Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 2985: Something New

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Whoosh!!!"

Fang Heng lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, swiftly darting through the layers of warships and the swarm of Dark Clan War Knights, heading straight for the center of the front line battlefield.

Behind the swarm, another sturdy figure shot out from the domain of the Nether River!

"Bang!!!"

A muffled boom exploded in the center of the battlefield!

A shockwave visible to the naked eye blasted out to both sides!

"Fang Heng!"

Proust’s eyes filled with anger.

Compared to the last time they met, Fang Heng had made significant improvements in all his attributes.

As for him...

Due to the weakening power of the entire aura of the Death Realm, he had instead regressed.

Fang Heng slowly wrapped his palm around Proust’s fist and said coldly, word by word, "Heh, Proust, you seem to have gotten weaker."

"Get lost!"

Proust roared.

Spiritual energy exploded from his fist with a loud bang!

Both of them leaped backward, then charged at each other again.

Compared to long-ranged spells, Fang Heng still preferred, was even more adept at melee combat!

Especially when he held the upper hand in close combat.

"Whoosh!!"

Fang Heng punched forward with a force that tore through the air.

"Bang!!"

His fist landed on Proust’s right shoulder, which immediately dispersed into tiny worm bodies that absorbed the impact.

"Chi, chi chi!!!"

The scattered tiny worm bodies even suddenly lunged toward Fang Heng, swiftly biting a large chunk out of his right arm, while a layer of ashen gray clung to the wound.

It was the aura of the Death Realm!

While retreating rapidly, Fang Heng neutralized and absorbed the aura of the Death Realm from his wound, regrew a new right arm almost instantly, and smirked, "Heh, Brother, didn’t expect you to have something new after all. Why don’t you try this one of mine?"

With that, Fang Heng lightly tapped backward with his toes and charged forward again, resuming the brawl.

"Whoosh!!!"

Another punch struck Proust’s chest. As usual, his body dispersed into a dense swarm of worm bodies to absorb the damage.

But this time was different—under the blow, the red worm bodies were instantly tainted by a dark aura of death.

Enveloped in the death aura, a majority of the worm bodies perished from a single strike!

Proust was shocked and quickly retreated to check his condition.

That was...?

The aura of death?

"Whoosh!!!"

Naturally, Fang Heng didn’t intend to give Proust a chance to breathe. He immediately closed in again and unleashed several consecutive punches.

Since their last battle, Fang Heng had made considerable progress in necromancy, psychic arts, and sacred studies. On top of that, he had also absorbed part of the dimensional strength, resulting in a comprehensive boost to all his attributes.

Moreover, he had been undergoing daily training sessions with the necromancy instructors during this period.

As his control over the death aura grew stronger, the instructors, knowing Fang Heng disliked using spells, provided combat-focused guidance, teaching him to condense undead strength into his fists.

The effect was remarkable!

Even though Proust had extremely high resistance to necromancy and strong regenerative abilities, he no longer dared to directly tank Fang Heng’s punches. He adopted a more evasive and defensive stance.

Seeing this, Fang Heng’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"Heh, why keep dodging? Afraid?"

As the battle dragged on, aside from the Lickers circling the Bone Dragon in the air, a large number of Lickers had already burrowed into stealth beneath the ground.

These were his blood packs!

As time passed, Fang Heng no longer struggled as he had during their previous encounter. He even had spare energy to throw in a few taunts.

The two of them became two blurred shadows clashing across the battlefield. Fang Heng clearly had the upper hand over Proust.

Not far away, Mu Qingxin watched the battle coldly.

Under normal circumstances, as a cultivator, she would not interfere in battles between newbloods.

At present, Fang Heng held the advantage.

But with only this slight edge, it still wasn’t enough to kill Proust outright.

What concerned Mu Qingxin most was that special ability Fang Heng used in their last battle.

It was a purely magic-based attack that fused an incredibly powerful psychic impact.

Even she found it intimidating.

Fang Heng!

Mu Qingxin fixed her gaze on him, wariness flashing in her eyes.

How had he improved this much in such a short time?

How exactly had he done it?

Nearby, the high-ranking instructors of the Undead Council had not taken action either. They maintained a certain distance to observe while keeping a watchful eye on the hidden Mu Qingxin.

Of course, if Fang Heng were to encounter danger, they would intervene without hesitation.

At the very least, they were very satisfied with Fang Heng’s current performance.

Especially pleased that their recent teachings had borne fruit.

With a monstrous talent and tireless effort...

President Georgi of the Undead Council nodded silently to himself.

Perhaps, one day, Fang Heng would reach heights even they couldn’t imagine.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been fighting for over ten minutes.

Fang Heng could see Proust’s HP bar.

Still long.

He had barely taken any real damage.

Fang Heng continued to provoke him, saying coldly, "Proust, you’ve been here this long and you’re still the same? Got nothing new to show?"

Proust, being pressured by Fang Heng, snorted coldly at the words.

Long?

Long, my ass!

It hadn’t even been half a year!

In the past, Proust’s hibernation periods were measured in centuries. He didn’t even remember how long he had slept the last time the Death Empress suppressed him.

"And what about you? Don’t think you can take me down with just that. Show me what new tricks you’ve learned."

"Alright then, let me show you!"

As Fang Heng spoke, his aura abruptly changed.

Hmm?

What was that?

Proust’s expression immediately shifted.

A burst of holy light erupted from Fang Heng’s body.

Holy form.

Shieldbreaker strike!

"Whoosh!"

A divine golden spear instantly pierced Proust’s chest!

Holy attribute attacks were inherently effective against necromancy-based beings and the Seed of Ouroboros. The moment the spear pierced him, sacred flames ignited at the wound, burning intensely and sending Proust into a stunned state.

Holy attribute?

Mu Qingxin’s eyes widened in surprise.

Whoosh!!!

Proust was sent flying, and while he was still airborne, Fang Heng had already teleported behind him and waved his hand.

"God’s Punishment!"

"Boom!!!!"

A thunderous explosion.

A violet-red lightning bolt struck down from the sky, slamming into Proust and instantly blasting out damage numbers in the hundreds of thousands.

Proust entered a brief stunned state.

Fang Heng snorted coldly.

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