Oh no! I've been reincarnated as a corpse!

Nangong Yi's confidence rekindled, and with a roar, he unleashed a furious onslaught on Lu You like a tiger released from its cage.

The roar of a tiger echoed through the night with each of his punches.

His blood and qi surged like a tide, his fists raged, and the surrounding dust was swirled up to a height of more than a person, as if a small whirlwind had appeared out of nowhere.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Lu You was forced to retreat repeatedly.

After all, he had never fought a real battle, so he was indeed far behind in experience.

It's like a game character with high stats, but unfortunately, all the skill slots are empty.

However, Lu You was well aware of his own weaknesses.

He didn't even think about retaliating; he focused entirely on defending himself.

If he only defends and doesn't attack, it's not actually too difficult for him, given his physical strength which far surpasses that of Nangong Yi.

Although it was a chaotic mess, like robbing Peter to pay Paul, they managed to block everything.

As the fight dragged on, Lu You found himself getting more and more into the zone.

The fight against Nangong Yi's attack went from being perilous to being narrowly safe, and then from being narrowly safe to being completely smooth and effortless.

Gradually, he even had the energy to observe Nangong Yi's movements up close.

The angle of the shoulder when punching.

The twisting of the waist and hips when exerting force.

The stretching and contraction of muscles and tendons in every movement.

Lu You was like a dried-out sponge, frantically absorbing everything in front of her.

He began to try to incorporate Nangong Yi's power generation techniques into his own movements.

The movements were very awkward at first.

The new knowledge he had learned conflicted with his body's instinctive reactions, disrupting his defensive rhythm several beats.

In the ensuing chaos, he immediately received several punches.

Lu You's originally pale skin suddenly developed several dark bruises, like a few drops of ink splashed onto a traditional Chinese ink painting.

But Lu You remained expressionless, his heart unmoved.

LOL, there's absolutely no pain.

Moreover, he can clearly feel his own progress.

The feeling of getting stronger every second is even more addictive than watching the experience bar climb rapidly in a game in my past life.

He was in a state of high excitement and couldn't care less about anything else.

As the fight went on for longer, Lu You's technique for generating power became more and more refined.

Deflecting Nangong Yi's attacks became increasingly easy, even effortless.

Later on, he even managed to find opportunities to counterattack in the gaps between blocking more than ten attacks in a row.

It felt like suddenly seeing a crack in a dense rain.

Lu You's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent.

So this is what fighting feels like?

He studied even harder, immersing himself in the thrill of this hands-on learning experience.

Compared to Lu You's excitement, Nangong Yi's mood sank to the bottom little by little as the battle continued.

He is desperate now.

Damn it, what kind of monster is this zombie?

At first, the zombie's combat experience was shockingly weak; it couldn't even fight back and relied entirely on instinct to endure.

As the game progressed, he realized something was wrong.

This zombie is imitating him.

Learn from his combat experience, his power generation techniques, and his offensive rhythm.

What's most unsettling is how incredibly fast this guy learns.

As an opponent, Nangong Yi's feelings were more intuitive than anyone else's.

With each encounter, he could sense that the zombie was improving.

At first, I could only passively take the hits, then I was able to defend steadily, and later I actually learned some of the essence and was even able to counterattack!

The most outrageous thing is that he did manage to hit the zombie several times during this process.

His fist landed squarely on that pale body; if it were an ordinary first-realm demon or martial arts master, they would have been seriously injured, if not killed.

But this zombie's physical body was ridiculously strong. It withstood so many attacks and was still alive and kicking without even flinching.

Could a living corpse in the first realm have such abnormal defensive power?

Nangong Yi's confidence has been shattered.

If this continues, with the zombie's combat skills becoming increasingly sophisticated, coupled with its unreasonable physical strength, I will undoubtedly lose.

In that instant of panic in Nangong Yi's heart, Lu You had already seized the opportunity.

He precisely parried Nangong Yi's attack, while simultaneously throwing a punch at his abdomen.

Nangong Yi was startled, and cold sweat poured down his back.

This counterattack came too suddenly.

He didn't have time to think, he took quick steps and retreated desperately.

Even so, Lu You's fist still grazed his abdomen, causing a burning pain, as if he had been whipped by a red-hot iron bar.

Nangong Yi's eye twitched, but he forced himself not to cover his stomach.

Don't show weakness.

We mustn't let this living corpse see through our disguise.

However, before he could catch his breath, he saw the zombie with a sinister smile on its face rushing towards him.

Under the moonlight, his pale yet handsome face was filled with excitement, and his eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty desire.

The zombie laughed loudly and shouted, "Come on! Continue!"

Nangong Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

Given the strength of this zombie, it definitely can't escape.

We have no choice but to fight to the death.

He roared, filled with despair, and charged forward once more.

At this moment, Lu You was indeed extremely excited.

He discovered that he might actually be the legendary martial arts prodigy, one in a century.

