Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

The two walked toward each other, their pace quickening until they almost simultaneously charged forward in the last three meters.

The painted-face character made the first move.

A powerful, heavy punch was thrown, heading straight for Chen Tuo's head.

The fist sliced ​​through the air, making a sharp, piercing sound.

If that punch lands solidly, it would dent even a door panel, let alone a head made of flesh.

boom!

The one with the painted face was the first to be hit.

Chen Tuo dodged his punch.

But Chen Tuo's punch was unexpected.

"Waaah—"

A muffled groan escaped his throat involuntarily, and the man with the painted face clutched his stomach, taking two steps back.

The moment he looked up, a fist, accompanied by a gust of wind, hurtled straight at his face.

The painted-face man was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

The fist grazed his cheek.

He dodged the punch, but the low sweeping kick that followed landed squarely on his shin.

His legs went weak, and before he could even stand up straight, his elbow came crashing down on his face again.

The man with the painted face went numb, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Fortunately, after so many years in the underground boxing scene, he wasn't a novice. His instincts, honed through years of boxing, made him instinctively tilt his head...

His elbow slammed down from behind his ear and landed on his shoulder. The force sent him staggering again, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder...

After just one exchange, Hua Lian knew what level of opponent he was facing.

This person's skills far surpass mine.

Moreover, judging from his moves, he doesn't practice a single style of boxing, but rather a complete stand-up striking system, most likely following the kickboxing style.

This is troublesome...

Compared to boxers who hone their fists to perfection, kickboxers use their fists, legs, knees, and elbows as deadly weapons.

Painted Face actually prefers to face boxers.

It's not that the former is weaker, but rather that he mainly learned boxing routines.

He was very familiar with all the different moves in boxing.

But he wasn't really confident he could counter with any means other than punches...

Hua Lian knew that if it came down to pure skill, he would most likely be completely dominated and humiliated by Hua Lian from start to finish, until he was utterly defeated.

But he did not show any fear.

So what if you're technically skilled?

In the most primitive form of physical confrontation, combat, physical strength is the greatest asset.

Hua Lian, who came from an unorthodox background, has been able to dominate the underground boxing scene for so long. Besides being proficient in several combinations of punches, he relies on his large physique, brute strength, hard chin, and ruthless attacks.

Among his past opponents were many who were more skilled than him, but in the end, they all ended up with their faces covered in blood, lying on the ground like dead dogs.

Looking at Chen Tuo, who was half a head shorter than him, he was confident that he would make the other party suffer the same fate.

If you manage to land a solid punch, you'll definitely go soft!

The painted-face man grinned maliciously and lunged forward again with his fist raised...

……

Fang Hui was terrified.

The red-haired man at the door was already a corpse, with blood still seeping from the hole in his head.

Old Zhang retreated to the corner by the window, a short axe embedded in his shoulder, half his body stained crimson with blood...

Her mind was a complete mess; she had no idea how things had turned out this way.

Shouldn't we have set up an ambush on our side, waiting for Chen Tuo and the other two to enter before attacking and subduing them all at once?

How could it have turned into this state in less than three seconds after the door was opened...?

If Red Hair and Old Zhang are still so shallow, then Green Hair, who went down to open the door earlier, will surely meet a similar fate.

But she still held onto a sliver of hope.

The painted face will definitely win!

After all, in the entire underground boxing scene in Jiaxing, Hua Lian is a true big shot, having only lost three out of hundreds of matches, winning all the others by crushing his opponents.

He's so much stronger than Chen Tuozhuang, he'll definitely be fine.

The key player on their side who decides the outcome is always the "painted face" (a player who plays a crucial role in the game); as for the others, they are completely unimportant.

If he can win, everything can be turned around.

Sure enough, when Fang Hui saw that the painted-face man had succeeded in his attack and Chen Tuo suddenly retreated, she almost shouted out in excitement...

On Shu Yao and Jiang Xin's side, Li Wenwu had already fainted on the ground.

Chen Tuo had instructed them beforehand that if they could quickly deal with everyone except Hua Lian and stabilize the situation after opening the door, the two women only needed to stand guard at the door and keep a close watch on the inside.

Conversely, if the battle devolves into chaos, Chen Tuo will withstand the main pressure, while the two women will each need to restrain or eliminate one enemy.

The current situation is clearly the former; Shu Yao and Jiang Xin don't need to take action, they just need to guard the gate.

Seeing Chen Tuo being driven back, Shu Yao still panicked.

He grabbed his entrenching tool and tried to rush in, but Jiang Xin grabbed him.

"No problem, that barbarian with the tattoo on his head can't beat Brother Tuo!"

"How do you know? Do you understand him?"

"No, it's enough that I know Brother Tuo."

"I'm worried..."

