"This zombie doesn't use its mind, but it follows patterns of attacks—probably the things it has learned while it is alive?" Asher thought, as he think of a plan.
Asher decided to rush forward, putting him on offense rather than defense. He then threw a feint, and the zombie actually reacted.
It also attacked him with a fist radiating with power. He quickly sidestepped as the zombie swung widely. Now that it was open in its side, he used this opening to strike.
Throwing a punch on its rib cage, the zombie grunted like it was hit by a bat. But it was not pushed back as it leaned its body forcibly, tackling Asher and making him fly.
It felt like he hit metal in his chest, making him push back just 5 steps away. He could see he had not dealt any damage as the zombie rushed towards him again.
"Let's try leveraging its martial instincts," Asher said as he prepared himself again.
So when the zombie rushed towards him again, he had to make his move unpredictable.
He doesn't have a set fighting style, but he knows how to be unpredictable.
When the zombie arrives in his front, he throws a straightforward punch. Seeing this, the zombie wants to parry with its arms by swinging it wildly.
But Asher hurriedly took it back, dropping low, dodging the attack with its leg. He made a sweep, hitting its leg. He was expecting the zombie to fall, but no.
It just stood there like a mountain. He looked up and saw its dark eyes. The zombie kicked him in the chest with great speed, and he blocked it with its hand.
The force was strong as he grunt in pain, his block arms was swollen by just one blow. He rolled to the ground as his back hit a tombstone, stopping his progress.
But he hurriedly stood up since the zombie came rushing again, one wrong move he will die. Dashing sideways, he began to run for his life again.
"Now, two plans did not work. My combat power is too low to fight back. Plan 3 it is then," he bellowed as he looked at his surroundings.
The graveyard was a good one since he could use this to fight back. Shifting his head back, he also tried to lower the gap.
He extended his hands in the back facing it towards the zombie as he raised a finger, ..l..
Seeing that finger, it was overwhelmed with anger, not knowing why. As its speed increased even more, the wide 9 meters became lower.
Asher saw him anger the zombie, not knowing why that worked, but he started his third plan: Luring the zombie towards a tombstone, as he stood there with its back against the tombstone.
Preparing himself, the zombie roared as it closed on him. The zombie delivered a powerful attack by releasing a wild punch with raw power.
Asher, seeing that the fist was closing in, it was time as he dodged to the side. The fist of the zombie grazed his hair, but just a graze only.
The zombie's fist hit the tombstone, breaking it to pieces. When Asher looked at it, his eyes lit up.
The zombie's hand was broken because it was already rotten and not strong enough.
Because its flesh could not handle a rock-hard object, not wasting this chance, he then played dirty as he rushed towards it.
The zombie, with its useless hand, tried to sweep him away. Asher slid down between his open legs, and his hand skidded into the ground.
As he passed through it, the zombie shifted his body back, but when he did that, some dirt and debris splashed his eyes, making him momentarily blind.
Picking up a sharp piece of stone from where the zombie had smashed the tombstone to pieces, he aimed for its weak points.
It came to its neck as he pierced it there with a strong force, making the zombie, who was blind for a moment, growl, feeling something go inside its neck.
He tried to sweep his arms wildly. Asher, expecting this reaction, arched his back as he lowered his body, delivering a kick in its leg, which made it fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
"That's a good fight, Mr. Zombie. Now this is the end," he said, gripping the sharp pieces of the tombstone.
It came hurling down, hitting its head, with a compact power of 140. The power was great when he used all of its force in 1 point.
Then Thwack's head was smashed open, and he continued till it caved in until it became disfigured.
Sitting atop the zombie, it tried to struggle but was no use as it lay motionless.
Asher finally stopped as he felt his hand was swollen turning it purple; the sweat in his face draped his clothes.
After resting for a moment, he stood up, getting off its abdomen, and then the zombie finally breathed its last life.
As the shadowy came back again, it swallowed the zombie's body, engulfing it as it absorbed the body of the zombie.