Survival in the Class: I'm the Only Boy on the Bus

Zhang Zizhong crouched slightly, raising his "Slay the Bandits Greatsword." The red cloth on the hilt fluttered in the cold wind, like a flame.

His eyes narrowed, and although the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes looked deeper, the murderous intent in his eyes was like that of a fierce tiger.

"Shhhh—!"

In the woods in front of them, a red figure slowly appeared, stepping on the golden leaves of the ginkgo trees scattered on the ground.

He had long, dark red hair, which was casually tied into a low ponytail at the back of his head, with strands falling loosely on both sides of his face.

He habitually walks with his head down and eyes slightly closed, letting his hair fall and cover his eyes. It is an extremely pretentious and arrogant way of walking.

He wore a bright red kimono on his upper body, loose white skirt-trousers on his lower body, and a pair of wooden clogs on his feet.

He rested his left hand on the hilt of a black katana, slowly walking out of the woods on the leaves of a ginkgo tree, the katana casually tucked into his white belt on his left side.

Zhang Zizhong squinted as he sized up the young man, who appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

He noticed that although the young man was not tall, his figure appeared thin under the loose red kimono.

But Zhang Zizhong dared not be careless at all, because he could see that although this Japanese chicken was full of flaws, he had no doubt that when the opponent made a move, it would be as powerful as thunder.

Moreover, this Japanese chicken walks very steadily with its center of gravity slightly lowered, clearly in a posture ready to launch an attack at any moment. Its seemingly arrogant, head-down walking posture is probably just to mislead others.

Zhang Zizhong kept watching the Japanese soldier who had emerged from the ginkgo grove. He lightly gripped his broadsword and addressed the civilians behind him:

"Get away from here with your children and women!"

Zhang Zizhong knew very well that he had encountered a formidable enemy.

The Japanese chicken dressed in a red kimono in front of him reminded Zhang Zizhong of a red cobra standing upright; if you weren't careful, it could deliver a fatal blow!

This young man wielding a samurai sword is far superior to those Japanese zombies. It's estimated that even a thousand Japanese zombies combined wouldn't be as strong as this one!

Moreover, Zhang Zizhong was well aware that he was no match for this Japanese chicken, so he could only desperately stall for time to let Jiang Chen arrive.

The bespectacled man behind Zhang Zizhong also sensed something was wrong, but the battle between awakened beings was not something ordinary people like them could participate in.

All the bespectacled man could do was lead the others away so that Old Master Zhang could focus on his work without having to worry about protecting them.

So the two little girls and the woman were taken by the men to a grassy area further away, which was two or three hundred meters away from Zhang Zizhong and the young man from Japan.

Zhang Zizhong looked at the young man in the red kimono who kept his head down and sneered:

"I didn't expect you to still adhere to this so-called Bushido!!"

Zhang Zizhong knew very well that the Japanese were deliberately holding back, keeping the civilians away first. Otherwise, with the Japanese's strength, killing these civilians would have been a piece of cake.

The young man in the red kimono finally looked up at Zhang Zizhong, but his calm eyes were covered by his loose dark red hair, and only the outline of his eyes could be vaguely seen.

The young man glanced at the Japanese zombie corpse next to Zhang Zizhong, and then at the [Kill the Bandit Greatsword] in Zhang Zizhong's hand.

He felt a surge of admiration for this dying man in his eighties, who did what he knew was impossible.

Although his mission ensured that no one could escape the massacre, he was unwilling to personally kill these unarmed civilians.

His original plan was simply to watch coldly as these civilians were torn apart by the Japanese zombies.

But he didn't expect the system to open a dungeon halfway through.

No one expected that the boy wielding the katana would be able to block most of the Japanese zombies at the bridge entrance.

What was even more unexpected was that this old man in his coarse military uniform was such a good fighter; he dealt with all the Japanese zombies along the way.

So he emerged from the shadows, just to make sure his mission was accomplished.

Thinking of this, the Japanese woman in the red kimono suddenly spoke, her voice completely flat, like a katana dripping with cold air:

"Ken'yuu Himekawa..."

"Swift Wind Sword Drawing Style..."

His name is Hikawa Kensuke, and his sword style is Hayate Batto-ryu. To show his respect for the old man, he made sure the old man knew his name and style before he died.

Zhang Zizhong naturally understood what Fei Chuan Jian Yu meant. He had also had many one-on-one duels with Japanese people, and at that time, those Japanese people would say a few words in Japanese language, "chirp chirp chirp".

Each time Zhang Zizhong killed them, he learned from his subordinates who knew a little Japanese that those Japanese chickens were announcing their home.

So Zhang Zizhong also introduced himself:

"Zhang Zizhong!"

"Eight Blades to Break Through the Edge!"

After Zhang Zizhong announced his name, he kept his attention focused on Hisakawa Kensuke's katana.

According to Zhang Zizhong's own understanding, the draw-sword style, or the draw-sword technique, is a swordsmanship that relies on extreme speed to achieve a fatal blow.

The essence of the draw-sword style lies in suddenly drawing your sword and killing the opponent when they are completely unprepared. However, this Kensuke Hisakawa simply announced that he uses the draw-sword style, which defeats the purpose of surprise.

Zhang Zizhong frowned slightly. Hikawa Kensuke's brazen revelation of his name suggested either that Hikawa Kensuke was so powerful that he believed he could absolutely kill him instantly, or that Hikawa Kensuke was deceiving him to mislead him.

Zhang Zizhong smiled bitterly to himself. Even though Hikawa Kensuke told him his fighting style, he still had to pay attention to Hikawa Kensuke's other attack methods. This made Zhang Zizhong more focused and made it harder for him to concentrate on when Hikawa Kensuke would draw his sword.

This is truly a battle between masters; they've already started psychological warfare with just a few words exchanged before the fight even began!

Upon hearing about the swordsmanship used by Zhang Zizhong, Hisakawa Kenyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

He knew about the famous "Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge," as his great-grandfather had died from the Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge.

However, Kensuke Hikawa had no intention of making a move; introducing himself was merely out of respect for the old man.

He ignored Zhang Zizhong and looked at the ice-blue giant swords in the four directions of Jinlin City, which were taller than the city walls.

At this moment, the four giant swords were inserted right in front of the four gates of Golden Scale City, blocking the invasion of all zombies.

The other four giant swords blocked two portals in each of the four directions: east, south, west, and north.

The zombies couldn't pour out of the two portals blocked by the giant swords, and the giant swords were surrounded by the corpses of Japanese chicken zombies and A-level tank zombies.

This also resulted in only four portals remaining in the four directions of Golden Scale City, reducing the number of zombie hordes by one-third.

With Li Xiaoyao's intervention, the People's Liberation Army soldiers on the Jinlin City wall not only felt much less pressure, but their morale also became even higher!

Kensuke Himawari's lips curled slightly:

"They finally made their move!"

next moment!

A red portal suddenly opened to the left of Kensuke Hisakawa!

Countless head-and-footed chicken-like zombies poured out of the portal, their green eyes glowing even brighter!

These are C-level Japanese zombies that emerged from the portal!

Kensuke Hisakawa leaned casually against the root of a ginkgo tree, his left hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword, and closed his eyes again.

A few golden ginkgo leaves drifted down onto his head and the hilt of his sword.

Kensuke Himawari had no intention of making a move; these C-rank Japanese zombies were enough to kill the old man and the civilians.

He came here simply to make sure there were no unexpected incidents!