As the saying went, youth had the advantage in a fight.
If it were an ordinary old man, even one who had trained his martial arts to the bone, his age and declining vitality would prevent him from displaying much power. Against a young, strong man, he still would not be able to win.
But after becoming a zombie, not only did his body contain tremendous strength, he also never tired. Forget one young man—even a group of them would not be able to defeat Elderly Zombie.
Nameless's skills were actually superior to Elderly Zombie's, but his physical attributes were far worse. Their reaction speeds were also not that different, so the result was that Nameless was at a disadvantage while Elderly Zombie held the upper hand.
After all, it would not get tired, while Nameless would.
Nameless took a deep breath and suddenly charged toward Elderly Zombie. As soon as he closed in, he slashed. Elderly Zombie leaned backward in an iron bridge to evade the Tang Blade, then braced both hands against the ground and kicked fiercely toward Nameless with both legs.
However, Nameless had anticipated this. The instant his first slash missed, he had already begun exerting force through his toes. When Elderly Zombie's feet shot toward him, he sprang backward into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Whoosh!
Monica timed it perfectly. An arrow flew beneath Nameless, and although Elderly Zombie tried to change its movement and dodge, it was a step too slow.
Sssht!
A sound like tearing leather rang out as an arrow struck Elderly Zombie's calf.
Nameless landed, his eyes lighting up, and immediately slashed at Elderly Zombie's other leg. But Elderly Zombie now used its hands to scuttle backward rapidly, avoiding Nameless's fatal strike.
"There's still a chance!"
Nameless pressed the advantage,