Chapter 676 - 552: Unmoving as a Mountain, Deadly When in Motion!

"Uncle, this... this Boss Zhang, is he always this impulsive?"

Zheng Ziwen stood next to the old blacksmith Ding Yong Country, with a look of panic on his face.

Not only did he imagine Zhang Su losing, but he also ludicrously put himself in that situation, and the thought of losing face in front of so many people made him anxious.

"Impulsive? Ha ha ha..."

Ding Yong Country clenched his fists with excitement, gritting his teeth as he spoke to Zheng Ziwen beside him, "Ziwen, weren’t you questioning Boss Zhang’s combat power? You’re about to get your answer. Watch closely!"

In fact, he didn’t know the exact level of Zhang Su’s combat prowess either, but from his years of interactions with Zhang Su, he was very clear about what kind of person Zhang Su was—definitely not the kind to put himself in danger. Very shrewd!

The people of Bridge Town were dumbfounded; those who had met Zhang Su thought, back when working with the Cyan Dragon Corps, he didn’t seem like such an impulsive person. He appeared to have the means, but how come after a few dozen days of not seeing him, he seemed possessed?

Upon hearing Zhang Su’s words, Xie Guangfa couldn’t help but turn around, his eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement. This person is either unimaginably strong or hopelessly stupid. It’s unlikely to be the latter, given he’s the leader of several hundred people, right?

His combat power was top-notch in the Flying Wolf Gang, but to take on nine people solo, he couldn’t even fathom it—that’s eighteen fists, eighteen legs!

Unpredictable, unfathomable, unreasonable!

Upon hearing Zhang Su’s words, Qi Dabin and the others were stunned. The nine of them in the encirclement exchanged glances, and most ended up with weird smiles.

"Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Qi Dabin was overjoyed, never expecting to truly encounter someone who disregarded everything for the sake of face.

Among the nine, even the two women in their forties could carry tens of pounds of firewood without panting; they had bear-like builds that surpassed ordinary males. Not to mention the male members, they might be a bit dim-witted but they’re no slouches in a fight!

Does the Flying Wolf Gang have anyone with average skill or lack of combat power?

Of course, but those people have stayed forever in Dahu Town...

The remaining ones, indeed, nobody could match Old Lame Xie Guangfa one-on-one. But with three people, four at most, they could pin Old Lame to the ground and finish him!

One against nine.

Do you think you’re a deity?

"Xinyu, catch."

Zhang Su took off his rifle and tossed it to Zheng Xinyu, while working on unbuckling his tactical belt and looking at Qi Dabin, saying very calmly, "Are you scared silly?"

"Ha..." Qi Dabin pressed down on his mouth corner, took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, "Master Zhang’s benevolence, thank you for giving us brothers a chance to turn over a new leaf. We will cherish it. Are there any other restrictions or rules?"

"Restrictions..." Zhang Su reached out to hand the tactical belt with the weapon to Zheng Xinyu, pondering, "There’s only one restriction—it’s either you die or I perish!"

Qi Dabin and the others’ faces twitched involuntarily, swallowing saliva with slight tension.

"Does it have to be a fight to the death? Not leaving us any leeway is one thing, but aren’t you going to leave yourself a way out?"

Qi Dabin probed.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Zhang Su began to limber up, just like in the warm-up activities during P.E. class back in school, starting with chest expansion and then stretching.

After turning his neck and then shoulders, while twisting his waist and responding to Qi Dabin, "Leave myself a way out? You haven’t seriously thought you could win, have you? Look over there at those graves; soon there will be nine more."

...

"No more words needed, shall we begin!"

Qi Dabin thought Zhang Su was simply nuts, already speaking nonsense.

"Brother Yu, is King Yama acting a bit off..."

Liu Yao approached Brother Yu, puzzled as he asked. He hadn’t been around Zhang Su for long but had never seen him be this arrogant and brash—was he provoked?

Brother Yu shook his head with a strange expression, unsure of what’s right or wrong. His mind was racing, contemplating how to handle things whether Zhang Su wins or loses...

Winning was easy, but should King Yama show signs of defeat, they could not stand by idly. If they had to intervene to save him, how would they justify it afterwards?

So difficult!

"Damn it, there’s still someone in a hurry to die, how interesting!"

Zhang Su was completely unaware of Brother Yu’s fret, chuckling as he rotated his ankle, casually saying, "After I finish warming up, take some time to leave your last words!"

The peculiar feeling in the people around grew stronger; isn’t this supposed to be the dialogue from a villain?

People on the highway had already learned about the duel, making it a grand spectacle when the first person jumped off the road, immediately followed by countless others...

"Hey! What are you doing? Stand guard, that guy, Old Yang’s people were busy a while back. Now it’s your turn; hurry, go to the other side of the convoy for vigilance!"

Zhao Dezhu observed the situation and promptly shouted arrangements for duty.

Having just extinguished more than ten wandering zombies, one must not let their guard down; zombies nowadays are tricky. As long as they catch people off guard, they’ll definitely kill or injure survivors before being neutralized!

Assigned to the task were former Little Eagle Association members, their faces showing unwillingness numbering in the thousands, yet still, they dared not defy orders, walking away dejectedly, like a beaten lot.

Swoosh...

At this moment, shadows of a few vehicles appeared at the foot of Celestial Horse Island Mountain; they were from the mountain and came down to watch the spectacle.