"Relax, you still don't understand the value of Tuo Ge's professional career, nor do you understand his fighting style. He likes to deliberately create openings in his fights to better read his opponent. Once he has analyzed and mastered his opponent's punching habits, it's time to reap the rewards."

"But what if..."

"There are no 'buts' or 'what ifs'! That barbarian is just a boxer in underground rings, not even a professional. Brother Tuo is a professional among professionals. Just watch closely. In the past, watching Brother Tuo beat someone up would cost money."

boom--

Chen Tuo took another punch, but fortunately his arm guard was strong enough that the force was absorbed by his arms. Apart from the numbness in his arms, he was not injured at all.

Another overhead hook came crashing down.

Chen Tuo's arm seemed welded to his head, allowing him to withstand another blow solidly. He staggered and took two steps back.

"Is that all you've got?"

The man with the painted face clenched his fist and sneered, his initial wariness instantly dissipating.

This person is nothing special...

Chen Tuo smiled.

He had read through Hua Lian's power, technique, and even his punching habits.

He has the build of a middleweight, and his strength is barely above the lightweight level (a weight class above lightweight). As for his technique...

"You're so trashy it surprises me."

"What did you say?"

The moment the painted-face man frowned, Chen Tuo made another move.

Completely different from before, he no longer made any tentative punches; instead, he charged forward quickly and fiercely, almost to the point of recklessly charging in.

This sudden advance makes one subconsciously feel that this person doesn't seem like a seasoned expert in combat, but rather more like a rookie who's gotten carried away.

"You're asking for it!" The painted-face man threw another powerful swing punch, aiming straight for Chen Tuo's chin.

Chen Tuo didn't even look. He anticipated the move the instant the punch was thrown, and with a slight tilt of his head, he perfectly deflected it.

Immediately afterwards, step forward, extend your shoulder, and throw a punch!

A perfectly executed straight punch passed through the gap in front of Hua Lian and landed squarely on his face.

boom--

The punch landed squarely on his nose.

His nose instantly twisted to one side, and blood gushed out, covering half of his face.

Before he could react, a second punch came right away.

A hook punch landed on his chin, sending the man's head flying upwards.

If it weren't for his neck, the impact would have been enough to send his head flying to the ceiling.

The immense force nearly knocked him off his feet, but before he could regain his balance...

The moment the sound of something cutting through the air rang out, a punch landed squarely on his cheek.

As blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, two large teeth, mixed with drops of blood, flew off and hit the wall, rolling around on the floor...

The man with the disfigured face felt excruciating pain sweep over his entire body.

He tried to fight back, but the fists rained down on him, giving him no chance to react and leaving him no choice but to take the beating.

Even with his hands still gesturing a defensive stance in front of him, Chen Tuo's punches were as precise as a scalpel, always finding an opening to bypass his defenses and relentlessly raining down punch after punch on his face...

The scene at this moment was completely different from what had happened before.

If the two had previously gone toe-to-toe, each having their moments of advantage.

Now, it's Chen Tuo's solo show, and Hua Lian has no chance to resist at all.

Chen Tuo recklessly executed hook and swing combinations, his eyes fixed on his opponent, constantly shifting the angle of his punches as he threw them, showing absolutely no intention of defending.

With only offense and no defense, they essentially used him as a giant human punching bag.

thump—

Finally, after taking another hit to the heel, Hua Lian couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground. The dizziness in his head prevented him from even making the most basic defensive moves.

Chen Tuo did not pursue him, but instead extended his finger again and beckoned him to stand up.

If they say they're going to beat him to death, then they're going to beat him to death.

There is absolutely no indication that falling to the ground means the end...

If Chen Tuo hadn't wanted to make Hua Lian suffer enough pain to console the innocent survivors he had killed and to make them pay the price for provoking him, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths, and he wouldn't have been able to withstand so many punches.

He should be completely knocked out after three punches at most.

In his previous punches, Chen Tuo deliberately avoided the chin, temples, and earlobes where the vagus nerve is concentrated, and instead aimed all his punches at the more resilient areas of his face.

Otherwise, given the power of his bare fists, three punches would be too many, and Hua Lian would most likely not even be able to withstand one.

Even though he was physically larger than Chen Tuo, when the skill gap was large enough, even physical size could not make up for the difference.

Only when players are at the same skill level can physical attributes be the key to victory; otherwise, technique is the only criterion for winning.

Clearly, there's a real difference in skill level between Chen Tuo and Hua Lian...

Fang Hui covered her mouth, her face full of shock, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Old Zhang huddled in the corner, his face deathly pale, almost in shock.

Shu Yao was both surprised and delighted, her eyes following Chen Tuo's figure closely.

Jiang Xin, however, proudly held her head high, looking completely self-righteous, practically screaming "I knew it all along"...

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