I Really Am Extremely, Extremely Strong

Smack!

Many people had seen what happened when a watermelon fell from a great height. It was truly disgusting.

Right before their eyes, with a loud crash, before anyone could even make out what had happened, a fat corpse plummeted from the rooftop and slammed into the ground. Its head burst open, and blood sprayed everywhere.

A thunderous boom echoed through the residential compound.

Wang Zhongguo: "Honey, don't look."

Zhou Aijun: "Honey, don't look."

Every man shared the same instinct: not wanting his wife to see something so gruesome. It didn't matter how old he was; they were all the same. Even they were so shocked by the scene that they were left speechless.

How could anyone be so cruel?

"Little Fat, are you okay?"

Lin Fan knew the Little Fat in front of him was already dead, but out of habit, he still asked.

He looked up at the rooftop, where a crowd was leaning over to watch. Thinking of the thing that had just fallen, he immediately understood what had happened.

Zombie snarls came from every direction.

The commotion had really drawn the zombies over.

Lin Fan stood calmly where he was, unhurriedly drawing Frostmourne. He muttered to himself, Zombies, please stay rational. Don't do anything illegal. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to defend myself and hack every one of you to death.

"Hahaha..." Xiao Bin laughed from the rooftop. He had already seen a lot of zombies rushing out from every corner, all headed toward that kid and the four old men.

Look at all those zombies. If they tried to leave, they'd definitely be spotted.

Now they had bait to draw the zombies away, giving them a much better chance to escape.

Run, go on, run! It'd be best if you lured all the zombies out.

"Why hasn't he moved?" Chen Gang frowned when he saw the kid standing there without budging. "Did he get scared stiff?"

Xiao Bin said viciously, "No way. He'll run for sure."

The other survivors on the rooftop looked at Xiao Bin in fear. They were used to living in peaceful times, and now they'd suddenly found the world turned upside down. Their old values had all been thrown out the window. When it came to staying alive, who cared about a moral bottom line?

They were terrified of Xiao Bin.

They felt he'd gone completely mad.

"Hmm? Why hasn't he moved?" Xiao Bin also sensed that something was wrong. Could the kid really have been scared stiff? "Damn it, what a useless piece of trash."

He'd finally gotten a chance like this. As long as the kid started running, he could draw all the zombies away.

The two old men calmly watched the zombies charging toward them.

"Young man, hurry and run. We'll hold them off here."

They were ready. When they were young, they would have grabbed whatever they could find and fought the zombies head-on. But they were old now; they could throw their backs out just swinging a stick.

Still, they thought of themselves as human shields. They would use their own bodies to give this young man—who seemed a little odd but was warm and polite—a chance to escape.

"Old-timers, what do you think of my sword? Is it cool?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

Wang Zhongguo: ...

Zhou Aijun: ...

"I really am strong. I never lie. Just watch. I said I'd protect you, and I won't let anything happen to you."

Whoosh!

Lin Fan swung his sword.

A grotesque zombie came at them. In the blink of an eye, its head flew high into the air, and black blood splattered across the ground.

His strike was fast, precise, and ruthless. They couldn't even see him swing the sword, only a series of afterimages.

Old Man Wang Zhongguo saw his younger self in Lin Fan: the days when he had defended his country and fought the enemy blade to blade. Back then, he'd even managed to chop off an enemy's head with a saber. But honestly, it had been a struggle. It was hard.

Lin Fan was very displeased. The zombies had lives of their own, but they couldn't hurt others just for their own pleasure—especially when there were four elderly people behind him, including a national hero.

At that moment, he didn't hesitate. He gripped his replica divine weapon and went on a killing spree.

Even if the police found out, they'd give him a thumbs-up and praise him. Good lad, well done.

One sword strike split a zombie in two.

One kick sent a zombie flying more than ten meters.

A line of zombies surged toward him. He gripped the sword with both hands and swept it in a half-circle, cutting them in half at the waist. His movements flowed smoothly, without the slightest resistance. When strength reached a certain level, any flesh-and-blood body was as soft as tofu.

"What... What's happening down there?" Chen Gang stared in stunned disbelief, completely dumbfounded by the scene before him.

Xiao Bin couldn't believe it. He muttered to himself,

"No way. He can deal with this many zombies all by himself?"

