"The old man's wounds came from this. An ordinary person would have died long ago from such heavy injuries. Dash managed to hold on until reaching the base and survive for two more months, which is already a miracle. No, I have to go. Help him." Anthony made up his mind, squinting his eyes as he calculated his chances of defeating these two mutants.
If he faced a speed-type mutant, it would be difficult for him to keep up with his current speed of 22.05 meters per second. The scythe-like hands of the speed-type mutant were extremely sharp, and one wrong move could result in a fatal injury. On the other hand, he could handle a strength-type mutant with the advantage of his speed.
"That's it!" Anthony tightened his grip on the long knife and took a deep breath. Meanwhile, Dash was gasping heavily, finding it extremely difficult to even stand up due to the massive loss of blood.
"Is the old man going to die here?" As the thought crossed his mind, a sudden roar echoed accompanied by a strong gust of wind. Dash widened his eyes, watching a pair of giant fists rapidly approaching within his field of vision. Although he tried to move his body, his limbs wouldn't respond. He was about to meet his end at the hands of the zombies.
Suddenly, a figure flashed and swiftly swung his long knife at the arm of the approaching first-stage strength-type mutant. Blood splattered as the blade pierced about halfway. Although it didn't cause significant damage to the strength-type mutant, it successfully halted its attack. The figure casually threw a bottle of spiritual pool water to Dash and said, "Old man, drink it!"
"Thanks, young man." Dash didn't know why this young man saved him, but he accepted the water bottle without hesitation and chugged it down. Gulp, gulp! As the spiritual pool water entered his stomach, Dash's puzzled expression turned into shock. He felt a powerful energy coursing through his limbs and body, replenishing the previously depleted spiritual energy. Most importantly, his chest wound stabilized.
"Great stuff!" Dash exclaimed, regaining control over his body. He was now ready to fight again. Seeing Dash's injuries improving, Anthony didn't stay for long and directly said, "Old man, I'll take care of the big one, you deal with the fast one. Let's find an opportunity to escape."
"That's exactly what I had in mind!" Dash's eyes sparkled. He had been infuriated by the surprise attack from the speed-type mutant earlier and thought he wouldn't be able to avenge himself, but now a chance had presented itself.
Before the words had even finished, a sharp blade of air rushed towards them. Dash was prepared this time, slightly bending his body. When the large scythe came close, he shouted, "Diamond Fist!" A golden light covered his fists, giving the appearance of wearing golden gloves.
At the moment the scythe attacked, Dash's golden fist directly clashed against it, creating a metallic clash that reverberated sharply. The scythe couldn't make any progress against the resistance of the golden fist and was even forced to retreat.
"Directly confronts the scythe of the first-order speed mutant, you've got guts!" Anthony couldn't help but admire. Feeling the punch wind approaching him, he swiftly stepped back and turned around to taunt, "Big guy, is that all you've got?"
The first-stage mutant howled to the sky. Unlike a regular zombie, as a first-stage zombie, it had developed an intelligence comparable to that of a cat or dog. It couldn't tolerate being mocked by the insignificant human in front of it. With a step, Its more than three-meter-high body jumped straight up, and then slammed down on Anthony with fists in both hands.
"The power is immense, but the speed is too slow." Anthony analyzed the attacking methods of the first-level power-type mutant. He tapped his toes and swiftly retreated more than thirty meters.The concrete road collapsed under the punch of the first-order mutant.
"Big guy, come at me again!" Anthony provoked once more. The power-type mutant became enraged and charged towards Anthony like a big truck.
"So slow, too slow!" Anthony shook his head. The top speed of this big guy should be around 18 meters per second, which would be considered abnormal when facing an ordinary person. However, for someone like him with an agility score of 3 or above, it was far from impressive. He easily dodged the attack, leaned to the side, and swung his machete with all his might. Rip—the zombie's waist instantly received a half-meter-long gash, and blue viscous fluid oozed from the wound. rst-order mutant Missing the target with his first strike and was also injured, became even more furious. His pale white eyes emitted a faint red light, and his muscles swelled, growing even larger than before.
Roar—the roar resounded, and the bleeding from the waist and arms ceased. rst-order mutant stared at Anthony intently and charged towards him. "His eyes are bloodshot, and his body is expanding. He's going into a rampage!" Anthony immediately recognized the current state of the big guy, but he was not planning to confront him head-on. According to the previous test data from the base, this type of big guy could exert a minimum force of 1.5 tons, which could reach 3 tons in a rampaging state.
"Come on, let me slowly drain your blood." Anthony murmured, staring intently at his opponent. This was his first one-on-one encounter with a first-level mutant, and he was already quite satisfied with how far he had come in the fight.
Aah—roaring, the big guy's fists crazily pounded towards Anthony. In contrast, Anthony remained calm and continued to take advantage of his speed, casually evading the fierce onslaught of the rst-order mutant.
"Not bad, kid. You have good speed," Dash praised and looked at the pair of large scythe-like hands in front of him, saying softly, "I've been practicing for decades. I can't lose to a young man."
"Come again!" Dash shouted loudly, and his hands glowed with a golden light once more. Aah—those giant scythes opened their eight petals and swung towards the old man. In this way, the two sides engaged in a back-and-forth battle for a full half-hour. At the moment when the old man punched the first-level speed-type mutant away, Anthony quickly shouted, "Good opportunity, let's retreat!"
"Okay!"
Anthony and Dash exchanged a glance and swiftly fled along the embankment. It's unknown whether it was due to the two mutants' fear of their opponents, but they didn't chase after them after they retreated. They only gave them a deep look, as if to etch these two humans into their minds. After the two left the battlefield, they ran 1.5 kilometers along the embankment until they reached the downhill entrance of the ship community, and then they slowed down. Both of them were drenched in sweat, panting heavily, especially Dash, whose face turned pale. Blood started to seep out from his chest wound.
"No, the old man can't go on anymore, he can't run. Young man, you go ahead," Dash said, relying on the power of the spirit pool to regain some strength. However, after the battle, most of his strength was depleted again, and running such a distance completely drained him.
just finished speaking,As Dash fell down, Anthony hurriedly supported him. Seeing that Dash had lost consciousness and his swollen muscles were slowly deflating, Anthony decided to carry him on his back and run towards the base. Verna, the doctor, should be able to treat this kind of wound.