Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 130 - 130 34 Star Seed

130: Chapter 34 Star Seed 130: Chapter 34 Star Seed Tang Zheng swooped to the ground in a state of desperation, felt it wasn’t safe, and urgently rolled to the side.

As expected, the general’s axe came down with a fierce gust of wind the very next moment, narrowly missing his head.

Tang Zheng could even feel the chill emanating from the blade.

The pebbles splashed around, scattering everywhere.

A few even hit Tang Zheng’s face, leaving several bloody cuts.

While the general was lifting his axe, Tang Zheng fiercely kicked out, aiming at his opponent’s ankle, but it was in vain.

Not only was the opponent unfazed, but the sole of his foot also hurt as if it had kicked an iron board.

A cold sweat broke out on Tang Zheng’s forehead.

He dared not delay, pushed against the ground with his hands, and shot out.

After just one round, he gave up the idea of a melee fight with the opponent because he didn’t stand a chance of winning.

The general followed closely, moving incredibly swiftly.

With a single stride, he was already behind Tang Zheng.

“Die!” Tang Zheng was frantic.

Seeing the axe falling again, he threw out an impact bomb, without taking into account that he had not yet escaped the blast range.

The bomb hit the general, causing a thunderous roar.

Tang Zheng was also swept away by the shockwave, losing control of his body.

The searing wave of heat came on.

All Tang Zheng could do was tightly shield his head and cheeks.

Then, bam, his body hit the wall about seven or eight meters away.

His internal organs nearly shifted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to stand up, but the ringing in his ears and dizziness caused him to fall to the ground.

More than a dozen undead soldiers wielding spears marched through the smoke, throwing themselves over Tang Zheng with murderous intent.

He barely summoned two musketeer women and crawled on his hands and knees toward the staircase.

“So embarrassing.” Tang Zheng was frustrated.

His nose was bleeding, leaving a noticeable trail of blood on the floor.

The sound of gunshots rang out, aiming at the undead soldiers.

But Tang Zheng didn’t even have time to glance at their war results, as he hurriedly rolled down the stairs.

If it weren’t for his protective clothing, the previous explosion would have been enough to send him to his death.

Leaning against the wall, Tang Zheng grabbed a bomb from his waist bag, placed a remote-controlled one in front of him, then picked up a tracking bomb aimed at the stairway on the third floor.

Alizeh was struck and flew into the wall, with one of her arms severed and left on the stairs, blood splattered everywhere.

The general appeared again, holding his giant ax, and viciously knocked into Alizeh’s abdomen with a knee strike.

With a whizz, Tang Zheng pressed the activation button on the remote control.

The tracking bomb flew out leaving a white trail of smoke, and exploded on the general.

Tang Zheng felt uncertain, so he detonated two more.

At this point, he wasn’t concerned about wastage anymore.

The third floor was engulfed in smoke.

Apart from gunfire, the undead soldiers remained silent.

The chilling and solemn atmosphere was even colder than a frosty rainy night.

Tang Zheng wanted to determine their positions and numbers by their footsteps, but he didn’t have the experience to do so.

Five undead soldiers abandoned the siege on Sophie, suddenly appeared at the stairway entrance and threw themselves at Tang Zheng.

They discarded their bows and arrows with empty quivers and drew the bronze swords from their waists.

Tang Zheng rolled down the stairs and at the same time pressed the controller.

The three remote-controlled bombs instantly exploded, instantly blasting five soldiers into pieces.

The ruined stairs also fell to the ground, however, Tang Zheng wasn’t able to celebrate.

Another group of undead soldiers directly passed through the rooms on the third floor, jumped out the window, and cut him down.

Delaying time by throwing a bomb, Tang Zheng got up and ran desperately toward the dense forest.

He picked up a bronze sword on the way, and now he was left with more than a dozen bombs.

It seemed like he couldn’t avoid melee combat.

The heavy rain beat on his face, almost blinding him, and the accumulated water under his feet was deep.

Each step he took required an extraordinary effort.

Tang Zheng was panting heavily, feeling like his chest was about to rupture.

He wanted to grit his teeth and hold on, but after seven or eight steps, he reluctantly stopped.

A squad of seven undead soldiers emerged from the dense forest a hundred meters away, running toward him.

“Damn it, let’s do this!” Tang Zheng cursed and turned to fight back.

He only had time to throw a bomb before the first undead soldier threw himself at him, thrusting a spear towards his heart.

Tang Zheng dodged to the right and then, instead of retreating, he advanced, charging forward and thrusting his bronze sword.

It hit the soldier’s armor, making a piercing sound of metal clashing.

Amid the splattering blood, the undead soldier lunged with its head to bite his neck.

“Forgot again.” Tang Zheng was extremely annoyed.

Although he turned his head slightly, his shoulder was still bitten squarely.

Enduring the pain, he held the hilt with both hands, twisted his waist, and forcefully sliced upwards.

Sparks flew, and the upper half of the undead soldier was sliced open, cut in two, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The following two undead soldiers threw themselves at him, their spears aimed at Tang Zheng.

He didn’t even have time to catch his breath, used his bronze sword to knock off a spear, pushed forward, and chopped at the undead soldier’s neck.

The head, enveloped in a helmet, immediately rolled in the mud.

