"Impossible! The strength to kill Rong Zhan, the ability to infiltrate the manor—there's no way a snot-nosed kid like you could have done that!"
Steward Zhao still couldn't believe it.
Fifty years of martial arts experience told him this was absolutely impossible.
What an old fossil. Now I understand why he didn't survive.
Lin Zhiluo could see it, too.
People like Steward Zhao, who had trained in martial arts, simply refused to accept that the system could increase their stats in the apocalypse.
Some were so stubborn that they wouldn't even spend their attribute points.
To them, all of it was unorthodox.
Then, once the Doomsday Game's seven-day protection period ended, the martial arts they'd spent decades practicing weren't even as useful as those of some random zombie on the street.
That was why people like them all met bad ends.
In theory, people with a martial arts background should have been better equipped to survive the apocalypse.
Unfortunately, even late into the apocalypse, Lin Zhiluo had rarely come across anyone who truly knew Dragon Kingdom kung fu.
Lin Zhiluo couldn't be bothered to waste words on Steward Zhao.
He simply punched straight at him.
Steward Zhao had, after all, studied martial arts for decades.
Faced with Lin Zhiluo's powerful punch, he reacted quickly.
He dropped into a horse stance and crossed his arms, choosing to block.
"Thud, thud, thud."
Steward Zhao staggered back three steps before managing to absorb the force of Lin Zhiluo's punch.
Not bad.
Lin Zhiluo couldn't help but look at Steward Zhao with newfound respect.
If that punch had landed on Rong Zhan, it would've knocked him flat.
A trace of fear showed in Steward Zhao's eyes.
With just one punch, he'd been completely outmatched.
Looks like I'll have to risk my life.
At the thought, Steward Zhao's gaze turned cold.
He used some unknown method, and his body began to swell.
Lin Zhiluo had no idea what technique Steward Zhao was using.
But no normal person would simply stand by and let their opponent unleash a big move.
A Tang Dao appeared in his hand.
Lin Zhiluo charged forward and slashed at Steward Zhao's chest.
Steward Zhao had no choice but to stop gathering strength. He stumbled back several steps, barely dodging Lin Zhiluo's Tang Dao.
"You—you have no honor!" Steward Zhao shouted angrily.
Who cares about honor? What does your honor have to do with me?
Lin Zhiluo was at a loss.
Come on.
The Qing Dynasty had been gone for ages.
You're still talking about honor? Why not talk honor with the zombies?
What a complete fossil.
While Steward Zhao was still fuming, Lin Zhiluo swung again.
Steward Zhao didn't dare meet the Tang Dao head-on, so he had no choice but to retreat another two steps.
Damn it, I should've learned how to use weapons back when I studied martial arts.
I only learned barehanded techniques. How am I supposed to win?
Steward Zhao was filled with frustration.
Lin Zhiluo had been waiting for him to retreat!
The Tang Dao accelerated sharply in Lin Zhiluo's hand.
In an instant, it slashed toward Steward Zhao's right hand, which he hadn't had time to pull back.
"Explosive Dual Slash."
The Tang Dao cut through the air so quickly it left afterimages, striking Steward Zhao's right arm.
The first slash cut through the radius in Steward Zhao's right arm.
Then, before anyone could react, the second slash struck the exact same spot.
This time, Steward Zhao's radius couldn't hold up.
It snapped, and the entire lower part of his arm was severed, dropping to the ground.
Steward Zhao stared at his severed forearm on the ground, stunned.
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He'd spent fifty years honing his martial arts, yet in a single exchange, he'd lost his hand?
He raised the remaining stump of his right arm and watched blood gush from the wound.
He had no way to vent the grief that overwhelmed him.
Just then, he noticed a mark resembling an × at the end of his arm.
What was that?
The Explosion Mark from "Explosive Dual Slash"!
The Explosion Mark activated.
While Steward Zhao was still staring at his wound, the explosion went off!
Steward Zhao couldn't react in time. He could only watch as the rest of his arm was blown apart.
And because his face was so close, he was caught in the blast, too.
The explosion left Steward Zhao's face a bloody mess.
Blood covered his eyes, leaving him unable to see what was in front of him.
Lin Zhiluo had deliberately waited for the explosion to finish. Now he raised his Tang Dao.
His gaze sharpened, and he swung.
Steward Zhao felt a coolness in his throat.
Then he lost consciousness.
What a pitiful, pedantic man!
Even in the apocalypse, he stubbornly believed that a fight was all about trading move for move.
He was still hung up on whether people fought with honor.
The truth was, you needed more than strength. You also had to read the situation accurately and keep up with the times.
Lin Zhiluo didn't bother with Steward Zhao's corpse.
Instead, he looked toward Li Haobo, who was hiding in the corner of the safe room.
At some point, Li Haobo had fainted from fright.
He lay unconscious in the corner, completely still.
Lin Zhiluo strode over and stabbed Li Haobo in the thigh.
The intense pain instantly woke Li Haobo, who let out a miserable scream.
"You're awake? Done pretending to be dead?" Lin Zhiluo took off his mask.
At the same time, he didn't stop moving the Tang Dao in his hand.
The blade kept stabbing into Li Haobo's thigh, vibrating at a frequency visible to the naked eye.
This was Lin Zhiluo's self-created "Vibrating Blade Technique."
It was also the source of the terrifying knife wounds Rong Zhan had mentioned seeing on Yao Jinghan.
With this special technique, once the blade went in, it vibrated in an extremely unusual way, shredding all the surrounding muscle tissue and rapidly amplifying the pain of the wound.
Li Haobo had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
He'd been spoiled his whole life. How could he possibly endure this kind of pain?
After a bloodcurdling scream, his face streaked with tears, he passed out again.
Lin Zhiluo pulled out the Tang Dao and plunged it into Li Haobo's other thigh.
The pain hit again.
Li Haobo let out another pig-like squeal.
"Please, kill me! Please, just kill me!" Li Haobo couldn't take it anymore. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Kill you? I was definitely going to kill you. If you hadn't reminded me, I'd have forgotten." Lin Zhiluo wore an apologetic expression.
He seemed genuinely sorry for forgetting to "treat" Li Haobo properly.
Then Lin Zhiluo took an "extremely special" dagger out of his Storage Space.
What made it so special?
It was junk.
Its edge was full of chips, and its blade was covered in rust.
Lin Zhiluo had spotted this treasure the moment he laid eyes on it.
Wasn't this the legendary "Tetanus Dull Blade"?
As the saying went, the duller the blade, the harder it was to cut.
Lin Zhiluo raised the Tetanus Dull Blade and stabbed at the fresh wound in Li Haobo's thigh.
"AAAH!!!!!!"
Li Haobo's body convulsed violently.
"Ah, sorry. This blade's too dull, so I couldn't get it in. My mistake." Lin Zhiluo hurriedly "apologized."
As it turned out, the blade hadn't gone in at all. Lin Zhiluo had simply used its blunt edge to force the wound open.
To make up for his mistake, Lin Zhiluo raised the dull blade again.
This time, he put his full strength into it and drove it hard into Li Haobo's palm.
"This one's for me."
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