The fiercest battle on the field was still between Tank and Steel Vajra, two S-rank Strength Type Zombie Kings of formidable power.
Every time they exchanged a punch, the surrounding ground trembled. The force of the shockwaves alone was enough to send nearby zombies flying.
Even Elite Zombies did not dare approach.
Steel Vajra was covered in bloody claw marks from Little Eight's earlier attack, and his neck had been pierced as well.
He had already expended some of his strength, and the sustained high-intensity battle was becoming too much for him.
Seeing this, Tank smugly narrowed his tiny eyes.
"Big dummy, you're not doing so well either. You're already running out of steam. Looks like you're no match for me."
"Big dummy?"
Hearing that name, Steel Vajra looked Tank up and down and thought, I'm covered in fur, yet you're calling me a monster?
"Hmph! If I hadn't fought the previous Zombie King, you definitely wouldn't be my match."
"Oh... then you had it coming."
Tank did not argue with him and raised his fist to strike.
Steel Vajra only felt as though a massive hammer were crashing toward him, carrying overwhelming force, so he quickly crossed his arms to block.
Bang!
With a muffled boom, the surrounding ground trembled once more.
Steel Vajra took the heavy blow and staggered back uncontrollably. The violent movement tore open his wounds, and foul blood seeped out again.
Blood also gushed from the five finger holes in his neck.
It was clear that he was growing weaker and weaker.
"You're leaking again. You're finished!"
Tank said.
It had to be said... Little Eight really was vicious, and her destructive power was extremely strong.
Steel Vajra's expression was grim. He remained silent, his ferocious eyes fixed directly on Tank as he stayed alert.