He couldn’t waste the corpse either.

Tang Zheng grabbed its armor to block the third attack, then swung it to the side.

The three spears that hadn’t been withdrawn were deflected.

He slashed left and right, and two heads flew into the air.

The remaining undead soldier let go of the spear, and just as it drew the sword from its waist, Tang Zheng had already gotten close.

To save time and strength, he plunged the bronze sword into its waist and stirred forcefully.

“Damn, I forgot again.” If it had been a normal person, their kidneys would have turned into a pile of minced meat by now.

But he was dealing with undead soldiers, and sure enough, the soldier’s movements were not affected at all.

The bronze sword retaliated by stabbing towards Tang Zheng’s stomach.

“May God save me!” Tang Zheng tried to dodge to the side.

Even as he stabbed the soldier in the face with his knife, he could still feel the cut at his waist.

Five corpses lay crisscrossed on the ground, but Tang Zheng could not feel joy.

The sudden melee had almost drained him of his strength, and to make matters worse, the undead soldiers in the distance were now only ten meters away.

Tang Zheng launched the prepared cluster bomb.

Amid the explosion, there were still six undead soldiers who appeared beside him through the smoke.

There were no flashy moves, only brutal hacking and slashing, one sword or spear at a time.

Tang Zheng, who had no martial skills, could only do his best to kill them as quickly as possible, even if it meant injuring himself.

He knew that if the fight dragged on, he would be the first to fall.

The sound of weapons clashing was drowned out by the heavy rain.

The spears and bronze swords, washed sharp by the rainwater, cut through metal like mud.

Blood flowed from the dismembered bodies on the ground, only to be quickly diluted by the rain.

Five minutes later, Tang Zheng was kneeling on the ground, leaning on his bronze sword.

Behind him, there was a path of death paved with undead soldiers’ corpses, all of them either chopped in half or decapitated.

An undead soldier, cut in half at the waist and left with only its upper body, was still not giving up.

The bronze sword in its mouth, it was stubbornly crawling towards Tang Zheng.

Barely having any strength left, Tang Zheng was filled with wounds, the most severe of which stretched from his left shoulder to his waist.

The flesh was torn and blood was still seeping out constantly.

Zhang Yan had disobeyed his order.

Only wearing her underwear, she had come out of the building and was now running towards Tang Zheng, crying and shouting, with a bandage and a haemostatic spray in her hands.

Struggling to his feet, Tang Zheng took a couple of steps forward.

Holding the bronze sword in reverse grip, he forcefully drove it into the undead soldier’s head, nailing it to the ground.

“One silver seed, one gold seed, hahaha, a good haul,” Tang Zheng gasped, picking up the two seeds.

He was not sure how many undead soldiers Lin Weiguo and Li Xinlan had drawn away, but given the situation in the last game, he guessed there were probably more rather than fewer.

“Brother Tang, why are you suddenly injured?

There are so many wounds.

What should we do?” Zhang Yan’s face was filled with worry.

She attempted to cover Tang Zheng’s wounds with a bandage, but it quickly got wet from the rain and blood.

“Dumbass, help me back to the building.” Tang Zheng smiled.

Judging from the girl’s current display, rescuing her was worth it.

“Oh.” Zhang Yan immediately responded.

She helped Tang Zheng up, putting his arm around her neck and inching towards the building.

“I wonder how Sophie is doing.

But since there are no undead soldiers appearing, she should have finished dealing with them.” Tang Zheng’s arm brushed against the girl’s chest with each movement, but he had no lascivious thoughts.

Setting aside the excessive blood loss, just the predicament at hand was enough to worry him.

“What about your two friends?

They left you and ran away?” Zhang Yan pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction.

“They ate and drank their fill and forgot about their benefactor.

They’re no better than scum.”

“Shut up, you don’t have a right to ask about this.

Why didn’t you use the radar?

What if enemies had taken advantage of us?” After a brush with death, Tang Zheng seemed more murderous than ever.

Zhang Yan jumped in fright and started crying out of grievance.

“They are my friends, and I trust them.

In that situation, it was inevitable that we had to fend for ourselves,” Tang Zheng defended them.

If faced with the archers, he would be shot full of holes within a round.

“Of course, now you are also my friend.”

When dealing with his puppet, Tang Zheng tried to say a few nice words.

What could he do if his bait betrayed him?

If the girl had thrown a few bombs just now, even if it didn’t kill him, it would certainly cause him a lot of trouble.

“I was wrong,” Zhang Yan pouted, hugging Tang Zheng tighter.

She liked this kind of man.

“Sleep with me tonight,” Tang Zheng joked to lighten the mood.

He then asked Zhang Yan to help him collect the spoils of war.

He didn’t know what the formidable opponent he had just killed might have dropped.

If it vanished because no one collected it, it would be a great loss.

The formidable opponent, half his body blown away and buried in the rubble, was still alive.

Seeing Tang Zheng approach, it crawled out to attack.

Tang Zheng picked up a spear, and unceremoniously skewered the opponent’s head.

With its death, a seed, shining with a rainbow light, rolled onto the ground.

“Turns out it’s a star seed, Tang Zheng.

You’re lucky.”

Before Tang Zheng could enjoy his victory, the voice came from behind him, chilling him to the bone.

(To be continued.

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