Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Brother Su, the task you asked me to do has been completed smoothly!"

This evening, in Jingxin Garden, Zhang Su was sparring with Ju Mumio when the walkie-talkie placed aside suddenly emitted the voice of Lu Yubo. The sound was so faint that even in the midst of the bout Ju Mumio didn’t notice, only Zhang Su’s ears twitched, catching it.

Clang clang, ding.

Two slender steel rods clashed twice in the air at an extremely fast speed, finally colliding tip to tip. Both retreated backward.

Zhang Su’s movements had changed remarkably compared to half a month ago; back then, his leaps were large and powerful, giving an impression of overwhelming force, but now his movements were light and elusive, even the sound was diminished, making it hard to detect. Yet, in terms of distance, height, and speed, he had made significant progress!

If someone were to duel with Zhang Su and felt he was light and lacked strength, they would definitely suffer; Zhang Su’s power had also seen a massive improvement.

There were no precise barbell plates in the camp for testing, but weighing was no issue; previously, Zhang Su’s bench press was one hundred and ten kilograms, now it has increased to one hundred and sixty kilograms, and his squat went up from over one hundred and sixty kilograms to two hundred and sixty kilograms!

But this was not his limit, as there was no standardized equipment and effective protective measures, he dared not push to the limit...

The most frightening thing wasn’t the increase in strength, but the burst of power. After mastering Ju’s Martial Arts, Zhang Su’s explosiveness was far superior to before, integrating a higher-level power exertion method different from before. He finally understood why Ju Mumio’s seemingly slender body could always unleash astonishing power!

In this half-month, Zhang Su amazed Ju Mumio several times a day, but as the amazement grew frequent, she gradually got used to it. Her jealousy faded completely after Zhang Su mastered the Sensing Secret Technique in just six days.

Ju Mumio initially wanted to hide some Secret Techniques from Zhang Su, but his talent was extraordinary, and his learning progress was breathtaking. She was curious to see where Zhang Su’s limit lay, so she imparted all the Secret Techniques she comprehended to him without reservation.

Zhang Su did not let Ju Mumio’s meticulous instruction go in vain. With the help of the Backup Energy Slot, he made rapid progress every day. By the thirteenth day of training with Ju Mumio, he could already match her in Ju’s Martial Arts.

The evenly matched situation persisted for three days without breakthroughs, but Ju Mumio knew that in a day or two at most, she would no longer be a match for the man before her. This feeling was quite peculiar, the first in her life, indescribable...

As the contemporary heir of the Ju Clan, she was dubbed with exceptional talent within the family. Yet, upon seeing Zhang Su, she finally understood what true talent meant. If Zhang Su’s training progression speed were a normally driven car, then she could only be considered a baby twist car, the kind that can only twist and not be paddled with feet.

"Phew!"

Zhang Su stopped, satisfied, "Let’s call it a day, it’s getting late, time for dinner, I’m really starving!"

"I have nothing more to teach you, the rest requires you to practice day and night to comprehend thoroughly. It won’t take long before you surpass me in martial prowess. Congratulations, you’ve graduated!"

Ju Mumio spoke more fluently than during the zombie attack half a month ago, her expression remained calm, but inside, she felt some waves.

There’s a saying that the student surpasses the teacher, but how many people consider whether the teacher is truly willing to be surpassed?"

Ju Mumio was unwilling, yet she could accept it calmly, of course, this was closely related to the current environment.

"Yes, you mentioned it’s only in terms of martial prowess. I still find it difficult to grasp the sensing application. Is there any special method?"

This was Zhang Su’s greatest frustration; his use of sensing remained external. He could only accurately sense others’ movements but couldn’t predict as Ju Mumio did. Ultimately, he relied on reaction speed, with a range barely reaching six meters, much smaller compared to Ju Mumio’s ten-meter range!

Most crucially, he couldn’t sense emotions...

He wanted most to know whether the other party was a friend or foe, but this was beyond him so far. It’s a bit greedy, but it was still frustrating!

Ju Mumio shrugged, "For you to reach this level in such a short time, it has exceeded my understanding, so I’m unable to answer the remaining issues. You are better off searching for the answers yourself. I guess it’s related to proficiency; practice more."

"You’re saying so much just to express that if you’re bad, practice more..."

Zhang Su smirked wryly.

Ju Mumio sighed, rubbing her forehead helplessly, "You’re showing off."

If Zhang Su is bad, then what am I? Rotten cabbage leaf!

