"Old Yu was right, you guys can just be spectators—remember to applaud!"

Zhang Su nodded to his companions with a relaxed expression, took off his coat, put on gloves, and walked to the front of the crowd.

The crowd, who had been whispering, stopped speaking when they saw Zhang Su approaching in light gear. Their eyes didn’t show much surprise; many had guessed this matter would be resolved by him personally. Perhaps...

Only he could actually do it, and everyone still wanted to witness it in person.

"I admit, Celestial Horse Island’s punishment methods are too monotonous. We can’t use the same approach for every mistake. In the days to come, we’ll gradually improve, but until there’s a new version, this is our plan!"

Zhang Su said loudly, then waved to the person controlling the zombies and said, "Throw the zombies in."

One by one, ten zombies were pushed into the arena from the large van’s door. The previously relaxed expressions on the faces of the people around began to turn serious. Before, they didn’t feel this way strongly, but as the venue became more complete, everyone more easily assumed their roles. Imagining themselves facing these zombies, they immediately felt immense psychological pressure.

Thinking about not being able to even carry weapons, some people began to sweat on their backs. It turned out the weapons in their hands gave them so much sense of security, and many unconsciously touched the weapons hanging on their bodies.

Howl, bang, bang, bang...

The zombies wandered around the arena, pounding on cars used as walls, making an irregular, maddening sound, like a death knell beating on their hearts.

Crash...

One Brother Da Shi was particularly good at picking places and smashed a car window with one slap.

"Sniff sniff..."

Zhang Su lifted his face to the sky and sniffed, laughing, "The stewed meat smells so good. Let’s not waste time, begin!"

"King Yama... Yama, really, there’s no need to do this. How about I... just cut off my hand!"

A man who had stolen something could hardly bear the pressure when he saw Zhang Su’s relaxed and confident demeanor. His legs trembled as he cupped his hands and begged for mercy.

Zhang Su, who was walking toward the arena, didn’t even pause, lightly glanced at the four of them. The four guys were now completely isolated, as if they had already been sentenced to death in advance.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Li Zongkai couldn’t help but call out when Zhang Su walked in front of him, but he said nothing else, just used his eyes to remind him to be careful.

Zhang Su responded to Li Zongkai with a smile, and then his gaze swept past Liu Yao and Yang Xinqi’s faces without conveying any special meaning, just ordinary.

"On such a cold day, they still want me to dirty my clothes... hey!"

With a mumbling complaint, he walked to the side of the large van. He didn’t bend down to crawl into the compartment; a master’s entrance could never be so awkward.

He grabbed the roof with his hand, stepped on the edge of the compartment, and lightly leaped onto the roof. Then he stepped forward, not considering a car as an obstacle whatsoever.

The scene of him gently and effortlessly climbing to the roof left everyone stunned. Every part of his body contained immense strength and the ability to skillfully control and use it, displaying an intimidating ability unnoticeably.

Effortless, so effortless, lifting the heavy as if it’s light!

Someone instinctively mimicked Zhang Su’s movements, feeling incredulous.

Ju Mumio, standing amidst the crowd, pursed her lips. She had just clearly felt Zhang Su’s aura swelling, like a small universe exploding. It seemed he intended to properly showcase his strength.

The thief gang of four exchanged glances, their tongues dry, eyes uneasy. The stronger he was, the closer they were to death. What were they to do...

Whoosh.

Zhang Su seemed oblivious to the fact that he was about to step into the void, taking a step forward, his body falling like free fall towards the ground.

No, not the ground!

Thud!!

With one foot down, a zombie that was preparing to attack Zhang Su got a solid kick to the head.

Poof...

The zombie fell to the ground, and you could even hear the sound of teeth hitting the concrete, giving goosebumps.

As Zhang Su strolled off the van in a carefree manner, he was no longer as nonchalant as before. He raised his knee high and stomped down again, and you could hear a crack and squish.

The hard boot sole crushed the zombie’s skull, the limbs of the zombie struggling on the ground ceased twitching.

Wang Yu, who had vowed, had a twisted face and twitched; he felt Zhang Su’s kick not only crushed the zombie’s skull but also stomped on his fragile heart.

Ow-oo, ow-oo.

The other nine zombies, without any thoughts and fearless, instinctively charged towards the blood feast. As Zhang Su attacked the first zombie, they began moving towards him, and perhaps it was because the Fire-breathing Zombie was nearby that the environmental temperature slightly increased, making them not slow at all!

