The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 163 Da da da—

Without the slightest hesitation, a ruthless glint flashed in Michonne's eyes as she swiftly followed.

Michonne's body was clearly vulnerable during the sudden attack.

Shumpert stopped retreating, threw a powerful left jab, attacking with seven-tenths of his strength while keeping three-tenths for himself, without using his full power.

But when the fist struck Michonne's eye socket, it still caused her to fall heavily to the ground.

The area that was hit swelled up at a visible speed, turning red and purple like a steamed bun.

Her swollen eye was obstructing her vision, and Michonne tried to blink, but she could no longer see with that eye.

Michonne attacked too quickly, and fell too quickly.

This surprised Shumpert. His subordinates had described Michonne as a physically strong and bloodthirsty warrior who would rather be beaten half to death than not bite off an enemy's ear.

But why is it so weak?

Shumpert looked at Michonne in surprise, then swayed as she stood up.

His body was as thin as a bamboo pole, with his ribs showing, as if he would fall over if a hurricane blew him down.

A flash of realization crossed Shumpert's eyes. Yes, after being tortured in the prison cell for so long, it was already quite an achievement to have survived, let alone participate in the gladiatorial combat.

In the prison cell, there was not enough food, not enough sleep, no sweet spring water, only endless darkness and despair.

Shumpert opened his mouth slightly and said almost imperceptibly, "Lie down, and I'll give you a quick death."

It was as if they hadn't heard, or as if they didn't care.

Michonne continued her attack, but it was disorganized and weak.

Shumpert dodged a few times without attacking, and immediately heard boos from the crowd.

The governor's cold gaze pierced him like needles.

Shumpert's expression hardened, and he said, "I'm sorry."

With a forward step, Shumpert twisted his body and struck Michonne squarely in the waist and abdomen.

The powerful force penetrated through the skin and pierced into the interior.

The intense pain caused an unnatural flush to appear on Michonne's pale face. She bent her knees, knelt on the ground, clutched her abdomen, and banged her head against the ground.

She clenched her teeth, making a clicking sound, but managed not to let out a scream.

Michonne, trembling all over, knelt on the ground, shaking.

Shumpert sighed inwardly, but still walked towards Michonne, slowly lifting his foot.

"Remember not to meet us in your next life, no, don't be born into this world."

Shumpert said calmly, then stomped down hard, aiming at the back of Michonne's head as she knelt on the ground.

At this moment, Michonne's eyes lit up. She struggled to get up, using her waist and abdomen to lift her upper body. A series of pains came from the injured area, causing Michonne's eyes to twitch a few times.

Michonne lunged at Shumpert, but Shumpert's stomp naturally landed on the ground.

Before he could react, Michonne's black elbow loomed larger and larger in his vision.

A sound of bone cracking echoed in Shumpert's head, his nose stung and ached, and for a moment he couldn't even open his eyes.

His tall body collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Michonne's carefully crafted tactic of feigning weakness yielded results with ease.

Michonne didn't have that much overflowing sympathy; she pounced on Shumpert, elbowing him, gouging his eyes, smashing his temples, and biting him—

Like a wild beast, Michonne used every trick in the book to attack Shumpert's vulnerable spots.

Within minutes, Michonne was exhausted, and Shumpert remained motionless.

He lay on the ground, his nose broken, his eyeballs gouged out, his temples and neck covered in scratches and bruises. Shumpert was not breathing. The situation changed in an instant.

The crowd in the stands seemed to hold their breath. Just moments before, they had been waving flags and cheering, but now they slumped into their seats, not uttering a word.

The governor, who usually wore a smile that suggested he controlled everything, suddenly stiffened, his face twitching.

Fuck, that son of a bitch Shumpert, that idiot, actually lost like that—

The governor was inwardly roaring and cursing, but he took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions.

The governor grinned and clapped his hands lightly. "Thank you, Miss Michonne, for bringing us such a—well, impressive—duel."

The governor's applause was clearly audible in the arena, and a few scattered claps came from the audience as well.

Michonne's chest heaved, her breathing sounding like a broken bellows. She was utterly exhausted and could only stare coldly at the governor.

She knew that, no matter what, the governor would not let her go.

Yes, you guessed right.

The governor smiled and said, "If you win, I'll let you fight another duel."

If you lose, you die.

Although the script deviated from the plan, the ending was predetermined: if I want you dead, you're doomed.

The governor couldn't help but laugh and clapped his hands twice more.

"Since our Miss Michonne is so skilled in combat, let her continue fighting. I'm sure Miss Michonne would be more than happy to do so, wouldn't she?"

With a mocking tone, Michonne gasped for breath, offering no response, wanting only to seize the time to rest and prepare for the next battle.

As the contestants changed, Michonne looked around.

Four zombies, caught in lassos, bared their fangs and claws, their greedy eyes fixed on Michonne.

Under the spotlight, Michonne could clearly see the reflection on the walker's claws and the foul-smelling yellow teeth in its mouth.

Bare-handed, facing zombies with sharp teeth and claws.

Michonne's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light as she glanced at the governor standing beside her, seemingly intending to lure the walkers to attack the governor.

The governor took two steps back, and a guard with a gun stood in front of him, aiming his gun at Michonne.

If she makes any unusual move, the armed guards will not hesitate to open fire.

Michonne, having dismissed the idea, could only look at the walkers, her resolute gaze momentarily wavering before coalescing again.

"start!"

At the governor's command, the four zombies were released.

Like wild beasts unleashed from their cages, their eyes gleaming green and drool dripping, they pounced on Michonne.

In the cramped living space, Michonne could only dodge left and right and tried to grab the walker's arm with her hands.

She had no tools to stop the zombies, so she could only dodge and put up a little resistance.

The cat-and-mouse game-like scene elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd, as if mocking back the embarrassment and anger of being slapped in the face.

The governor's lips curled up slightly, returning to the familiar sense of control he felt.

However, the governor's good mood didn't last more than a few minutes.

Da da da—

A dull, typewriter-like gunshot rang out.

A hail of bullets swept out, accurately hitting the four walkers in the arena and avoiding Michonne.

The sudden gunshots caused panic among the crowd, and screams, shoving, cursing, and shouting filled the entire arena.

"Fuck! What the hell happened now?"