Chapter 41 - Desperate Efforts

Ling Li’s fists smashed directly onto a steel rebar column, completely deforming it—his strength had surpassed common understanding.

After dodging the attack, Su Mo gathered his strength and punched York hard.

However, York didn’t budge, and instead, Su Mo’s fist throbbed painfully, feeling as if he had struck a concrete wall.

“Hehe!

Is that all the strength you have?”

York lifted his foot and swept it across.

Su Mo dared not get hit, performing a sideways flip and narrowly dodging it.

However, as soon as Su Mo landed, York charged at him, not giving him a moment to recover and launched a storm-like attack from a higher position.

Su Mo could only keep retreating, but he soon ran out of space—he had backed up to the edge.

If he moved back any further, he would only fall.

Below was a tide of zombies, and no matter how strong he was, he wouldn’t survive.

Of course, York didn’t give Su Mo any chance to breathe, as he loomed over him with another punch.

Su Mo’s pupils contracted as he seemed to have already predicted York’s attack, ducking to dodge and rolling around to his back.

In fact, Su Mo hadn’t just been passively receiving beatings and being suppressed; he had been observing York, who had used the Potion.

Su Mo shrewdly noticed that although York had become stronger after taking the Potion, he also had weaknesses.

Normally, this guy should have been a very calm expert, but now his rationality seemed affected, thus many of his judgments were impaired.

Another point was that York’s strength and physique had greatly increased, but his agility had decreased significantly.

Moving behind York, Su Mo pushed off the ground, leaping up and kicking at York’s back.

He wanted to kick York off, but unfortunately, his strength was still slightly insufficient; York only staggered forward a step before stopping.

Su Mo quickly retreated, trying to increase the distance as much as possible.

Then York turned around to look at Su Mo.

“As cunning as expected!

But before absolute power, everything is useless.”

After speaking, York charged at Su Mo like a wild bull.

However, this time, Su Mo didn’t run or retreat.

He stood still, took a deep breath, and decided not to hold back anymore.

“Activate Dragon Spine, expand the back.”

Instantly, Su Mo’s bones made cracking sounds, his muscles and joints all moved.

His spine realigned itself, and his shoulders broadened.

Su Mo utilized his master’s unique skill to enhance the flexibility of his entire body.

As York approached, Su Mo sidestepped and swiftly dodged, then delivered a fierce kick to York’s right ankle.

York’s right ankle bent, but he managed to withstand it and was just about to recover.

Su Mo punched the back of his neck, then somersaulted, delivering fierce kicks to his temples.

York’s head shook, his body almost leaning forward to fall, but he supported himself with his hands and stood up again.

Turing around, he furiously attacked Su Mo.

Unfortunately, Su Mo was now like an agile monkey, deftly dodging all of York’s attacks and continuously punching at various critical spots on York’s body.

If one punch didn’t hurt, he would strike the same spot, punch after punch.

Even if York could withstand a lot, he started to struggle.

He roared furiously,

“Do you only know how to dodge?”

Su Mo didn’t answer him; instead, he showed him through his actions.

He quickly rushed forward, leaping up and kicked him in the chest, followed by another straight kick to his face.

York stumbled continuously backward, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing more and more labored, showing a hint of pain on his face.

It seemed that the side effects of the Genetic Potion had begun.

So the next second, York, unable to vent his power nowhere else, charged toward a nearby steel rebar column, breaking it with his bare hands and then twisting it like a twist, forming a steel rod.

York swung the steel rod at Su Mo.

Su Mo kept retreating, and at that moment, zombies also climbed up.

“Get out of the way!”

In York’s eyes, those zombies were as annoying as flies, and in his anger, he swung his steel rod in a sweeping motion, bending the bodies of any zombie struck by it in half.

This sight made Su Mo’s heart tremble with fear.

If it had been him who was hit, he would have surely died on the spot.

Soon, Su Mo had nowhere else to retreat.

He was pushed to the edge again, gasping wildly.

Moreover, Su Mo was already showing signs of physical exhaustion; his whole body ached unbearably, and his movements began to slow down.

Falling down was just a matter of time.

At this point, York noticed that Su Mo was almost done for and rushed over excitedly, swinging his steel rod down at Su Mo with all his might.

“Go to hell!”

Su Mo’s pupils shrank, and he met the attack head-on, sliding past closely, he skidded by York’s feet.

York’s iron rod slammed hard onto the ground.

Immediately, Su Mo stood up, charged toward York from behind, leaped onto his back, choked him with his left hand, and furiously pounded his right hand against York’s temple.

Punch after punch!

York, in pain, shook his body violently trying to shake Su Mo off.

Unfortunately for him, Su Mo clung on like an ivy, impossible to shake off, and the intensity of his strikes grew stronger, his fists turning bloody and raw.

York’s head spun, and his body pitched toward the edge.

Su Mo immediately let go of his chokehold and landed on the edge.

He watched as York fell into the crowd of zombies below, his eyes filled with extreme unwillingness.

Unfortunately, it was to no avail; he fell into the mass of zombies, which swarmed over him and engulfed him entirely.

Su Mo staggered to his feet, still gasping for air, feeling no joy at this moment.

He had killed his opponent, but he was almost at his own end.

The building below was filled with zombies, which continued to climb up.

The entire city must have fallen; under such circumstances, there was almost no chance of survival.

And now, the bracelet judged that he was in a combat state, and offline logging was not allowed.

More and more zombies climbed to the rooftop, surrounding Su Mo.

Su Mo took a deep breath, preparing to face reality.

Then, a massive roar came from afar.

Su Mo glanced in the distance and saw a tank crushing its way through the crowd of corpses, any zombies in its path being ground to a pulp.

Bang~

A cannon shot exploded the group of zombies just beneath Su Mo’s building.

When the tank reached the building, the hatch opened, and Sun Duoxiang waved excitedly at Su Mo from the rooftop.

“Brother!”

Upon seeing Sun Duoxiang, Su Mo was surprised but also felt a slight joy.

He took a deep breath, punched a nearby zombie to the ground, and charged downwards.

Z Country·Imperial City, inside a simple office.

An elderly man with white hair and a spirited demeanor stood with his hands behind his back next to a window, his deep eyes gazing out at the scenery.

At that moment, a woman dressed in a white shirt, looking efficient and charismatic, walked up with a cup of freshly brewed tea and greeted respectfully.

“Council President.”

“Hmm!”