"Aoo~"
A chilling, monstrous scream sounded as four zombies lunged forward together.
"Go, bite him to death, use your teeth, don't tear him apart haphazardly."
At this moment, the old man in the black robe still wanted to leave Jett's body intact.
After all, intact zombies were more useful for cultivating zombies.
"Aoo~"
The first zombie quickly approached, its sharp, green nails stabbing straight forward.
"Clang!"
A palm strike directly hit the zombie's body, producing a metallic clang.
However, under the tremendous force, the zombie was still sent flying backward.
But it wasn't dead; there was just a concave hole in its stomach, which didn't prevent it from continuing to attack.
"Zombies don't seem to have any obvious weaknesses besides Taoist magic."
Seeing this, Jett recalled some books he had read before. These zombies were similar to what was described in them.
And he didn't know any Taoist magic, so he had to rely on brute force to deal with them.
Brute force?
Right, that's what "one force breaks ten thousand techniques" means.
Sometimes, brute force could solve problems too.
Now, at most, he would just exert some effort to tear the zombies apart; he didn't believe they could still get up.
The other three zombies also lunged forward, but Jett quickly dodged their not-so-slow attacks.
"Come here."
Jett grabbed one zombie and then swung a palm, striking it on one of its arms.
With a crack, the arm broke in the middle, forming an irregular right angle.
He didn't stop and pulled over the other arm, breaking it the same way.
Next were the left leg and the right leg.
Then, with a whip-like kick, his hidden strength doubled, and 6,000 pounds of force condensed into a single line, directly snapping the zombie's waist.
The zombie fell to the ground, trying to get up, but unfortunately, it was impossible.
All its joints were dislocated, and important parts were directly broken. It couldn't stand up and could only struggle on the ground.
"Wow, so fierce?"
The old man in the black robe was shocked when he saw this.
It was the first time he had seen someone deal with zombies like this, completely head-on. Was this young man made of iron?
Seeing the satisfactory result, Jett turned his gaze to the remaining three zombies.
"Attack together."
The old man in the black robe was also a bit anxious. If this continued, all his zombies would be defeated here.
Looking at the zombies that had clearly become irregular but still tried to help him deal with Jett, the old man in the black robe felt a pang in his heart.
Who knew how much effort he had put into these zombies?
It wasn't imaginary effort but his heart's blood. Everything had been ruined just like that.
Turned into this state, even if they were put back together, they probably couldn't be used anymore.
Just imagine, a zombie in a wheelchair—that scene would be ridiculous enough to make enemies laugh to death.
On the other side, the old man originally thought that with three zombies attacking together, they could at least inflict some wounds on Jett, even if they couldn't kill him.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the combination of martial arts and national martial arts.
Today, Jett taught him a lesson: in close combat, zombies were all just little babies in front of him.
The zombies' attacks kept missing and couldn't hurt Jett. On the other hand, Jett's fists hit their targets with every punch, each one a critical strike.
Relying on brute force, even though the three zombies weren't dead in a short time, they were beaten into unrecognizable shapes.
Half of one zombie's head was crushed, and the fist print was still hanging on its head.
There were even worse ones, with several holes punched straight through their bodies.
These were zombies, with bodies as hard as iron. The old man in the black robe wanted to ask if Jett's fists weren't hurting.
"Warm-up is over; it's time to clear the field."
Jett's words scared the old man. This warm-up had already beaten his hard-worked zombies into this mess. If he got serious, wouldn't he dismantle all the zombies?
However, it was too late for him to retreat now. He only hoped that Jett was strong on the outside but weak inside.
However, this possibility was almost nonexistent.
"I've thoroughly understood my body's capabilities. Next, I should try combining internal energy with harmonization."
Jett had only been using pure external skills to fight the zombies, and he hadn't used the true power of national martial arts yet.
Harmonization erupted!
A force surged out of Jett's abdomen, pouring into his hands. His entire body's strength condensed into a rope, flowing into his hands.
"Vajra Palm, full power."
With a muffled shout, Jett exerted force with both palms, causing the void to vibrate and producing a sound of tearing air.
With a bang!
His palms struck out, and the zombie couldn't bear such an attack. It had no chance to counterattack and directly exploded on the spot, turning into dust and scattering in the air.
"How could this be!"
The old man in the black robe saw this and widened his eyes, shouting in shock at Jett, "You're a martial arts grandmaster!"
A martial arts grandmaster, legendary for being able to separate their internal energy, injure people from a distance, and even send people flying from hundreds feet away.
The invisible impact Jett just unleashed was precisely the separation of internal energy.
And not only did it separate, but it also directly turned a black zombie into dust, which was terrifying enough to make its liver and gallbladder shatter.
After all, while it was impossible for an ordinary black zombie to defeat a martial arts grandmaster, it was also impossible for a martial arts grandmaster to kill a black zombie without using some special means, because black zombies had stiff bodies that wouldn't be affected even if a martial artist's internal energy entered them.
However, Jett had directly smashed the black zombie into pieces. Saying he was a martial arts grandmaster was probably underestimating him.
It was only because the old man's horizons were too low that he could only recognize a martial arts grandmaster. He didn't know what was beyond that.
The old man had provoked such a martial arts grandmaster who could smash black zombies into pieces.
Thinking about wanting to turn Jett into a zombie now seemed ridiculous to him.
Yes, a martial arts grandmaster's energy and blood were magnificent, and turning him into a zombie would be powerful, but that would require dealing with Jett first.
Who didn't know that martial arts grandmasters were almost at the pinnacle of combat? Black zombies could easily deal with ordinary martial artists in close combat, but at the level of a martial arts grandmaster, they were just fodder for beatdowns.
While the old man in the black robe was shocked, Jett had already defeated the remaining zombies, including the one that had been lying on the ground, trying to get up again.
It was much easier than he had imagined—gather internal energy, release harmonization.
Then, he just needed to watch the fireworks.
Of course, there were also side effects. Both internal energy and harmonization were limited, and after they were exhausted, they needed to be recondensed.
With Jett's current strength, at most, he could only unleash a few dozen attacks before being depleted. After that, he would have to rely on brute force.
A few dozen attacks—if the old man in the black robe knew, he would probably curse. Even martial arts grandmasters didn't have this ability.
"What do you mean by martial arts grandmaster?"
All the zombies were dead, and the barrier disappeared, allowing Jett to approach the old man in the black robe.
"You don't know?"
The old man in the black robe was delighted and quickly said, "If you let me go, I'll tell you."
"I'm the champion of the Zamnia District's college entrance exam, a three-time consecutive Olympic competition champion, with an IQ over 100."
The old man in the black robe was a bit confused and asked, "What do you mean by saying that?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'll let you go just for one question?"
Jett raised his right hand and said with a frown, "Tell me or I'll send you on your way directly."
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," the old man in the black robe said without hesitation, revealing everything he knew.
As for trying to escape?
That was out of the question. Being so close to a person with unfathomable martial arts cultivation, any attempt to resist would only lead to death.
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