Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 793 Do You?

Times Square, once a dazzling neon display, now reflects only decay and death.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood and the nauseating sweetness of rotting entrails.

The dilapidated billboards hung askew, below which was a surging, howling, and tearing sea of ​​the living dead.

Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, hovered in mid-air, his crimson levitation cloak covering his nose.

Looking down at the sea of ​​corpses, Doctor Strange broke out in a cold sweat.

Even if we intervene militarily, no matter how many soldiers we send, it probably won't be enough.

Because bullets will always miss.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Om-!
It was as if an invisible, overwhelming shockwave swept across half the square in an instant, centered on the suspended figure not far in front of him!
Strange's eyes widened in astonishment.

The horde of zombies below, surging wildly like a boiling anthill, suddenly froze in motion!
The next second, hordes of zombies, like stalks of wheat cut in half by an invisible giant scythe, collapsed without warning!
The ear-piercing, chilling roars and chewing sounds that had filled the air a moment before were instantly replaced by an eerie, heart-stopping silence.

In the blink of an eye, the huge core area of ​​Times Square was reduced to only a few scattered figures still twitching, and a carpet of "living dead" lying flat on the ground.

The scene was too bizarre and too shocking.

Strange could even feel a slight dizziness on a mental level as the force swept past; had he not been strong enough in spirit and protected by magic, he probably would not have survived.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the instigator in front of him—Stephen Fang!
The other party remained suspended there, expressionless.

"You—" Strange's throat was dry, his voice filled with disbelief and disbelief, "How did you do that? What happened to these zombies?"

Stephen Fang didn't even bother to turn his head, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather: "Oh, that."

"Conqueror's Haki, you know? To put it simply..."

He paused, as if searching for the most fitting word.

After a long while, he finally turned his head slightly, a smile that was three parts mockery and seven parts matter-of-fact.

"They were stunned by my domineering aura."

Strange: "."

Strange's lips twitched violently, feeling a lump in his throat, which eventually turned into a silent sigh, and he quietly shut his mouth.

Trying to reason with this guy about science? Or magic? He seems to have his own completely illogical system.

Alright, so be it, let it be an aura of dominance, as long as it's useful.

The two continued their advance, clearing away the dead city like bulldozers.

However, as Stephen Fang predicted, the world is never short of "variables".

As the cleanup area expanded, some tough zombies that could barely withstand the Conqueror's Haki attack and were only momentarily stunned rather than completely unconscious began to appear sporadically.

These guys were mostly well-known mutants, Inhumans, or "urban legend" heroes who popped out of some unknown corner of the world during their lifetimes.

Without their own publications, they remained unknown, but once they became zombies, their diverse awakened or residual abilities became the most disgusting stumbling blocks.

Stephen Fang watched as a zombie, who had just struggled to his feet from dizziness, had an unremarkable body except for its head, which swelled rapidly like an inflating balloon, instantly becoming larger than a truck tire. The zombie was shaking its head and trying to smash its huge forehead against the building next to it.

He frowned, a nameless anger rising within him.

"Damn it, that big-headed monster baby!"

He cursed under his breath, his figure vanished instantly, and reappeared on top of the big-headed zombie.

In the palm of his right hand, a huge chakra sphere that was spinning at high speed and buzzing instantly condensed into shape, even larger than the zombie's swollen head!
"What kind of hero are you?" Stephen Fang asked, ruthlessly pressing the massive Rasengan, brimming with terrifying destructive power, onto the enormous head.

"Wang Nima Hero?!"

boom--! ! !
With a muffled thud, fat, brain matter, and bone fragments mixed with a violent surge of energy scattered and flew everywhere.

That enormous head, which it was so proud of, was smashed like a watermelon by a heavy hammer in the face of absolute power, bursting into a mess of "watermelon juice".

Stephen Fanggang breathed a sigh of relief as he slipped away, but his gaze was then drawn to another figure that had just emerged from the shadows of a street corner.

The creature was covered in grayish-white, sharp, spear-like bone spurs, making it look like a human hedgehog.

This guy.
Stephen Fang really knows him.

It's Hedgehog, the mutant from X-Men who has a very high profile but whose abilities are inferior to those of an ordinary human with a gun.

This zombified hedgehog-like creature clearly retained some kind of fighting instinct. Its murky, dead fish eyes locked onto Stephen Fang in the air. Instead of mindlessly roaring and charging like other zombies, it raised an arm covered in bone spikes and beckoned to Stephen Fang in an extremely human and provocative manner.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

If you're so capable, come down here.

doyou?

“Huh?” Stephen Fang chuckled.

He was just lamenting that he hadn't had enough fun hitting that big head earlier, when an even more exciting one came his way.

Without saying a word, he moved swiftly and landed on the ground not far from the hedgehog zombie. He even took two steps forward, getting so close that he could smell the strong stench of death emanating from the zombie.

The hedgehog-man zombie seemed to grin, and the next second, it suddenly opened its arms, its bony spikes standing up and gleaming with an ominous gray luster, like a runaway porcupine, and with a doomed momentum, it fiercely "embraced" Stephen Fang!

It will use its bone spurs, which can easily pierce through steel plates, to turn this arrogant living person in front of it into a sieve!

Stephen Fang stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, and even opened his arms, with a nonchalant expression on his face that said, "Come on, let's hurt each other."

*Pfft! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!*

The sharp bone spurs pierced Stephen Fang's trench coat without any resistance and embedded themselves deep in his body.

However, just as a hint of triumph flashed in the hedgehog-man zombie's murky eyes—

Buzz! Sizzle—!!!
The hedgehog-man zombie's body suddenly stiffened, as if it had been clamped by an invisible giant pincer.

Its entire body, including its bone spurs, suddenly erupted with blinding blue-white lightning!
The violent electric current, like billions of dancing electric snakes, surged wildly into its body along the bone spur, and then sprayed out from its eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even pores!

“Ahhhh——!!!”

The piercing, distorted scream lasted for less than half a second before abruptly stopping.

A strong smell of burning and the stench of scorching protein instantly filled the air.

The blue and white lightning dissipated, leaving only a skeleton in a forward-leaning position, its body charred and smoking, along with scattered, equally charred and brittle bone fragments.

In the empty eye sockets of that skull, there seemed to still linger a trace of disbelief and bewilderment.

Stephen Fonda's "pierced" figure transformed into a pure, leaping blue-white arc of electricity, slowly reforming into a human form in mid-air.

Doctor Strange flew over, intending to ask Stephen Fang if he had been bitten, but Stephen Fang muttered to himself, "Thinking about it, the zombie universe isn't entirely without its advantages. This world is even more of a mowing-down-the-grabs experience than Dynasty Warriors."

He glanced at the approaching sea of ​​zombies in the distance, paused for a moment, and then continued muttering:
"It's quite stress-relieving."

(End of this chapter)