Fatal Shot

Chapter 387: Force Awakens!

A large zombie horde charged towards Feng Luo. Even as the Tyrant continued to roar while swinging its giant claws around, it was impossible for it to block over a dozen hungry zombies charging towards and biting Feng Luo. However, something unexpected happened.

“Crack!”

Just as the teeth of a Level 50 Elite Grade zombie reached Feng Luo’s arm, a loud cracking sound could be heard. The black and red teeth could not sink into his arm just as it was only one centimeter away from the skin.

A very hard layer of armor had appeared and protected Feng Luo’s arm.

The dark red layer of blood mist that burst from the veins in Feng Luo’s right arm should have already disappeared. Not only did the blood mist not disappear, but it moved just like dark energy as if it was alive when the zombies moved towards Feng Luo. The dark red blood mist quickly covered Feng Luo’s entire body as if he had donned on a moving armor.

And this layer of not-so-thin dark red “Blood Mist Armor” was actually as hard as a real armor when the zombies tried to bite it. Even the teeth of a Level 50 Elite Grade zombie could not penetrate it.

“Pu!”

As the Elite zombie continued to bite Feng Luo’s left arm, its grayish-white pupils detected something flash across its face and something cold on its head.

The Ghost Weep military knife cut across the Level 50 Elite zombie’s skull as if cutting through paper.

“-12334!”

A gold-colored damage number of over 10,000 appeared, a rare critical strike

Feng Luo lied on the ground and opened his eyes. His pupils had returned to normal. However, his expression was still as blank as before.

Roar!

After Feng Luo woke up, the Tyrant that was attacking the zombies in a frenzy also returned to normal. However, it looked puzzled for a moment, but soon its fierce gaze returned as it roared towards Feng Luo.

Its powerful legs started moving as it raised its giant left claw in the air before swinging it at Feng Luo before he stood up. The Tyrant did not pay attention to the dozen or so zombies that were torn apart and blown away.

The Tyrant was only two to three meters away from Feng Luo, so the moment he stood up, the claws were already at his head. In a situation like this, even if Feng Luo used Raging Charge, it would be too late.

Feng Luo did not choose to dodge, instead he swung his right arm holding Ghost Weep to receive the attack.

“Rumble!”

“-1577!”

“Crash!”

The sounds of flesh colliding against each other could be heard. At the same time, there was the sound of crisp cutting.

Roar!

The Tyrant let out a roar of anguish. On top of its retracted giant claw, four of the five dark red sharp blades that were supposed to be sharp enough to cut through alloy shields were neatly severed, and were spouting out blood.

Although Tyrants were considered the more complete version of evolutions, there was one aspect where zombies were considered better equipped as they lack the ability to feel pain. Heavy Armor Warrior could, to a certain extent, accumulate aggro from the mutant Tyrant.

With four of its claws were neatly severed, the Tyrant roared in pain. Even part of its palm had been cut off, making its most threatening and powerful giant claw attacks had been halved.

It clearly did not possess enough strength to threaten Feng Luo with just the impact from its palm.

When it landed its strike on Feng Luo, it only inflicted over 1,500 damage. When Feng Luo cut the Tyrant’s claws, two green recovery numbers flashed on top of his head. “+500, +500.”

In comparison, Feng Luo only lost around 500 HP in that exchange.

After the yellow weak point damage of over 3,000 appeared above the Tyrant’s head followed by the green “+400” recovery, it received a lot more damage compared to Feng Luo, especially because, even with its strong recovering speed, it could not immediately regrow its severed claws.

One more important thing to note was that Feng Luo did not get sent flying after receiving the powerful strike of the Tyrant head-on. In the previous battle, though Feng Luo stood toe-to-toe against the Tyrant, his main tactic was more like guerilla-styled tactics.

If he received the attack head-on, he would not be able to stop getting thrown away and sustaining heavy injuries such as having broken limbs or bones. This time, he actually blocked the giant claw strike of the Tyrant using the military knife without moving an inch.

Isn’t Feng Luo a little too powerful after his Force awakened to be able to recover HP rapidly, possess an energy that healed wounds, create defensive blood armor, and directly withstand the powerful attack of the strength-based Commander Grade Tyrant?

However, the answer should be directed to Feng Luo’s right arm, which was directing another attack on the Tyrant.

The Tyrant’s left arm became gigantic because of the T-virus, and Feng Luo’s right arm also seemed to have become twice as large as normal.

As for Ghost Weep, a different sort of dark energy seemed to have surrounded the knife. It was as if Feng Luo’s right arm had become one with the Legendary Grade military knife. A chilly aura came from the blade.

[Ghost Power]

Consumes 50 Force. Increases the strength of the arm holding the blade significantly. Last 10 seconds.

Every 10 Force consumed can increase the length of the skill by one second. (Maximum of one minute).

The attached skill of the Legendary Grade equipment.

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Meanwhile, in the dark west region of Silvermoon City, 500 meters from the alloy energy wall on the edge of the city.

A group of players was engaged in battle while retreating in an orderly fashion

“Meteor Rain!” The Fire Manipulator’s energy converter shot out of burst of red light.

From the sky behind him, large fireballs leaving trails of black smoke in the air descended, turning the streets into a hellish scene as vehicles left on the street exploded chaotically.

Apart from the vehicles, the growling zombie horde walking towards the group was also hit by the skill. Continuous damage kept flashing above their heads.

“Earth Wall!” An Earth Manipulator shouted. A thick yellowish energy wall appeared out of nowhere behind the sea of fire.

Two Foragers jumping and charging through the sea of fire could not react in time and slammed head-first into the earth wall.

The powerful impact crushed the wall in an instant, making the two Foragers become dizzy after slamming through the wall, being welcomed by a series of ice arrows, wind blades, bullets, and searing-hot fireballs. In an instant, the two Level 40 Foragers were devoured by the attacks and transformed into experience points.

Behind the group of less than 20 players were at least ten Foragers and more than 40 Normal and Elite grade zombies. However, this number was not enough to prevent the group’s orderly retreat.

“Coordinate 2034, 0102. Distance to ground, 108.7m. Sniper. Level 50. Equipment: Moderate!” Announced Black Rose coldly in the party channel while standing in the middle of the group, wearing her camouflage combat uniform.

Her neat and short hair was now kept under wraps it the camouflage tactical helmet she was wearing. Her cold gaze penetrated the transparent shield of the helmet as she looked towards the top of a tall building from their path of retreat.

Although communication systems had been disrupted, if both sides were close enough, the impact wouldn’t be too serious and could still be used to command a small squad.

“Bang! Bang!”

The two Snipers of the retreating team immediately raised their rifles with a cold gaze.

After firing two shots, a Sniper player wearing a Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group chest symbol fell from a dimly lit spot on the building. A white light flashed across his body as he was still falling in the sky.