Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 42 The Zombie Who Knows Kung Fu

The two had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, the zombie that had been silent lunged at the crowd.

It was incredibly fast, completely unlike the zombies Zeng Su had seen in movies and TV shows.

"Fire! Fire!"

The security guards shouted loudly.

"Slap slap slap!!"

Gunshots rang out in the night sky, and the flashes of gunpowder illuminated the darkness.

More than a dozen guns fired simultaneously, the bullets hitting the zombie with muffled "thud thud thud" sounds. The zombie's body shuddered violently, and the impact of the bullets made it stagger back two steps.

But it did not fall. The bullets were embedded in its gray-black skin, leaving only small, dark red craters, which did little good.

It steadied itself, its dark red eyes scanning the crowd before it pounced again.

Before the security guards could reload, the zombies had already rushed in front of them. Their gray-black claws swept across, and the two team members at the front screamed and fell to the ground, their chests torn open with three deep gashes, blood gushing out.

"Run! This thing is indestructible!"

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Someone shouted, and the security guards were thrown into disarray.

Some retreated while frantically firing their guns, while others simply turned and ran.

Bullets flew haphazardly through the night sky, nearly hitting their own men.

The most frightening thing during a battle is losing your fighting spirit and becoming disorganized.

"Don't panic, everyone stay calm!" A voice came from behind the crowd, stabilizing the chaotic situation.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe stepped out from the crowd.

This man, around fifty years old, was thin with prominent bones and a goatee. He held a peach wood sword with several crooked runes carved on its blade.

He stood in front of the crowd, holding a sword in his right hand and making a hand seal with his left, muttering incantations, acting like a master.

"May the Supreme Lord Laozi command this swiftly—as the law commands!"

The peach wood sword suddenly pointed forward, and a faint yellow light shot out from the tip of the sword and landed on the zombie.

The zombie paused for a moment, as if it had been tripped up by something.

The Taoist priest's face lit up with joy; his methods had indeed worked.

But in the next instant, the zombie broke free of its restraints, its dark red eyes fixed on the Taoist priest.

The Taoist's expression changed.

His "Soul-Fixing Spell" is fairly effective against ordinary wandering ghosts, but its effect is negligible against this kind of malevolent creature.

"Master!" a security guard shouted, "Can you hold on?"

"This humble Taoist priest—this humble Taoist priest—" The Taoist priest's lips trembled twice, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In truth, he had never seen anything like this before. He was just a self-taught amateur who could only fool the locals by doing feng shui and exorcising evil spirits in a few nearby villages.

This was the first time he had ever seen a real zombie. He had initially thought that with the security guard's gun and his own magical abilities, he could put up a fight even against a zombie. Besides, the offer was far too much; he really couldn't refuse.

But now I realize it's completely useless, and I've fallen into the trap myself.

Perhaps enraged by the Soul-Stabilizing Curse, the zombie stomped its legs off the ground and lunged at the Taoist priest like a cannonball.

The Taoist priest's first thought upon seeing this was to dodge, but his feet were rooted to the ground and he couldn't move an inch. Fear prevented him from making any proper movements, and he could only watch helplessly as the zombie pounced on him.

Just as the zombie's claws were about to grab the Taoist's face, a white figure descended from the sky.

"Bang!"

The zombie was slammed away by a tremendous force, tumbling and crashing into the paddy field by the roadside, creating a large crater and splashing mud and water everywhere.

The Taoist priest plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

He looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him in the moonlight. His white robe fluttered in the night wind, and his whole body shone with a jade-like luster.

Reverse Rebirth Triple - First Stage

At this moment, Lu Jin stretched out one hand, the same hand he used to deliver the blow, which landed squarely on the zombie's chest.

He withdrew his hand, flexed his fingers, and his gaze fell on the figure struggling to get up in the paddy field.

"This is a zombie?" he said in a low voice, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I thought it would be something more powerful, but this is all?"

The muddy water in the paddy field churned, and the zombie stood up straight from the mud.

There was a large, noticeable dent in the zombie's chest, and several cracks in its grayish-black skin revealed dark red muscle tissue underneath.