This analogy was terrible...

"Haha, since you say so, does that mean... the training is completely over?"

Zhang Su wiped his sweat, speaking as he dressed.

Ju Mumio nodded, her tone complex, "Yes, it’s over."

Saying this, her heart was a mix of emotions. As a member of the lace, she wasn’t reluctant due to spending time alone with Zhang Su, but it was because the Ju Clan’s heritage was almost wholly learned by an outsider in just half a month. Only a few parts that even she hadn’t comprehended remained.

She initially thought it would take a year and a half or even longer, long enough to find a way back to Japan without teaching him entirely, yet it only took eighteen days!

Thinking of this, Ju Mumio spoke again, "I have a request. I hope you can fulfill it."

"Go ahead, what’s the problem?"

Zhang Su had learned a lot of real skills and didn’t mind if the other party made a request, even if it was a bit excessive, he could consider meeting it.

"The technique you used earlier in the fight, is it called ’Mad Dog Fist’? Although the name is quite odd, I want to learn it too."

Ju Mumio had experienced Zhang Su’s Mad Dog Fist fighting style before; it was a strategy she had never seen. Fortunately, at that time, Zhang Su’s speed and agility were still lacking, otherwise, she would have been defeated. Now, their duel was limited to certain moves. If it were a life-and-death battle, she knew in her heart that her chance of survival was only twenty percent!

Zhang Su grinned, thinking the other party might have asked for something excessive, not expecting that a Martial Fool would be just interested in the related content.

"Sure, no problem. ’Mad Dog Fist’ is a must-learn fighting technique for our elite team, and the Reserve Team will learn it too. You can start training with everyone tomorrow, and I’ll teach you then!"

Ju Mumio shook her head after hearing Zhang Su’s words, saying, "I’ll join the training, but I hope to learn alone, just like how I taught you."

"Oh, I see. You gave me private lessons and want me to do the same for you. That’s fine; it’s not difficult anyway, and you’ll probably learn it in a few days!"

Zhang Su put on his things, waved his hand, and said, "Time to go, eat a bit more tonight; we’ve had a tiring afternoon!"

He finished and picked up his bag, slung it on his waist, and headed toward the courtyard gate.

"Wait a moment!"

Ju Mumio called Zhang Su again.

"Hmm?"

"Can you perform it once more?" Ju Mumio looked at Zhang Su expectantly; such an expression rarely appeared on her face.

Zhang Su curled his lips, knowing well what Ju Mumio meant, helplessly spreading his hands, saying, "Alright, I’ll satisfy you! Watch closely..."

With that, Zhang Su pretended to spread his arms wide as if embracing the sky, while in his mind, he activated the second Backup Energy Slot, suddenly rejuvenating.

Ju Mumio didn’t watch Zhang Su; instead, she closed her eyes, only able to sense the change in the opponent more intensely this way.

Like a flame about to extinguish, it suddenly erupted into a blazing inferno, shooting up with a whoosh, defying any explanation, tougher to comprehend than a zombie, utterly violating the laws.

"Satisfied now?"

Zhang Su opened his eyes, feeling the abundant strength throughout his body, extremely comfortable.

"Thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"Let’s go!"

Without lingering, Zhang Su walked out the courtyard gate, just when he turned ten meters down the road, he heard a quiet murmur.

"Restless thoughts, clearly something on his mind, what’s he hiding?"

Ju Mumio’s words jolted Zhang Su because what she said was spot on; if there was no issue, he would let his body slowly recover, impossible to randomly use the Energy Slot!

"Damn it, is there no secret at all?"

Zhang Su quickened his pace down the mountain while pulling out the walkie-talkie, saying, "Bozai, Bozai, what’s the situation now?"

Soon, an answer came from the other side, "Brother Su, everything’s going smoothly. Follow the road, there’s still several kilometers to the camp. You decide whether to go fast or slow; if fast, it’ll take twenty minutes, slow is up to you!"

Zhang Su raised his wrist to check the time, saying, "Forty minutes, six-twenty!"

"Ha, that time is when the village opens for dinner, fun, okay, Brother Su, leave it to me!"

"You be careful, don’t get too carried away risking yourself, and above all, don’t blow our cover!"

Zhang Su quickly advised.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, if I can’t handle this little thing, I’ll stand on my head and eat poop!"

Lu Yubo pledged confidently.

"Damn it, this guy..."

Zhang Su shook his head speechlessly.