He himself felt that the speed of his progress was a bit exaggerated.

Before the battle was even over, he had already learned most of his opponent's techniques.

Although his cultivation level hadn't improved, he felt that his combat power had increased by at least several tens of percent compared to before.

That's the benefit of combat skills and experience.

Seeing that Nangong Yi had been forced back by his punch, Lu You was not about to stop.

He rushed excitedly towards Nangong Yi, his eyes practically sparkling: "Come on! Let's continue!"

Lu You was very satisfied with the way Nangong Yi roared and charged over.

This guy may look like a bear and have a fierce appearance, but he's actually a really nice person.

They knew they had to teach him how to play, and they didn't cut corners at all.

Every punch was a solid, high-quality one.

With respect, Lu You clashed with Nangong Yi once again.

As his experience grew, he became more and more adept at the game.

The attack gradually changed from needing to retaliate once every ten or more times to being able to retaliate once every ten or less times.

After a long time, Lu You was able to fight Nangong Yi on equal terms.

Punches and kicks flew, tiger roars echoed, and the two fought, raising clouds of dust.

Seeing Nangong Yi roaring repeatedly, his face turning red and the veins on his neck bulging, Lu You felt even greater respect for him.

It feels like this guy is putting in all his effort.

A hardworking and reliable man!

Unfortunately, he felt he had already learned almost everything he could.

He had roughly memorized Nangong Yi's boxing moves and grasped most of his power techniques, but he always felt that something was missing.

The power he unleashed was still considerably less than that of Nangong Yi.

He guessed that this boxing style must contain a unique internal method for circulating qi and blood.

As a living corpse, I myself have no vital energy or blood.

His physical strength comes from the nourishment of Yin energy, which is a completely different system from that of a living person.

If you use yin energy to circulate this set of boxing techniques, it might have some effect, but it certainly won't be ideal.

Moreover, he couldn't possibly let someone teach him their most secret and valuable techniques.

They have already taught me a great deal; they have done more than enough.

Lu You's thoughts were racing, and she looked up at Nangong Yi.

The martial arts master was already breathing heavily, his chest heaving more and more violently, and his blood and qi were noticeably weaker.

It's obvious that it's almost completely depleted.

Okay, let's stop here.

Lu You forced Nangong Yi back with a punch, took two steps back, patted non-existent dust off his hands, and laughed, "Alright, that's enough."

Nangong Yi was now close to going mad.

As Lu You's strength grew, he could almost see his death drawing ever closer.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Even if I die here today, I will still bite off a piece of flesh from this living corpse.

Lu You's casual remark left him completely stunned.

We're not playing anymore?

What? You're not fighting anymore?

He stared blankly at Lu You, his eyes filled with confusion.

However, the next moment, he saw Lu You's figure suddenly disappear from the spot, as if swallowed up by the night.

It happened so fast he didn't even have time to blink.

Only a single, light sentence remained in the air, drifting into his ears on the night breeze.

"Thanks for letting me practice today. I'm going back to sleep now."

Nangong Yi: "??????"

He was completely stunned.

What... what's going on?

He had already prepared himself for death, and had even written his own epitaph in his mind.

And then they left?

Just like that, he left?

He knew his own situation best; the zombies had completely gained the upper hand, and if the fight continued, they would take him down in no time.

With such an overwhelming advantage, the zombie actually let him go and turned to leave?

How could this happen?

And how did he leave?

I didn't see it clearly at all!

Just then, pain shot through all the wounds on his body, large and small, pulling him back to reality from his shock.

hiss……

He looked down at the bruises and wounds all over his body, and felt a dull pain in some of his bones, which he feared were cracked.

As the monster began to fight back, he also took a good beating.

He looked around warily. The moonlight was like water, the night breeze was gentle, and the surroundings were quiet. There was no sign of the living corpse.

He took a deep breath, and collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

Every muscle in my body was screaming in agony, each one protesting the overexertion I had just endured.

He has been fighting until now, and his body has long been at its limit.

He couldn't understand the living corpse's thoughts at all.

But no matter what, he survived.

A sense of relief at surviving a disaster welled up in his heart, leaving him somewhat dazed.

Just then, a trembling voice came from the side: "Master Nangong... are you... are you alright?"

Nangong Yi turned his head and saw the old village chief looking at him with a worried expression.

Behind the old village chief stood a large group of villagers, men, women, and children, all hunched over, looking like eggplants that had been collectively wilted by frost.

They couldn't help at all in the battle just now; they could only watch from afar, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They were afraid that if they accidentally disturbed the battle, they would become innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.

When Nangong Yi saw the old village chief's wrinkled face, his anger flared up instantly.

Damn it, if this old guy hadn't been wrong about the information, how could I have ended up in this predicament today?

Is this supposed to be "Only One Rat Demon"?

He said coldly and impatiently, "That zombie is gone, but it could come back at any time. Prepare a room for me; I need to heal my wounds!"