If a living person suffered such an injury, they would have died long ago, but for a zombie, it was just a minor injury. The zombie's dark red eyes then turned to stare at Lu Jin.

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The zombie opened its mouth, revealing two rows of blackened teeth, with two sharp canines protruding from its lips.

Then it rushed over, not by jumping but by running.

This time it was faster than before, splashing up large amounts of mud and water with every step it took in the paddy field, almost running on the water.

As it reached the edge of the field, it suddenly leaped up and attacked Lu Jin.

"Well done!"

Lu Jin put his left hand behind his back and raised his right palm again. This was a palm technique called "Mountain Shaking Palm," which, combined with the power of the Reverse Life Triple Enhancement, was extremely terrifying.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three palm strikes were delivered in quick succession, each strike more powerful than the last.

The first palm strike landed on the zombie's arm, knocking away its claws.

The second blow landed on the zombie's shoulder, causing it to stagger.

The third palm strike landed solidly on the zombie's chest.

The zombie flew out again, this time even farther than before, crashing directly into a locust tree as thick as a bowl by the roadside.

With a "crack," the tree trunk snapped, and the zombie and the broken tree fell to the ground together, rolling several meters away.

Lu Jin withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm, which was covered with a layer of grayish-black sticky liquid that smelled of decay.

He quickly reached into the paddy field to wash his hands, but thankfully there were no cuts or bruises.

"It stinks."

The taste is a bit strong.

The zombie rose from the ground again.

This time, its movements were slower than before, and the wound on its chest was more severe, revealing the bones inside its body. Grayish-black fluid seeped from the crack, dripping onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

Its left arm also drooped down, clearly dislocated by the blow it had just received.

It stood there, its dark red eyes fixed on Lu Jin, a low growl emanating from its throat. The growl was different from before, carrying a sense of anger.

Lu Jin noticed this detail and frowned slightly.

"This thing—"

How should I put it? Although he had never seen a zombie, he had learned about them. Zombies couldn't possibly have so many emotional expressions.

Then, the zombie moved again.

This time, instead of charging straight at it as before, it started circling.

It moved swiftly around Lu Jin, stirring up gusts of foul wind. Each step it took left a deep footprint, and its form cast afterimages in the moonlight. This was actually a martial arts footwork technique.

Lu Jin stood still, the light rotating as the zombie moved.

He was truly surprised; the zombie's behavior baffled him, completely unlike what was described in the book.

As the zombie circled around to Lu Jin's left, it suddenly stopped and its right claw, like a hook, reached for his neck.

Lu Jin sidestepped, and the claw's wind grazed his cheek, leaving several black streaks in the air.

Lu Jin slapped the zombie in the face with his backhand.

The zombie actually bent over to dodge, and at the same time kicked Lu Jin's knee from the side with its right foot. This was a proper leg technique, not a random kick, but a clear move with rules and techniques.

Lu Jin had to take a half step back to avoid the kick.

He re-examined his opponent.

"What exactly are you? You even know martial arts," he asked.

The zombie, of course, wouldn't answer.

Taking advantage of Lu Jin's retreat, it pounced again. This time, its attacks were even more ferocious, each move flowing smoothly.

Although the zombie's body is stiff and its joints are far less flexible than those of a living person, its attack patterns and moves are perfect, concealing the zombie's weaknesses and bringing out all its advantages.

Lu Jin calmly countered, deflecting the zombie's attacks with each palm strike. In his Reverse Life Triple State, his strength,...

His speed and reaction time far exceeded normal levels, making it difficult for even the most ferocious zombie attacks to truly harm him.

The reason he didn't finish the fight quickly was that he wanted to see what kind of performance this thing could deliver.

The two fought for dozens of moves under the moonlight.

The more Lu Jin fought, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt like he wasn't fighting zombies, but a martial arts master who had cultivated for many years.

The zombie seemed to realize that it couldn't beat the person in front of it. Its actions suddenly changed. Instead of fighting Lu Jin, it turned around and rushed towards the crowd.

A horrified scream erupted from the crowd.

Most of the security guards had already fled, leaving only a few injured men lying on the ground, unable to move.

