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Chapter 64: Because he was afraid of pain, he maxed out his defense.

Fang Qingzhou, holding a tactical dagger, walked towards the zombies wearing A-grade armor.

Hearing the footsteps, the zombies all turned around, their murky eyes locking onto the human who walked straight toward them without flinching.

The first A-armored zombie, which wasn't wearing a helmet, opened its mouth, let out a hoarse roar, and charged towards Fang Qingzhou.

The weight of the armor made it extremely clumsy when it ran.

It pounced on Fang Qingzhou, its two hands, covered in ceramic armor plates, gripping his shoulders tightly, and opened its mouth full of black and yellow teeth to bite down hard on his neck.

But even though the teeth were biting Fang Qingzhou's neck, nothing happened.

The advanced Steelback Beast's eight times greater resistance to impact and significantly improved skin toughness mean that ordinary zombies' teeth can't even bite through its skin.

The zombie seemed stunned as well. Its brain, which had been almost completely corrupted by the T-virus, couldn't understand why it couldn't bite the neck of the human in front of it.

Fang Qingzhou then reached out and pressed both hands against the sides of the zombie's head, then twisted it forcefully.

The cervical vertebrae snapped with a crisp crack as the zombie's head turned nearly 180 degrees around its neck.

The remaining zombies surrounded him, and one of them, wearing a helmet, grabbed Fang Qingzhou from behind, wrapped its arms tightly around his waist, and then desperately tried to bite his neck through the visor of its helmet.

However, the helmet's visor is made of sealed bulletproof glass, so its open mouth can only hit the inside of the visor. The black and yellow teeth make a dull thud as they hit the glass, leaving streaks of sticky saliva on the visor.

Fang Qingzhou was so angry he was amused. He had no intention of dodging. The zombie couldn't even find him after spitting all over him. He turned around and stabbed the dagger into the A-armored zombie's chin, which was not protected by the helmet, and then twisted it hard.

The blade rotated half a circle inside the cranial cavity, turning the brain, which had long been corroded and shriveled by the T-virus, into a mess.

Fang Qingzhou pulled the dagger from the chin of the helmeted zombie, and dark red blood and grayish-white brain matter flowed down the blade.

The zombie's body slumped to the ground, and the heavy A-grade armor slammed into the epoxy resin floor with a dull metallic clang.

The remaining zombies still surrounded him, attacking his body in vain with their teeth and nails. One of them even bit his forearm and wouldn't let go, hanging on his arm like a dog biting a slipper.

Fang Qingzhou glanced down at the zombie, then stabbed the dagger into its eye socket, pulled it out, and stabbed it into the head of the next zombie. Before long, he had killed all the zombies wearing A-grade armor.

This should be the easiest time Fang Qingzhou has ever faced these zombies.

He wiped the dagger clean on the zombie's body and put it back into the scabbard at his waist.

Aside from his clothes being torn to shreds by the zombies, his skin was completely unharmed, without even a single tooth mark.

Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but recall the first time he was surrounded by eight zombies in the east corridor of the Raccoon City Police Department. He was bitten and covered in blood, and only survived thanks to his protagonist's viral immunity and Bristleback's basic damage reduction.

Now, the same zombies can't even bite through his skin.

"Leon, you—" Claire was completely stunned by Fang Qingzhou's fighting style.

Her hand was still covering Sherry's eyes, preventing the little girl from seeing such a bloody and violent scene, but the little girl pried the hand open a crack and stared intently.

"No need to ask so many questions, just put this on first." Fang Qingzhou ignored Claire's hesitant expression and squatted down to start peeling off the A-armor from the zombie corpses on the ground.

He tossed two relatively clean A-grade armors to Claire, then put one on himself, and after wearing it, he looked much larger.

Although Fang Qingzhou's defense is already terrifying, he doesn't mind having too much armor. As the defense of these bio-weapons increases, his own defense must also increase.

He maxed out his defense because he was afraid of pain.

Fang Qingzhou not only put on the A-armor completely, but also picked up a number of assault rifles and submachine guns next to the zombie corpses on the ground.

These are the standard weapons that rapid reaction forces are equipped with when wearing A-armor; the magazines are all full, and not a single shot has been fired.

Clearly, these soldiers were infected with the virus immediately after donning their armor and picking up their weapons, without even having a chance to pull the trigger.

He squatted down and picked up the full magazines one by one, stuffing them into the magazine pouches pre-installed on the chest and waist of the A armor, until each magazine pouch was bulging.

Finally, he picked up a well-maintained assault rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt to check the condition of the chamber, and then rested the butt against the shoulder guard of the A-armor to test his aiming posture.

Now, not only is his defense maxed out, but his fear of insufficient firepower has also been completely cured.

As long as he doesn't encounter the Tyrant or G William, other monsters are nothing to him.

"Could it be that this final hurdle will finally give me a good time?" Fang Qingzhou thought to himself.

He was almost certain that this was the final level of Resident Evil 2.

The first three levels were filled with deaths and constant running through various monsters.

The only things that gave him a little satisfaction were the two times Ada kissed him on her own initiative; otherwise, it was all painful replays of death and the system's cold resurrection notifications.

Now it's the final stage. All his skills have been upgraded to the highest level for this stage, and he's wearing A-grade armor that can stop rifle bullets.

He was armored, carrying a fully magazineed assault rifle, with a Lightning Eagle and a dagger hanging from his waist.

He felt like a player who had been tortured through three levels and finally maxed out his equipment and level, ready to vent all the frustration he had suffered in the final level.

Claire, who was standing next to her, had already put on her A-armor, but she only wore the chest and shoulder armor; her leg and arm armor remained untouched.

The A-grade armor is quite heavy, weighing several tens of kilograms in total. Her strength is not comparable to Fang Qingzhou's, who has undergone several skill enhancements. She cannot move freely while fully clad in heavy armor like him.

If she were to wear the full A-armor set, she would have to make trade-offs in terms of weaponry, and could no longer be a mobile arsenal.

Little Shirley was also wearing a breastplate, which was so large on her small body that it looked like a fluffy dress, with the hem reaching all the way to her knees.

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