Chapter 68: A Whole String of Corpses and Hairy Zombies

Relying on his exceptional combat skills, Ao Xin, though suppressed by the fur corpse, was still able to hold his ground against it.

The surrounding zombies made his situation even more precarious.

Yet this was precisely the environment he needed; such a fluctuating, crisis-laden combat setting allowed him to better reconnect with the fighting instincts of his past life.

Having once struggled at death's door, when had he ever experienced the hollow thrill of instant annihilation?

If he were merely to indulge in effortless kills, the growth of his combat techniques would stagnate, and the cultivation of his Haki would slow down.

Therefore, he frequently and deliberately created such tense combat atmospheres to spur himself on.

Without triggering his dragon transformation, his strength, agility, and reaction speed were all significantly reduced.

He sought out opportunities for kills amidst the encirclement of a horde of zombies.

Bang!

Dodge an attack from the fur corpse, shatter the left leg of a standard zombie, and unleash a kick that crushed the sternum of a flesh zombie.

The steel whip descended to parry the fur corpse's fist.

Whenever an attack came too swiftly to evade, he would activate localized Armament Haki hardening or briefly employ the defensive technique Iron Body.

The sheer force of the zombie's assault sent his blood churning, every blow from the fur corpse driving him back step by step.

Yet he felt no panic; instead, his fighting spirit burned even brighter!

His Haki circulated wildly, and with every collision with the enemy, the shockwave of impact tempered his flesh and blood.

This was the mandatory path for a body-refining martial artist.

Behind him stood the building where Tang Yingying was sheltered, and the fur corpse's attacks could easily shatter the reinforced concrete of high-rise structures, so he fought and retreated in another direction.

The steel whip in his hand grew increasingly familiar, coming within striking distance of the sword mastery he possessed in his previous life.

Thud!

Colliding with the fur corpse's fist once more, a sudden pain flared in his lower abdomen, throwing him off balance. His expression shifting drastically, he hastily invoked Iron Body to withstand an assault from a regular zombie.

It was the ominous miasma emanating from the fur corpse, eroding his vital energy.

He had fought this fur corpse for too long, and his defenses were beginning to slip.

With a resonant dragon roar, he finally triggered his dragon transformation, surging a torrent of potent life force from within that instantly dispersed the sinister aura.

The pain in his abdomen eased; now was the moment for his counterattack!

Roaring fiercely, he lashed his whip against the fur corpse's fist. This time, it was not he who retreated, but the fur corpse!

Simultaneously, he kicked out, snapping the right leg of a zombie, and followed up with a flurry of whip strikes that shattered all four limbs of the creature.

With another kick, he launched the crippled zombie flying into a nearby storefront.

The fur corpse, enraged, leaped into the air once more. His steel whip struck first despite starting second, violently lashing the joint of the fur corpse's arm.

This was the benefit of elevated combat technique.

His other hand, transformed into a dragon claw, locked fingers with the fur corpse's remaining hand.

Channeling force into his fingertips, he plunged them deep into the flesh of the fur corpse's palm.

The fur corpse's claws were equally razor-sharp, attempting to pierce his skin and muscle as well.

Yet how sturdy were dragon scales? Combined with Armament Haki hardening, the zombie's nails felt as though they were scratching against a block of solid steel!

Exerting fierce pressure with his five fingers, the monster—possessing only killing instincts and devoid of true combat technique—had no time to defend itself as its right-hand fingers were brutally snapped off!

As for its other arm, it was subjected to a relentless barrage from the steel whip.

Though the creature desperately sought to strike Ao Xin's body, Ao Xin invariably landed his whip on its arms first.

Targeting the joints repeatedly, he reduced the fur corpse's left arm to a dangling rag, hanging limply like a noodle.

His left hand maintained its grip on the fur corpse's mutilated right hand. The moment the steel whip shattered its left elbow joint, his left claw violently jerked forward, throwing the monster off balance. The whip followed through, crashing down this time onto its right shoulder!

The surrounding zombies and flesh zombies were kept at bay by sweeps of his dragon tail; any that managed to get close were met with ferocious kicks that shattered their bones!

Arcs of electricity coiled around the steel whip, augmenting the weapon's destructive power.

Ten minutes later, the fur corpse's limbs and spine had been thoroughly pulverized by his blows.

Stepping on its back, he drove the steel whip completely through its spine, pinning it firmly to the ground.

Ao Xin canceled his dragon transformation and engaged the remaining zombies barehanded.

Another half-hour passed before the surrounding zombies were completely exterminated, and no more creatures were drawn in from the distance.

They had either been entirely wiped out, or Tang Yingying on the rooftop had exhausted her stamina.

Retrieving several bottles of strong liquor from the Divine Grace Space, he poured them over his head to wash away the stains of blood and gore. He then spent a hefty sum of 10,000 points in the Divine Grace Space to purchase a heavy-duty iron chain of Supreme Grade.

Wielding the chain, he entered the adjacent shop.

Inside lay the paralyzed zombies he had left behind earlier—twenty-three in total!

Piercing their shoulder blades with Finger Pistols, he threaded the iron chain through them, stringing the twenty-three zombies together like beads.

Finally, dragging this gruesome string of zombies outside, he yanked the steel whip out of the fur corpse and pierced its shoulder blades as well, stringing it onto the end of the human chain.

Grasping one end of the iron chain, he assumed his dragon form and soared into the sky, ascending to the top of the tall building.

True to expectation, he found Tang Yingying sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

She was gasping for breath while muttering something unintelligible.

"Let's move!"

His booming voice startled the dazed girl back to her senses.

Just as the young woman was rejoicing at his reappearance, she caught sight of the string of zombies and the fur corpse dangling from his claws.

They looked precisely like a skewered bundle of candied haws on a stick.

"Oh, my goodness! Big bro, you're terrifyingly strong!"

Before her words had fully faded, the Azure Dragon descended, grabbing her with its free claw and soaring back into the sky.

"Ahhhh!"

Plagued by a fear of heights, the young woman shrieked once more, wrapping her entire body tightly around the dragon's claw and refusing to let go.

As the Azure Dragon ascended into the sea of clouds, the thin air gave the girl a fleeting sense of suffocation, mingled with a strange thrill and novelty.

Soon, the Azure Dragon touched down at their original crossroads. The people there had already begun eating and resting, leaving only Shi Yu to tirelessly hack away at a fur corpse's head.

An iron chain was dropped from the sky, kicking up a flurry of dust.

When the dust settled, Luo Yi and the others all drew sharp intakes of breath.

The long train of zombies on the iron chain, along with the red-furred corpse, filled their hearts with dread.

The Azure Dragon landed and shook its claw several times before tossing the tightly clinging Tang Yingying to the ground.

Resuming his human form, Ao Xin walked over to inspect Shi Yu's progress.

Ah, excellent, more than half of the neck had been severed.

"Keep going, everything behind this one is yours!"

Ao Xin's words of encouragement left Shi Yu on the verge of tears.

He had spent ages hacking just one fur corpse, and now another had appeared, alongside this massive train of zombies—how long was he expected to chop?

Yet, under Luo Yi's team policy of distributing contribution points evenly based on output,

Having put in so much effort, he was certain to receive a substantial share of points this time, which kept his motivation burning bright!

Twilight had fallen, and Ao Xin was profoundly exhausted from this battle.

Fighting the fur corpse alone would have been manageable, but starting the fight without his dragon transformation, relying purely on close-quarters combat and martial arts, had consumed an immense amount of stamina.

He had no intention of continuing to fight now; it was time to rest, conserve his strength, and pick up the battle tomorrow.