The Taoist priest had already hidden behind a big tree, only peeking out half his head and trembling.

The zombie's target was a security guard who was paralyzed on the edge of a field.

This security guard was one of the people who had just been attacked by the zombies. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his chest, and he couldn't stand up at all.

He saw the zombie rushing towards him, his pupils dilated suddenly, and his mouth opened wide but he couldn't make a sound.

Lu Jin's expression changed. He touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow, grabbing the zombie's ankle just as it was about to grab the young man.

"You come back here!"

He yanked hard, pulling the zombie's body back from mid-air and slamming it heavily to the ground.

But the zombie's other foot kicked Lu Jin's wrist hard. Lu Jin cried out in pain and let go, and the zombie took the opportunity to roll over and get up.

It stopped attacking and instead stood between Lu Jin and the young man, its dark red eyes fixed on Lu Jin, emitting a threatening growl from its throat.

Zeng Su remained crouched on the roof, quietly watching everything unfold.

When Lu Jin was fighting the zombies, he didn't intervene, not because he didn't want to help, but because he was waiting for an opportunity to see the truth clearly.

The time has come.

Feipeng hovered silently in the night sky, his sharp eyes, capable of seeing a mouse on the ground from a thousand meters above, were now fixed on a certain direction outside the battlefield.

About 300 meters from the battlefield, on a hill, a man was crouching under a large pine tree.

The person was dressed in all black and almost blended into the night.

If Fei Peng hadn't had exceptional eyesight, he would never have been able to detect his presence.

The person is holding something in their hand, which appears to be a small drum, and is continuously striking the drumhead with their other hand.

"Someone was definitely up to something!"

Not long after Lu Jin rushed out to fight the zombie, he felt something was very strange, because this zombie was simply not like a zombie; its intelligence was far too advanced.

Zombies of this level shouldn't possess such intelligence, so someone must be controlling them.

Sure enough, they finally found that person.

Zeng Su stood up from the roof and made a gesture towards the night sky.

Upon receiving the signal, Fei Peng folded its wings and glided silently toward the hill.

Then he jumped off the roof and walked towards Lu Jin.

"Senior brother." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear in the night breeze.

Lu Jinzheng stood facing the zombie, asking without turning his head, "What?"

"Someone is controlling the zombies from behind." Zeng Su walked to Lu Jin's side and lowered his voice. "About three hundred meters to the northwest, under a large pine tree."

Lu Jin raised an eyebrow and glanced in that direction.

"No wonder," he said. "This thing's attacks were too methodical; I knew something was wrong."

"Hold on for a bit," Zeng Su said. "I'll go around and take a look."

"You're alone?" Lu Jin frowned. "What if that person is powerful?" "Fei Peng has already gone there," Zeng Su interrupted him. "Besides, I'm not alone."

He patted the wooden plaque at his waist.

Lu Jin understood and nodded: "Be careful."

Zeng Su turned around, and in a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.

Lu Jin immediately took the initiative and attacked the zombie. This time, he held nothing back; he was determined to completely annihilate it.

The two, one human and one zombie, became entangled in a fierce battle.

In fact, this zombie was inferior to Lu Jin in every aspect, but its combat awareness was much higher than Lu Jin's.

Although Lu Jin is very strong, he has had far too few battles, especially life-or-death battles, in which he has absolutely no experience.

Furthermore, zombies are not afraid of death. Even when injured, they cannot move or attack. In this state, the power a zombie can exert is much greater than that of a human.

On the other side, Zeng Su had already run home to the neighborhood where the men in black were located.

Mu didn't rush up. Instead, Fu circled around the back of the house from the side, slowly approaching under the cover of the bushes.

At this moment, Mu could hear a low drumbeat and the person muttering something in a hoarse and hurried voice, as if chanting a spell, but it was hard to hear clearly.

Pushing aside the bushes in front of her, Mu finally saw the person's face clearly.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties, burly, with a square face and a thick beard. He wore a long black robe, the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, revealing his two muscular arms.

Mu's hands struck the drumhead rapidly, his ten fingers moving with the agility of someone playing a piano.

But just then, the man suddenly turned around.