Predicted my prediction?
Chen Luo chuckled. Mi Ling really did have a formidable talent for combat. Otherwise, she would never have earned the title of Flame Empress, the goddess of war.
Compared to Chen Luo, Mi Ling was far too weak. In a real fight, she would never have had the chance to launch so many fireballs.
If Mi Ling and Chen Luo were at the same level...
Come on, surely you didn't think Chen Luo would fight Mi Ling head-on?
I'd run first, then find a chance to ambush you and finish you off.
I never fight an evenly matched opponent head-on. It's too dangerous.
You call that shameless? Please. Everyone who cared about dignity is dead.
Mi Ling wasn't smug about it at all. These were carefully controlled, weak Small Fireballs. Otherwise, she couldn't have cast them so rapidly. Perhaps Chen Luo had simply let his guard down.
Right now, the gap between her and Chen Luo was far too wide.
Chen Luo smiled. "Don't worry, everyone. Level-one Zombies definitely aren't smart enough to anticipate your moves. If you run into one that can, just run. It's completely beyond your ability to fight."
"All right, spend the morning pairing up and practicing this technique. We'll head out after lunch."
They had sausages for lunch again. Many of them probably wouldn't live to see the day those sausages ran out.
Chen Luo said, "There are fifty-two of us altogether. Twelve will stay behind to guard the base. We'll take turns."
"The remaining forty will split into ten teams of four. Keep a reasonable distance between teams. Don't spread out too far, so you can support one another."
"Each team gets a walkie-talkie. Use it if anything comes up."
The dangers of the Apocalypse came not only from Zombies, but