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Chapter 33 - Arnold nearly drained of strength

"Thud!" After delivering a powerful kick, Clark fell from the air. He once again pushed off the wall of the elevator shaft, using the momentum to rush out. The zombies at the elevator entrance had already been cleared by the "projectile," allowing Clark to make a smooth exit.

 

"Let's go!" Clark quickly looked around as he emerged from the elevator. As far as the eye could see, the entire lobby was packed with zombies. A rough estimate put their numbers at least three to four thousand! They were densely packed, like sardines in a can, and the lobby was completely congested. They couldn't afford to be surrounded!

 

Upon hearing Clark's command, Arnold quickly stood up. The flattened zombies clung to his massive bear back.

 

"Clark, my butt hurts!" Arnold clutched his buttocks, but his large and stubby paws could only reach his lower back.

 

"Why didn't you say something before you kicked me? I'm not a soccer ball!" Arnold felt a bit wronged. He had thought that Clark wanted him to jump to the next level and then block there, allowing them to break out together. He hadn't expected Clark to use him as a projectile.

 

Even though Clark had kicked him twice, Arnold felt like his bones were about to fall apart. If it had been an awakened individual with a lower physique, those two kicks might have killed them.

 

Clark cleared his throat, gesturing for Arnold not to dwell on the topic. It had been a spontaneous decision on his part, but it turned out to be surprisingly effective.

 

"Let's not talk about this now. I won't kick you next time. Let's charge to the second floor first!"

 

The zombies in the lobby had already surrounded them, and the horde was advancing rapidly. Thousands of zombies were running towards them simultaneously, creating an incredibly impactful scene.

 

"My bear transformation time is up!" Arnold barely had time to shout, and his body rapidly shrank back to its normal human state. The helmet on his head was deformed, and his clothes were torn and tattered.

 

"Use the spine of the corpse snake! Don't get too close to fight!" Clark took the lead and, after saying these words, rushed towards the direction of the zombie horde. Although he was alone, he had the aura of an army. With a swift diagonal slash, he directly killed the frontmost zombies.

 

"Fox Strike!" The zombie group between the horde and the two of them was already very short, and Clark went all out. The curved blade, with the added strength, swept through a whole area like a laser.

 

"Reverse and strike!" Hand up, blade down, Clark's reaction speed was extremely fast. He turned around and struck down the zombies that were surrounding him from behind. Even though he was surrounded by zombies, Clark in the midst of the horde appeared like a death god, and his sharp swordsmanship prevented the zombies from getting close.

 

"Clark! It's not working! There are too many zombies!" Not far away, Arnold was surrounded by hundreds of zombies. He was swinging the corpse snake's spine in his hand frantically. With every swing, the spine cracked and exploded with a crisp sound. The whip at the end was incredibly sharp, easily smashing the zombies' skulls. Although he had never used a whip before, with brute force, he handled it like a pro.

 

"This isn't working! I can only transform into a bear one more time!" Arnold shouted angrily as his body suddenly expanded, and in just a second, a massive black bear reappeared in the hall. The bear roared angrily, and its roar mixed with the zombies' growls. The long bone whip in Arnold's hand looked like a toy.

 

Arnold swung the "bone whip" violently, and with each swing, he could easily crush a group of zombies. Without worrying about zombies getting too close, he displayed immense power. In a blink of an eye, he had temporarily cleared a space, and the situation improved.

 

However, Clark noticed that Arnold's eyes seemed somewhat dull; it was a sign of mental exhaustion. Compared to Clark's "Power Surge," Arnold's bear transformation consumed much more mental energy. In addition, his inherent willpower attribute was not high. As a result, one day's continuous transformation was his limit.

 

If only Lynn could join the battle right now. Clark sighed. With her abilities as a Mutant, she could replenish the mental energy of both Clark and Arnold. They could slowly grind down this horde of zombies without worrying about mental energy consumption. Unfortunately, she wasn't an Awakened yet, and her strength was too weak to participate in such a fight.

 

Clark thought about "The Stitcher" in the WD Shopping Center, where the number of zombies was much higher than here. Facing a massive horde of zombies, replenishing mental energy was crucial for the overall situation.

 

It seemed that after obtaining the equipment, they needed to resolve Lynn's Awakening as soon as possible. Having a Mutant without using her abilities was a waste.

 

"Get ready to charge together!" After Arnold transformed into a bear again, he easily joined forces with Clark, and the two fought side by side. With continuous strikes, they were now only about ten meters away from the second floor.

 

"3!"

"2!"

"1!" 

 

Clark took a deep breath and shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Blades of light interwove into a dense web of death, instantly shattering the zombies in front of him. The black bear at his side also roared and rushed into the horde, carving out a path of blood.

 

"Clark! Should we split up or stick together?" After breaking into the second floor, the number of zombies had increased instead of decreasing. Arnold exerted all his strength, swinging the bone whip vigorously. In his desperation, he even had to kick away the zombies that lunged at him, gasping for breath. His physical and mental strength had almost reached their limits.

 

Continuing the onslaught, Arnold had lost count of how many zombies he had killed. His once jet-black fur was now stained a dark red, and bits of intestine clung to him. At a glance, he looked like some kind of mutant zombie. Fumbling and struggling, he was experiencing immense physical exhaustion, and it was becoming overwhelming.

 

"Huff," Arnold panted heavily, nearly drained of strength.

 

"Clark!"

 

 

Clark, too, was deeply engulfed in the sea of zombies. As the vanguard, he faced almost three to four times as many zombies as Arnold. His blade sliced through the air, barely keeping the zombies at bay.

 

Clark was momentarily unable to respond, causing Arnold to grow anxious. 

 

"My second transformation is about to end!"

 

Arnold's transformation ending meant certain death. Clark's heart sank; he had underestimated the power of the zombie horde.