie's neck.
The zombie didn't even have time to react before its head was severed from its body. The black word "DEAD" floated above it.
His movements had been so quick and fluid that the other zombies hadn't noticed him after he took this one down.
So Lin Zhiluo crawled under a nearby ping-pong table.
"Thud." "Thump."
The zombie's body and head hit the floor separately.
The noise drew the other zombies' attention.
In an instant, they were all roused.
The clamor of their footsteps, the thuds as they crashed into the ping-pong tables, and the metallic scraping as the tables were shoved across the floor...
A cacophony of sounds rang out.
Fortunately, when the gym had been renovated, they had installed non-slip, sound-absorbing rubber flooring.
The doors to the various halls were soundproof enough, too.
The commotion here didn't attract the attention of the zombies outside the Ping Pong Hall.
When Lin Zhiluo, beneath the table, saw three pairs of feet gather near the corpse of the zombie he'd just killed, he swung the Tang Dao at their ankles without hesitation.
The sharp Tang Dao, combined with Lin Zhiluo's strength, severed all three zombies' feet at the ankles in an instant.
One zombie, having lost both feet, lost its balance and fell flat on its back.
Another, with one foot severed, staggered forward on its remaining leg for a few steps before falling as well.
However, Lin Zhiluo's position had now been exposed.
He crawled out from under the ping-pong table.
Ignoring the other zombies, he swung at the uninjured one on the far right of the three he had targeted at first.
The zombie was fairly sturdy and withstood a slash without dying.
Lin Zhiluo didn't bother with it again.
First, he bent down to dodge a zombie lunging at him from behind.
Then he grabbed the zombie that had lost both feet and hurled it like an obstacle at the large group of zombies rushing toward him.
The agitated zombies were completely unprepared. The hurled zombie crashed right into them.
Three or four zombies fell over at once.
Lin Zhiluo swung his Tang Dao, beheading the zombie that had lost one foot and was struggling to stand.
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[Congratulations, player "Yazi," for successfully killing a level-two zombie. You have gained 2 experience points and 3 Gold Coins.]
[Congratulations, player. You have reached level 5 and gained 1 free attribute point.]
[Player "Yazi" needs 100 more experience points to reach the next level.]
After level five, the experience needed to level up increased significantly.
Lin Zhiluo calmly put the one attribute point he had just gained into Agility.
Then he leaped onto a ping-pong table.
All the zombies in the Ping Pong Hall were heading toward Lin Zhiluo.
The zombies he'd knocked down earlier had already gotten back up.
Only the one that had lost both feet was still crawling.
Standing on the ping-pong table gave Lin Zhiluo a clear view of the area.
His mind raced. Years of combat experience helped him quickly find the best angle.
"Whirlwind Slash."
Lin Zhiluo flung the Tang Dao from his hand.
It formed a brilliant streak of blue light in the air.
The blade's arc sliced across a zombie's neck.
Right behind it, a running zombie—just as Lin Zhiluo had predicted—took two steps forward and "crashed" into the blade's arc.
Two black "DEAD" notifications appeared.
And that wasn't all!
After the Tang Dao reached the limit of its spin, it traced a perfect arc and flew back toward Lin Zhiluo.
He had predicted its trajectory with pinpoint accuracy!
A zombie lunging at Lin Zhiluo was struck at the back of the neck by the Tang Dao, and its life was snuffed out.
Lin Zhiluo caught the Tang Dao with ease.
That single "Whirlwind Slash" had taken out three zombies.
This kind of maneuver couldn't be summed up with a simple "It's just a skill."
It was the Combat Instinct Lin Zhiluo had developed over ten years in the apocalypse.
His fine control over the angle of the Tang Dao's throw, his complete understanding of its flight path, his precise predictions of the zombies' steps, direction, and movements...
And Lin Zhiluo's expression beneath his mask remained as calm as still water.
Taking out five zombies in one minute while surrounded by seventeen was nothing to him.
Now only twelve fearless zombies remained in the Ping Pong Hall, still charging straight at him.
And one zombie that had lost both feet was still doggedly crawling toward Lin Zhiluo.
Just as the two nearest zombies were about to grab his lower legs, Lin Zhiluo planted his right foot, lowered his body, took a long stride, and leaped.
He landed on the ping-pong table opposite.
The two zombies, reaching for where Lin Zhiluo had been, missed and slammed hard into the sturdy tabletop.
They let out furious roars in unison.
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