"Heaven-Breaking Strike!"
Yang Yong raised his right fist. Boom!
This time, after learning from the many times he had been sent flying before,
he executed the punch with even greater mastery.
How did that saying go again?
Better to master one move than know a hundred.
Yang Yong had a very clear understanding of his own role...
There was no enemy he couldn't send flying with one punch.
If there was, he would throw another.
If that still didn't work, he would turn and run.
The Zombie King's furious roar erupted in the Core Area, reverberating beneath the steel dome like rolling thunder.
Before it, Yang Yong's figure was as tiny as an ant.
But every time he charged, the heaven-breaking power gathering around his fist blasted a ring of visible shock waves through the air.
Boom!
A punch sent Yang Yong flying like a cannonball into a steel wall dozens of meters away, leaving a huge, human-shaped dent in it.
But the next second, he rose from the rubble and charged again.
Boom!
He was sent flying again.
He got up again and charged once more.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A rapid barrage of crashes rang out in the Core Area, like firecrackers going off.
The ground trembled, the walls groaned, and the creaking of twisting steel mingled with the Zombie King's roars in an apocalyptic symphony.
Cao Xianming looked up and glanced at Yang Yong on the surveillance feed.
The man covered in bone armor was like an indestructible copper pea, stubbornly holding his ground against the Zombie King.
An idea suddenly came to him.
"Peng Fan, go check the convoy. See if anyone used to be a livestreamer."
Peng Fan froze for a moment, but quickly caught on. "Understood."
Fifteen minutes later, a woman whose carefully applied makeup