"If this thing gets broken... it won't be easy to fix."
The Doctor spoke slowly.
The zombies looked up and saw energy pulsing around him, his aura exceptionally powerful. He had clearly reached SSS-Rank, leaving them stunned.
The Doctor... had actually joined the Undead Race???
But the most incredulous of all was naturally Tank. As fellow members of the "Three Elders," both Little Eight and the Doctor now surpassed him in strength.
"You... when did you break through? How come I didn't know?"
"Do I have to report to you whenever I break through?"
The Doctor countered.
"Uh..."
Tank froze briefly, growing even more anxious. He distinctly remembered that, in the beginning... his rank had been higher than theirs...
Although the Doctor's aura fell slightly short of Emperor Tier, it was considerably stronger than that of an ordinary member of the Undead Race.
"Sometimes, caring too much about something only makes it backfire."
He reminded Tank, "Besides, overthinking doesn't suit you. Forget all of that. Just remember to beat whoever's in front of you."
"Oh... right!"
Tank's savage eyes widened, as though a sudden revelation had struck him.
In that instant, he seemed to understand.
Why the hell was I worrying about all that?
I just had to take him down!
Tank looked at the Zombie King Earth again. The hesitation in his eyes faded, leaving only savagery and brutality. A mental barrier seemed to shatter within him at that moment.
Power gathered inside his body, growing ever more intense, as though undergoing a fundamental transformation.
"Die!"
Tank bellowed and charged like a raging bull, swinging his enormous fist at his opponent.
Earth's brow tightened slightly, and he raised his hand to meet the blow head-on.
Boom!
Their fists collided, sending even more terrifying shock waves spreading in every direction.