He didn't believe it. How could someone like that exist?

These zombies weren't like the slow-moving, vacant-looking zombies in ordinary movies.

They were terrifying zombies, fast and powerful, with no sense of pain.

The other survivors on the rooftop watched what was happening below and cried out one after another.

"We're saved!"

"Yeah. If we leave with him, we'll definitely make it out alive."

Downstairs.

Lin Fan stood there, Frostmourne dripping with blood. It was as if the replica divine weapon had fully awakened after tasting blood, radiating a sinister glow.

The four old people stared at him, stunned.

They'd never dreamed that a young man who seemed a little odd could be so strong.

Lin Fan looked around. No more zombies appeared, so he smiled and said, "Grandpas, Grandma, see? I really am strong."

Old Man Wang gave him a thumbs-up. "Well done, young man. To put it in the words you young people use, you're freaking awesome..."

Zhou Aijun thought back to the time when he'd worked in a military factory developing weapons. Skilled fighters had been assigned to work alongside them, each one able to take on ten men at once. Armed with a weapon, one man could hold off ten or even twenty people without any problem.

But compared with the young man before him, they didn't even come close.

Lin Fan looked at Little Fat's body. "Old-timer, someone threw him down from the building. The culprit is still up there."

"Mm, yes, that's right."

"So I want to catch the culprit and take him to the police station so the law can punish him."

Hearing what the young man had said,

the four old people exchanged glances. They liked the young man, but honestly, what he said was pretty strange.

Take him to the police station?

It was the apocalypse now. The police station didn't exist anymore.

"Mm, that's right. He should be taken to the police station," Wang Zhongguo said, nodding in agreement with Lin Fan.

Zhou Aijun and the others looked at Wang Zhongguo. Well, even you think that? Fine, whatever the young man says goes. Come to think of it, there's nothing wrong with it, anyway.

The survivors on the rooftop watched Lin Fan turn back toward them.

They were overjoyed.

"He's coming back. He must be here to protect us and help us get out."

Knock, knock!

"Could you please open the door?"

At that moment, someone knocked on the metal door from outside.

"He came to find us! We're saved!" one survivor cried, overjoyed, and immediately went to open it.

"Stop!" Xiao Bin shouted in alarm, trying to stop him.

But it was already too late.

There was no way the survivors, who had just caught sight of hope, would listen to Xiao Bin.

The metal door opened. Lin Fan looked at everyone calmly and asked, "There's a Little Fat's body downstairs. Can any of you tell me who pushed him down?"

"It was him! He was the one who pushed him down just now," one survivor hurriedly said.

"He's the murderer. He told us to throw things downstairs, and he was the one who threw the man. I had nothing to do with it."

"Yeah, yeah."

The survivors tried to pin everything on Xiao Bin, pushing all the blame onto him. As for whether they'd had a hand in it, there was no need to even think about it. They hadn't. Absolutely not.

Lin Fan looked at Xiao Bin, walked up to him, and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Bin roared. The other man's grip was so strong that he couldn't break free.

"You pushed someone down just now, so you've committed a crime. I'm taking you to the police station," Lin Fan said.

"What?" Xiao Bin was stunned, then cursed, "Are you fucking crazy?"

Lin Fan shook his head. "Is this what people do nowadays when they've committed a crime? Argue and make excuses? Don't try anything funny. Come on."

He held Xiao Bin as effortlessly as if he were carrying a chick.

"It hurts! Let go! I said let go! Brother Chen, help me..."

Xiao Bin struggled, but it was no use. He hurriedly called out to Chen Gang for help. Unfortunately, Chen Gang was so scared that he'd shrunk back, and he was too busy trying to distance himself to even consider helping.

"Big brother, take me with you. I can do anything," a gorgeous woman begged, occasionally trying to press her chest against Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said, "I ride an electric scooter. There's no room for that many people. Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking,

he closed the metal door again, then opened it a crack. "If something like this happens again, don't cover up for the culprit. You have to notify the police right away. Got it?"

Then he shut the metal door completely.

The survivors on the rooftop looked at one another.

"He really is crazy," Chen Gang said. He slumped to the ground with a thud, his face deathly pale. What kind of person was that?