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Chapter 19 Madman? No, this is what you call extraordinary!
"My battle...is not over yet!"
Lu Sheng's hoarse voice rang out on the wind-swept rooftop. It wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze's eardrums.
The smiles on their faces froze instantly.
"Lu brat, are you fucking crazy?!" Zhou Hai lunged forward, his large, fan-like hand reaching for the Twin Fiend Spears in Lu Sheng's hand. "You've got several broken bones in your chest, and you still want to fight? Fight my ass! Go get the hell out of here and rest!"
Zhao Ze also walked over quickly, his face full of worry, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Lu, listen to your brother Hai. You are also seriously injured. The zombie horde has not yet receded. We can keep watch. We won't miss you."
Lu Sheng ignored Zhou Hai, his eyes fixed on the edge of the rooftop in the distance, where the floating corpses were still climbing upwards in an endless stream.
He leaned on his spear, the excruciating pain in his chest making each breath feel like a knife cutting into him, but he could only manage a smile that was more like a grimace, and slowly shook his head.
"Team Leader Zhou, Brother Zhao."
He turned his head and looked at the two men in front of him who genuinely cared about him, his voice hoarse but unusually firm.
"Since joining the Blazing Fleet, I've almost died twice."
"The first time, it was Su Li who saved me."
"The second time, it's the three of you."
He took a deep breath, which aggravated his wound, causing excruciating pain that contorted his face, but he paid no heed.
"I don't want a third time like this, where I can only watch helplessly as you rescue me, and I can't do anything about it."
"I don't want to be... a burden."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze were both stunned.
They looked at the young man before them, covered in blood and swaying slightly. His eyes did not reveal fear or retreat, but rather a kind of madness and determination that made their hearts tremble.
These words silenced all their attempts to dissuade them.
"Damn it..." Zhou Hai's Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end he just cursed under his breath and silently released his grip on the spear.
Zhao looked at Lu Sheng for a long time, then patted him on the shoulder: "Go for it. If you can't hold on, we're here for you."
After saying that, he shouldered the giant hammer, turned around and walked to Lu Sheng's left side, using his towering body to build a solid barrier for him.
Seeing this, Zhou Hai said no more. He walked to Lu Sheng's right side, his hands blazing with flames, and his eyes became extremely solemn.
"Dry!"
One word sums up their attitude.
This is the highest tribute to a soldier's choice.
Lu Sheng smiled.
Without another word, he leaned on his twin Fiend Spears, leaving bloody footprints with each step, dragging his heavily wounded body, and walked towards the endless horde of corpses!
The battle has broken out again!
This time, Lu Sheng's fighting style became extremely simple and brutal.
There is no dodging, no blocking, no extra techniques.
Only the most basic and efficient actions.
Thrust out, then retract.
puff!
He shot a floating corpse that had just climbed ashore, piercing its skull with a single shot.
"Killed a low-level floating corpse, Level 2 Spirit Source user: (31/100)".
He sheathed his spear expressionlessly, black blood splattering all over his face, but he didn't care.
With each exertion, the broken ribs in his chest groaned in unbearable pain, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge and his face to turn ashen white.
But the gun in his hand remained as steady as a rock.
puff!
"Killed a low-level floating corpse, Level 2 Spirit Source user: (32/100)".
puff!
"Killed a low-level floating corpse, Level 2 Spirit Source user: (33/100)".
……
On the rooftop, a bizarre and shocking scene unfolded.
A young man covered in blood, like a tireless killing machine, mechanically repeated the action of stabbing at the edge of the horde of corpses.
On his left and right flanks, a Flame God of War and an Immovable King silently cleared away any fish that tried to get close.
They didn't communicate, yet they had an amazing understanding of each other.
Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze's hearts were already overwhelmed by a monstrous wave.
They had never seen anyone like this before.
They had seen fearless warriors and heroes who sacrificed themselves for their comrades, but they had never seen anyone so ruthless to themselves!
This is no longer a fight, this is self-harm!
"Old Zhao...this kid...he's a fucking madman!" Zhou Hai said hoarsely as he smashed the head of a floating corpse with a punch.
Zhao silently swung his giant hammer, smashing another floating corpse that tried to ambush Lu Sheng from the side into a bloody pulp. He simply replied in a deep voice, "Madman? No, this is what a sequence transcendent being should be called!"
A true strong person not only needs extraordinary talent, but also an unwavering will!
They saw this potential in Lu Sheng.
As Su Li watched this scene, a hint of respect and admiration flashed in her beautiful eyes. Her blade flashed as she cleared away the low-level floating corpses behind them, silently guarding the three of them.
Time flew by amidst the frenzied killing.
Lu Sheng's consciousness began to blur.
Rainwater, sweat, and blood mingled together, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his chapped lips, carrying a metallic, sweet taste.
The world in his eyes gradually lost its color.
Those grotesque floating corpses were no longer monsters, but cold, pulsating numbers.
(65/100)...
(78/100)...
(85/100)...
He forgot the pain, forgot the exhaustion, and forgot where he was.
The only things left in the world were the ever-growing experience bar in his mind and the fighting instinct deep within his body.
Guns are drawn, killing occurs, guns are drawn again, and killing occurs again.
Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze were already numb.
They mechanically stood guard beside Lu Sheng, watching that swaying figure repeatedly plunge his spear into the enemy's head, their hearts filled with silent shock.
"Pfft!"
The head of yet another floating corpse exploded under the tip of the spear.
In my mind, the cold numbers finally jumped to a critical point.
(99/100).
One more is needed...
If I kill just one more... I can...
This thought, like the last spark of a flame in the darkness, flashed through Lu Sheng's dying consciousness.
He used his last bit of strength to try to lift his arm, which was as heavy as a mountain, and thrust the spear out again.
(100/100).
"Spiritual energy reserves are full, advancing to the next level..."
The body's potential was ultimately squeezed to its limit.
Lu Sheng's vision went black.
The world was plunged into endless darkness.
His body, taut as a bowstring, finally gave way and he fell straight backward.
In the final moments before his consciousness completely sank, he seemed to hear two anxious, distorted roars.
"Young Master Lu!"
"Xiao Lu!"