"It won’t be a problem, right..."

Fu Weijun, as a bystander, was the first to notice this phenomenon, but he was only secretly anxious in his heart and didn’t mention it to anyone.

Indeed, there was no need to bring it up, with the assistance of the white mist, even facing nine zombies, Zhang Su didn’t feel much strain, treating it as a perilous training session, completely focused on contemplating the trajectory of the zombie’s movement, allowing himself to seize the advantage!

Of course, this was also due to his inherently robust physical fitness, because even if he could perceive the opponent’s movements instantaneously, it still required corresponding self-reactions and muscle strength for dodging or attacking.

To cite an extreme example, if Fu Weijun were in the arena, even if he could predict the behavior of all the zombies for the next five seconds, it would be useless because he wouldn’t have the capability to respond!

In the arena, the shadow twisted and turned, the zombie’s attacks could at most touch Zhang Su’s clothes and pants, let alone cause substantial damage, they couldn’t even perform basic hits!

However, Zhang Su’s attire wasn’t bright enough, and the zombies were even less so, or else it would’ve been an exquisite scene of a butterfly weaving through flowers.

Bang, bang, thud...

Finally, Zhang Su began his attack, kicking zombies one after another, sending them flying backward, hitting the car body with a clanging sound, then falling to the ground.

The speed and agility recovered somewhat, but it still took some time to rise from the fall.

Seeing no immediate danger, Zhang Su walked to the place where the first zombie fell, bent down, and pulled out a sharp spike from the cracked skull, showcased it to the surroundings, saying, "In theory, weapons obtained from the arena can be used, but I’m giving myself a bit of challenge, I’m not using this thing!"

Having said that, Zhang Su casually tossed the spike.

Click, click, pa.

Seemingly casually, the bone piece with the white color and dark green sticky liquid landed right in front of the four thieves, scaring them to take a step back in unison, wishing they could turn and run, but unfortunately, there were many people around seemingly blocking their retreat.

Wu Baokang saw Zhang Su’s actions and couldn’t help but twitch his mouth, using makeshift weapons was his specialty, yet the opponent disdained such things, really showing off...

In the arena, Zhang Su thought to himself, it’s time to stop showing off and fulfill the promise to Zheng Xinyu for a quick finish.

This time, he meant business, stepping forward with the momentum of breaking through!

Combining technique and strength, the zombies seemed like lambs awaiting slaughter, while Zhang Su was the fierce tiger pouncing into the herd.

Every elbow strike, every front kick, every step down was accompanied by crunching and squelching sounds, the wild moves were breathtaking, and the terrifying burst of strength from within his body was even more horrifying!

The bone strength of ordinary zombies couldn’t defend at all, one by one the zombies succumbed to the absolute power.

Bang!

A zombie was heavily punched by Zhang Su in the eye socket, its face instantly caved in, then it hit the car door, bounced back to receive a spinning kick.

Bang... Whoosh.

A zombie weighing about a hundred and eighty pounds spun a few times in the air like a dragonfly, finally landing with a bang on the car roof, its head suffering continuous blows already deprived of life, quietly laying on the car roof, as if sleeping.

At this point, nine zombies were already down.

If zombies possessed any bit of brain function, the sole survivor would be trembling, but it wouldn’t, still walking steadfastly towards its prey.

Outside the arena, the Yama Corps had silently stood next to the four thieves, Zhao Dezhu and Lu Yubo took possession of all their weapons, preventing them from reacting like cornered animals.

Squelch...

As a sticky squishy sound in the arena signaled, the brain tissue of the last zombie seemed to burst like jello.

"Another excellent thalamus just wasted..." Fu Weijun sat in the wheelchair, a hint of regret on his lips.

The dust settled in the arena, the life of four thieves was about to end, even the wind had calmed down, seeming to sense the solemn moment approaching.

"Not human... that guy is not human."

Liu Yao couldn’t help but mutter, prompting the nodding agreement from those around him.

Aside from the core members of Celestial Horse Island, the others marveled at Zhang Su’s astonishing close combat skills, realizing that when practiced to a certain degree, fists, feet, elbows, and knees all become weapons.

The reason ordinary people fear zombies is largely due to their own weakness...

The strong, fearless!