CHAPTER 313: CHAPTER 118: TURNING THE TABLES AND THE INVITATION_4

Next, the zombie Bob launched a charge at Wen Xishu.

Too slow.

Although his abilities were suppressed, Wen Xishu still felt that the opponent’s speed was too slow.

Wen Xishu’s attributes were indeed inferior to Slaughter Tower, but he had reached the human limits set in the game.

He lightly dodged, using the enhanced leg strength from Extreme Kick, and easily leapt into the air.

Then he grabbed onto the barbed wire with both hands. At this moment, Wen Xishu also kept in mind that he was playing a zombie, so he chose to cling tightly to the wire mesh like a crawler, looking down on Bob like a ghoul.

The commentator said:

"Oh my, look at that astonishing jumping power! It reminds me of that parkour champion. No, Cindis is even better than the parkour champion; it has climbed up the barbed wire like a spider hunting. What move will he use next?"

Wen Xishu’s move was very simple. He leapt from the high altitude, delivering a battle-axe-style leg slash.

With the full force of Extreme Kick, at that moment, Wen Xishu clearly felt a power surpassing the game’s limits gathering in his leg!

Wen Xishu even had to hold back some strength.

In the viewers’ eyes, what they witnessed was an exhilarating, heart-pounding head explosion.

The underground fight champion Cindis, with a downward kick from high above, directly smashed the head of the zombie Bob who was wearing a football helmet!

The commentator was also very attentive:

"Oh my god! One hit, a kill! The match is over! The zombie Bob, who tore apart six opponents in a row, had his head blown off by the newcomer Cindis with one kick!"

"Look at those parasites and purple blood gushing out from the head! It’s magnificent."

"Oh!!! Cindis is high in battle spirit, he twisted off Bob’s arm! That thick arm is now tied to Cindis’s waist, becoming another trophy!"

The electronic spectator stand erupted in a wave of frenzied cheers. Clearly, people didn’t mind losing money.

The apocalypse had its own unique trade methods and currency, but to the wealthy, it didn’t matter.

In the game’s setting, they were originally the creators of the apocalypse.

To them, as long as they could watch an interesting match, money didn’t matter.

Charles Yang, in the backstage, also noticed that Cindis had terrifying combat strength.

But he didn’t feel a sense of crisis, because the cheers proved that Cindis had brought the match the wealthy wanted to see!

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The match ended quickly.

Wen Xishu returned to his initial room, where the makeup artist Ah Jie began to remove his makeup.

About twenty minutes later, a voice came from Wen Xishu’s room:

"Number 245, you did very well."

Wen Xishu had originally thought it would take until the third match to attract the attention of the other party.

But unexpectedly, after just one match, Yang had noticed him.

This was due to Wen Xishu’s performance, not on the combat level, but on the "fun" level.

For those thrill seekers, they wanted novelty.

Yang also knew that some wealthy people had already figured out that it wasn’t a zombie vs. zombie match but essentially a zombie vs. human match.

So the wealthy actually had another bet – betting on who the real zombie was.

This bet used to have no suspense. But after Wen Xishu’s performance today, there was now suspense.

Many wealthy people speculated that Cindis, played by Wen Xishu, was the real zombie.

Especially when Wen Xishu twisted the arm, with that almost zombie-like hoarse, decayed scream.

And the kind of zombie-like body distortion that Wen Xishu exhibited. It made him look more like a zombie than Bob.

So this time, the bet was no longer one-sided. Some even thought, could it be that Yang had really solved the "how to make two zombies fight" century-old problem?

Charles quickly received a call from an individual with more power and wealth than him.

The other person candidly said:

"Charles, tell us, which one is human? You just need to give us the name."

Charles, of course, knew about that bet. He didn’t expect number 245’s performance to be so spot-on that it rekindled interest in what was the least suspenseful bet.

So Charles said:

"Of course, it’s Bob."

The rich man suddenly realized:

"Didn’t expect you to find a gem. So Cindis is really a zombie, and a powerful one at that. I want to buy it."

"No no no, please allow us more matches to confirm his potential. It’s not that I am unwilling to sell, but we should let it fight a few more times."

"Alright, we hope to see it in the arena."

This conversation made Charles realize that he was not the only one fooled by number 245’s performance.

Number 245 had even triggered a new bet.

This was commercial value.

So shortly, Charles Yang’s conversation with Wen Xishu came faster than Wen Xishu expected.

"Number 245, you did very well. I am the owner of the Golden Mansion; you can call me Yang."

"You’re the boss, right? When can I fight the next match?"

Charles was a bit surprised by number 245’s enthusiasm:

"Don’t rush, now many important people are placing their bets on you. They think you are the real zombie. They will place their bets on you to win the next match, do you know that? You performed better than all those before you; your zombie act is just too perfect!"

"I want to reward you. Food, or women? No, no no, I’m too stingy, I will arrange everything for you."