Boom, boom, boom...
The sound of fists pounding flesh echoed down the street, as dense as drumbeats.
No one intervened. No one helped.
A man and a zombie simply stood in the middle of the street, trading punch for punch.
Every collision shook the air, and the ground beneath their feet began to crack.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred punches had passed.
Liu Hong was knocked back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
But the light in his eyes grew brighter, and his grin grew wider.
He had craved this kind of flesh-pounding battle for far too long.
Ever since he had joined up with the Survival Convoy.
His opponents had either been so strong that he never even got a chance to act.
Or they had been weaklings so feeble they were not worth his time, all dispatched with a single slash from Wang Ying.
Now that he had finally found an evenly matched opponent, he did not want to stop.
Seeing Liu Hong fall behind, Xiao Xuan gathered Buddha Light in her hands and was about to step forward to help.
Without looking back, Liu Hong roared, "Stay back!"
He wanted to fight this himself.
He felt that once this battle was over, his advancement to Sequence Two would be within reach.
Xiao Xuan had only just stopped when another zombie charged over from the distance.
This zombie was completely different from that hulking brute...
It was not tall, only the size of an ordinary person, and even somewhat thin.
But it was fast. Absurdly fast.
On the street, the wind stirred up by its footsteps sent loose stones flying everywhere.
Its figure had become a blurred gray streak.
Swift as the wind.
Unfortunately for it, it ran into Yang Yong.