Pedantry, How Can You Survive the Apocalypse

"Impossible. The strength required to kill Rong Zhan and infiltrate this manor is absolutely not something a wet-behind-the-ears brat like you could possess!"

Steward Zhao still refused to believe it.

Fifty years of martial arts experience told him this was absolutely impossible.

You old fossil, I finally understand why you didn't survive.

Lin Zhiluo could see it clearly now.

Martial artists like Steward Zhao were simply unwilling to accept the fact that the system could increase one's attributes in the Doomsday Game.

Some were even stubborn enough to refuse to allocate their attribute points.

In their eyes, these were all crooked paths and evil tricks.

As a result, once the seven-day novice protection period of the Doomsday Game ended.

The kung fu they had painstakingly practiced for decades was not even as good as a random zombie on the street.

This also led to none of these people meeting a good end.

Logically speaking, people with a foundation in martial arts should have been able to survive better in the apocalypse.

It was just a pity that Lin Zhiluo hadn't seen many people who truly knew Dragon Kingdom kung fu even by the late stages of the apocalypse.

Lin Zhiluo couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on Steward Zhao.

He threw a punch directly toward Steward Zhao.

Steward Zhao had, after all, practiced martial arts for decades.

Facing Lin Zhiluo's fist, which was packed with immense power, he reacted quickly.

He planted his feet in a horse stance, crossed his arms, and chose to block.

"Thud, thud, thud."

Steward Zhao retreated three steps before he could dissipate the force of Lin Zhiluo's blow.

Not bad.

Lin Zhiluo couldn't help but look at Steward Zhao with a bit more respect.

If this punch of his had landed on Rong Zhan, it would have knocked him flat immediately.

A trace of fear flickered in Steward Zhao's eyes.

With just this one punch, he had already fallen completely into a disadvantageous position.

It seemed he would have to risk his old life.

Thinking of this, Steward Zhao's gaze turned cold.

Using some unknown method, his body actually began to swell.

Although Lin Zhiluo didn't know what kind of kung fu Steward Zhao was using.

But a normal person would never just stand there and watch their opponent charge up a big move.

The Tang Dao appeared in his hand.

Lin Zhiluo rushed forward and slashed directly at Steward Zhao's chest.

Steward Zhao was helpless and had to stop his charging mid-way, stumbling backward several steps to barely dodge Lin Zhiluo's Tang Dao.

"You, you have no martial virtue!" Steward Zhao said angrily.

Who cares about your martial virtue? Whether you have it or not has nothing to do with me.

Lin Zhiluo felt quite helpless.

Brother.

The Qing Dynasty has already fallen.

Still playing with martial virtue? Why don't you go talk about martial virtue with the zombies?

What a pure, old-fashioned fossil.

Taking advantage of Steward Zhao's rising anger, Lin Zhiluo swung his blade again.

Steward Zhao didn't dare to clash head-on with the Tang Dao and could only retreat two more steps in frustration.

Damn it, I should have learned how to use weapons when I was studying martial arts back then.

Only learning empty-handed combat, I can't win like this.

Steward Zhao was filled with gloom.

Lin Zhiluo was waiting for Steward Zhao to retreat!

Lin Zhiluo suddenly accelerated with the Tang Dao.

In an instant, he slashed toward Steward Zhao's right arm, which he didn't have time to pull back.

"Explosive Dual Slash."

The Tang Dao, which even left an afterimage in the air, struck directly onto Steward Zhao's right arm.

This strike landed directly on the radius of Steward Zhao's right arm.

Immediately following, a second strike, too fast for anyone to react to, hit the exact same spot.

This time, the radius of Steward Zhao's arm could no longer hold out.

The radius snapped, and the entire forearm was severed, falling to the ground.

Steward Zhao stared at his severed right forearm on the floor, stunned.

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He had spent fifty years painstakingly practicing his martial arts, yet he had lost his hand in a single exchange?

He raised the remaining stump of his right arm, watching the blood gush out from the severed surface.

The immense grief in his heart had nowhere to vent.

Just then, he noticed a mark resembling an × at the site of his severed arm.

What is this?

It was the explosion mark from the Explosive Dual Slash!

The explosion mark was activated.

Even as Steward Zhao was still staring at his wound.

The explosion occurred!

Steward Zhao was unable to react at all and could only watch helplessly as the rest of his arm was blown to pieces.

Furthermore, because his face was so close, he also suffered the damage from the blast.

The explosion left Steward Zhao's face a bloody, mangled mess.

Even his eyes were covered in blood, making it impossible for him to see what was in front of him.

Lin Zhiluo, who had specifically waited for the explosion to end, raised his Tang Dao.

His gaze sharpened, and he swung his blade.

Steward Zhao felt a sudden chill across his throat.

He lost consciousness forever.

What a pathetic and pedantic man!

Living in the apocalypse, yet still stubbornly believing that a duel was about individual moves and techniques.

Still hung up on whether or not to observe martial ethics.

Facts proved that to survive, one needed not only sufficient strength but also a precise grasp of the situation and the ability to keep up with the times.

Lin Zhiluo did not bother with Steward Zhao's corpse.

Instead, he looked toward Li Haobo, who was hiding in the corner of the safe house.

Li Haobo had been scared unconscious at some point.

He lay slumped in the corner, motionless.

Lin Zhiluo strode forward and plunged his Tang Dao into Li Haobo's thigh.

Instantly, the intense pain jolted Li Haobo awake, and he let out a miserable shriek.

"Awake now? Done playing dead?" Lin Zhiluo removed his mask.

However, at the same time, the Tang Dao in his hand did not stop.

The Tang Dao continued to drive deeper into Li Haobo's thigh with a vibration frequency visible to the naked eye.

This was the Vibrating Blade Technique that Lin Zhiluo had created himself.

It was also the source of the horrific blade wounds that Rong Zhan had previously mentioned Yao Jinghan had suffered.

This special technique involved a unique, high-speed vibration as the blade entered, shredding all the surrounding muscle tissue and rapidly magnifying the pain caused by the wound.

Li Haobo had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Having been pampered his entire life, how could he possibly endure such agony?

After a heart-wrenching howl, his face streaked with tears, he fainted once again.

Lin Zhiluo pulled out the Tang Dao and stabbed it into Li Haobo's other thigh.

The excruciating pain struck again.

Li Haobo let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"I beg you, kill me, please just kill me." Li Haobo couldn't take it anymore; his mind was on the verge of collapse.

"Kill you? I'm definitely going to kill you; if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten." An apologetic expression appeared on Lin Zhiluo's face.

He seemed genuinely sorry for having forgotten to "entertain" Li Haobo.

Then, Lin Zhiluo took an "extremely special" dagger out of his storage space.

How special was it?

The special thing about this dagger was that it was discarded.

The blade was covered in notches, and the metal was riddled with rust.

Lin Zhiluo had taken a fancy to this treasure at first glance.

Wasn't this the legendary "Tetanus Dull Blade"?

As the saying goes, the duller the blade, the harder it is to cut.

Lin Zhiluo raised the "Tetanus Dull Blade" and stabbed it right into the wound on Li Haobo's thigh.

"AAAHHH!!!!!!"

Li Haobo's body began to shake violently.

"Ah, my apologies, this knife is too dull, it didn't pierce through. My mistake," Lin Zhiluo hurriedly "apologized."

As it turned out, the blade hadn't pierced through at all; Lin Zhiluo had simply used the dull edge to forcefully tear the wound open.

To make up for his mistake, Lin Zhiluo raised the dull blade once again.

This time, he put all his strength into it and drove it fiercely into Li Haobo's palm.

"This stab is for myself."