At the critical moment, Xiao Jun was just about to teleport, but the next second, Wan Qianya's figure suddenly disappeared, moving almost instantaneously behind Xiao Jun.
Xiao Jun quickly turned around, only to see a third-order zombie raise its claws and slash down viciously at Wan Qianya.
Although she was wearing high-tech combat gear, Wan Qianya was still directly blown away by the slash, falling into the distant zombie horde and immediately surrounded by many zombies.
Xiao Jun's steel knife slashed out fiercely, driving back the third-order zombie. He immediately turned around and ran towards where Wan Qianya had fallen.
All the zombies blocking the way were chopped in half by Xiao Jun.
"Qianya!"
When Xiao Jun picked up Wan Qianya, she was already at her last gasp.
Although she had high-tech combat gear, her body was still severely injured by the powerful impact. After falling, she was further torn and bitten by the horde of zombies. There were already several scratches on her face.
"Brother Jun, kill me. I don't want to become a zombie," Wan Qianya said as she thrashed wildly in Xiao Jun's arms. She didn't want to turn into a zombie. She would rather be killed by Xiao Jun.
"Foolish woman, don't move. I will save you. No one can touch my woman, not even zombies," Xiao Jun said as he held down the struggling Wan Qianya.
He took out a small medicine bottle with an unknown green liquid that made people feel uneasy.
Xiao Jun didn't care about that now. He could only pray that this antidote would work.
"Open your mouth."
Several dozen seconds had passed. Some zombie traits had already appeared on Wan Qianya.
If not for her third-order mutant physique enduring it, she would have turned into a zombie by now.
The antidote was fed into Wan Qianya's mouth. Xiao Jun didn't know how long it would take to have an effect.
He also fed her a second-order variant crystal to treat her severe injuries, or she could die from them as well.
The area Xiao Jun had cleared was already filled with zombies again, but the third-order zombie remained not far away, watching silently.
The previous slash from Xiao Jun had given it a strong sense of crisis, so it didn't rush up recklessly.
Xiao Jun took out some clothes from his storage space and tightly tied Wan Qianya onto his back.
After doing this, the zombie horde was right before his eyes. Xiao Jun just stared at the third-order zombie - it was the culprit.
Perhaps sensing Xiao Jun's killing intent, even the low-intelligence zombies instinctively retreated a few steps.
"Did it work?" Xiao Jun asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared.
The third-order zombie's instincts were already very powerful. Even with Xiao Jun's sudden attack, it still dodged the vital areas.
Xiao Jun had to finish this quickly.
Not only was he carrying someone, greatly affecting his movement, but there were also countless zombies around, eyeing them greedily.
If he didn't end this quickly, he and Wan Qianya were doomed to stay here.
After eating a second-order variant crystal to recover his strength, Xiao Jun gave the third-order zombie no chance to breathe, slashing down with his knife continuously.
As the saying goes, concentrating your strength can overcome your opponent's skill.
When your speed and strength reach a certain level, techniques and skills don't matter much anymore. Every move is the simplest, yet also the most lethal killing technique.
On the tenth slash, the zombie finally couldn't take it anymore.
As the first third-order zombie in this world, it couldn't outrun or defeat Xiao Jun. Meeting such an end was truly too unfair. It would be better to die with dignity.
Xiao Jun quickly touched it and a dim blue variant crystal appeared in his hand. Without even looking closely, he directly threw it into his storage space.
Wan Qianya on his back had fallen unconscious, whether due to the antidote or her heavy injuries.
The third-order zombie's death did not affect the other zombies. Those that were charging continued charging.
Now, facing the zombie army was even more dangerous than the third-order zombie, because Xiao Jun still had to take care of Wan Qianya on his back.
Xiao Jun looked around. Not far away was a farmhouse, though it had been occupied by zombies.
Carrying Wan Qianya, Xiao Jun charged over and started madly hacking away with his steel knife upon arriving.
This was the only thing Xiao Jun could think of in the short term.
His knife was too short. It was fine for a while, but he definitely couldn't handle so many enemies for an extended period. So he needed a long enough weapon, not to kill zombies, but to keep them from approaching.
After putting all his strength into several strikes, the already rickety wooden pillar at the house entrance came crashing down.
Putting away his steel knife, Xiao Jun grabbed the wooden pillar in both hands. Whether they could get back safely depended on how long he could endure.
Gritting his teeth, Xiao Jun mustered all his strength and oriented himself towards Future City before teleporting twice in succession...
The two teleports brought him forward over a hundred meters, but he was still at least five hundred meters from his team's location.
There was no other way. Xiao Jun charged ahead blindly, still hugging the thick wooden pillar.
At fifty meters, Xiao Jun's hands were already sore and numb...
At one hundred meters, Xiao Jun's whole body dripped with sweat as zombies flew back around him...
At one hundred and fifty meters, the veins on Xiao Jun's face bulged as he looked ferocious...
At two hundred meters, Xiao Jun felt like he really couldn't go on...
At three hundred meters, Xiao Jun had reached the limit of his endurance. His consciousness was already blurring. His only thought was to charge forward...
After running for who knows how long, Xiao Jun's vision had begun to blur. He seemed to hear human voices, like his team's girls...
Xiao Jun finally couldn't persist. Still hugging the thick wooden pillar, his body fell straight forward.
Fortunately he fell forward. If he had fallen backwards, Wan Qianya might have been killed by the zombies, or even crushed to death by Xiao Jun in the end.
Not far away, several figures had already broken from the team and were sprinting over.
"He shouldn't die, right!"
This was Xiao Jun's last thought before losing consciousness.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
