Victory Was Decided

"Boss!"

Mei Ji was thrilled, feeling that he looked incredibly cool.

The monster leader frowned, sensing something strange. Lin Dong had moved too fast just now; he had not even had time to react.

Was he an agility-type too?

This Zombie King seemed to have some skill.

Lin Dong observed him as well. Judging by his aura, he possessed S-rank strength. Lin Dong recalled the Jinjiang City monster leader he had killed before, which had already reached S-Plus Rank. The one before him was clearly inferior to that one.

"Why are you only S-rank?"

"Hmm???"

The monster leader's eyes widened. What did he mean? What did he mean, only? Was that even something a zombie should say?

At this stage of the apocalypse, S-rank was already at the very top, yet this guy seemed to look down on him.

He was simply too arrogant!

"Then let me see what you're capable of."

The monster leader flew into a rage, his face twisting viciously. His severed tentacles wriggled and reattached themselves to his body, after which several more tentacles extended out and stabbed toward Lin Dong in unison.

The tentacles tore through the air like giant pythons thrashing about, carrying tremendous force. Ordinary zombies truly would have found them difficult to withstand.

Yet Lin Dong evaluated them with just six words—"Grilled iron-plate squid."

His figure suddenly moved, seeming to vanish from where he stood. He was too fast for the naked eye to follow, and the long blade in his hand began to whirl wildly.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish—"

Afterimages trailed from the blade like a meat grinder, shredding the incoming tentacles inch by inch. Chunks of flesh rained down from the sky.

"This..."

The monster leader was startled, feeling as though a storm were rushing toward him.

Too fast...

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