latelenovela Chapter 235 The End of Fate
Chapter 235 The End of Fate
"The main body: a new type of zombie has appeared here, with strength roughly equivalent to a second-tier martial artist."
Lin Fan had finished his dry rations and appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but he was actually communicating with his clone.
"Can you handle it?"
"You underestimate yourself a bit."
thump.
The long sword blocked the slashing club. If it weren't for the whistling wind generated by the club, the clone's head might have exploded like a watermelon by now.
Without the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, or even if he had it, he wasn't sure if the walking corpse in front of him possessed emotions.
He could only rely on his experience to parry the long club that was being swung down with his knife. Occasionally, he couldn't block it. Fortunately, he was also wearing a "golden silk soft armor" under his clothes. Although it was useless against weapons like black knives and ink swords, it still provided some protection against these ordinary weapons.
The gold-threaded soft armor is actually better at defending against slashing attacks, but its effectiveness against weapons like long staffs is relatively limited.
Fortunately, his body, well, its strength is only that of an ordinary person, but due to the influence of the gray pill, it is not easy for him to bleed when injured, and his ability to withstand beatings is exceptionally strong.
The white zombie was probably a martial artist in life. After closing the distance with the clone with a few blows, it suddenly slammed down with its empty left hand.
The clone drew its sword to defend itself.
Ding.
The pale fist slammed into the blade, producing a metallic clang.
Such tough skin!
"The real body, the white zombie's skin is indeed not just strange-looking, its actual hardness may already be comparable to steel."
Even without the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, the clone remained remarkably calm. He was only given "one chance," and death was his inevitable fate, so he had nothing to panic about. He simply needed to live as long as possible to gather more information for his main body.
It's roughly equivalent to the strength of a second-tier martial artist, with skin as tough as iron. If this world had martial arts like Iron Shirt that didn't emphasize fighting techniques, a second-tier martial artist who practiced such a skill would probably look like this.
While trying to do three things at once, the clone was caught off guard by the white zombie attacking from both sides, who swept the long staff across his waist.
The clone groaned and felt a sweet taste in its throat.
However, he did not retreat a step. Instead, he caught the fist with his longsword and retreated back, the sword energy beginning to swirl around the blade.
tear.
Once the sheet metal had a hole, it was torn apart as if collapsing. The clone could clearly feel that the flesh and bones inside were no different from those of a normal person.
It's like having a body of copper and iron but only developing a copper skin?
The white zombie seemed to feel no pain. It did not react with pain as its left arm was being cut open. Instead, it continued to swing its right hand and smash down with the long stick.
It seems their IQ isn't high either. They probably don't have much brain function left.
Pain and stress can be beneficial in many situations. Even though Lin Fan used the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, he retained the initial pain sensation and would instinctively dodge any attack he was attacked with.
But the zombies in front of me wouldn't.
tear.
The long sword cut the white zombie's entire chest through its left arm.
Before the long staff could fall, half of the body dropped to the ground. Then the other half of the body swayed and fell in the opposite direction.
The clone reported the information it had obtained to Lin Fan in his mind. Looking at the neatly cut body on the ground, the blood was almost congealed, with only a small amount of black blood seeping from the cut.
"My main body, I'm injured, and I don't have much time left. I'll try to explore as deep as possible. But I still want to advise you not to come in."
After saying this, Lin Fan's voice did not resonate in the clone's mind for a long time.
After a long while, I finally heard a voice say, "Be careful."
……
"They actually took down the white zombie with a single strike. This intruder is more powerful than it appeared."
Deep within the Dao of Destiny.
A delicate hand rose up and took out a piece of lustrous jade from her mouth, a silver thread connecting her red lips and the jade.
"Brother, what do you think?" A clear female voice echoed in the darkness.
Silence followed.
"The mountain didn't say we could let him pass, and there's no need to send a message for backup at this level. Hmm, you're right, brother. Just like before, we'll handle it ourselves."
……
The clone no longer conserved its strength and quickly advanced deeper into the Path of Fate.
Fortunately, this place was not a complicated maze. Although there were many forks in the road, there were basically no dead ends. He followed the left wall without encountering any "ghost walls" (a type of maze-like maze).
As he gained a deeper understanding of the zombies, he became increasingly adept at handling them. He accumulated sword energy while running.
If you encounter ordinary zombies, simply smash or kick them aside, using your speed advantage to shake them off.
If you encounter a white zombie, kill it with one strike and leave quickly.
Fortunately, there were relatively few white zombies, and the ordinary zombies appeared alone, so none of them posed a threat to him.
After taking down three white zombies, the clone's forehead was covered in sweat.
Although he is making rapid progress, his physical and mental strength is being rapidly depleted.
Finally, we came to a more spacious area.
The clone unconsciously gripped the knife in his hand tighter. His experience had taught him that the more spacious the environment, the more likely it was to encounter powerful zombies.
After all, those white zombies all used long clubs as weapons. A cramped space wouldn't be conducive to their movement.
The torch swept across.
Sure enough, three black zombies stood before them like statues.
Black... indeed, white isn't the most powerful color.
These black zombies were all covered in tattered chainmail.
Iron armor…that’s a serious contraband. Or were these black zombies originally military personnel?
The long staff was replaced with a broad-bladed horse-slaying sword.
The black skin reflected the torchlight, and its sheen made it appear even harder than the previous white one.
One of the black-clad zombies charged at the clone with a knife in hand. Two others moved slowly, clearly intending to surround the clone's rear.
Ode.
This time, the clone did not choose to run away.
He had a sudden realization: this must be the end. The end of destiny, and also his own end.
The sword, brimming with concentrated energy, clashed head-on with the broadsword. The thick broadsword was sliced through as easily as tofu.
The sword broke, but the clone's sword strike was not yet over. It cut through the chainmail and slashed horizontally towards the black zombie's chest.
His skin, black as refined iron, momentarily hindered the blade's advance, but it too was slashed open. Finally, the blade stopped at his chest.
With just one strike, it destroyed the opponent's weapon and caused a long wound from the shoulder to the chest, making it seem as if the clone had once again "instantly killed" the black zombie.
However, the only truth is how badly things are going on in my own life.
The black zombie's ribs were harder than steel, and the blow failed to hit a vital spot. The longsword was stuck in the ribs and couldn't be pulled out.
Since walkers aren't human, the exaggerated wounds might actually have no effect on them. The greatest significance of this cut is simply that it deprived them of their weapon.
Once the clone used that attack, he had no further tricks up his sleeve, and by this time he was completely surrounded.