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The mont Lawrence gave the order, the first twenty Survivors imdiately rushed toward the Hospital entrance.
However, before they could even step fully inside. "Swish!!" "Swish!!" "Swish!!"
A storm of arrows suddenly erupted from within the Hospital darkness.
The arrows moved even faster than bullets.
Each arrow carried terrifying penetrating power.
"Splurt!!"
The first man had his chest pierced clean through.
"AHHH!!"
Another survivor had his skull blown apart by a rotating thorn arrow.
The charging formation instantly collapsed into chaos.
And the most terrifying thing was, the arrows never stopped.
Archy and Ranzy stood deep within the Hospital corridor, continuously firing without pause.
Their attacks completely sealed the entrance.
Under the overwhelming suppressive firepower, the twenty-man assault team instantly fell into despair.
"Boss! Save !!"
"AHHHHH!!"
"Retreat! Retreat!!"
So Survivors tried escaping imdiately after seeing their companions die.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The rain of arrows continuously swept across the ground.
Screams, roars, and desperate cries echoed nonstop throughout the Hospital entrance.
Under the terrifying ranged suppression of Archy and Ranzy, those twenty Survivors did not even last ten seconds before every single one of them collapsed onto the ground.
Outside the Hospital, the Brown Wood Shelter group imdiately erupted in a flurry of whispers.
This sudden scene, let alone them, even Lawrence hadn’t expected.
At this mont, he had a ghost-struck expression on his face.
My faction of several hundred people is still using handguns and submachine guns, yet these arrows are sohow stronger. However, Lawrence didn’t know that these were not ordinary arrows, they were shot by Archer Druids.
It could only be said that Lawrence was truly worthy of being a Shelter Leader.
Despite his surprise, he quickly regained his composure and rushed toward the hospital without hesitation.
These arrows were effective against his subordinates, but for a powerful survivor like him, whose Physique exceeded 60 points, they posed little threat.
"As long as I deal with those two children, these terrifying bows and arrows will be mine."
But before Lawrence could reach the Archer Druids, Gardi arrived and blocked his path.
Lawrence thought a re child with a shield wouldn’t be able to do much. That was his biggest mistake. Before he could even react, he found himself flying backward through the air.
He crashed heavily in front of his group with a wound on his face.
One must know that after inheriting the assets of Frost Shelter, Lawrence’s four-dinsional stats, especially his Physique, had reached an average of 68 points. With such powerful stats, he could act arrogantly almost anywhere. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had been sent flying back without understanding what had happened.
He wasn’t the only one shocked by this.
The subordinates he had recruited over the past two days watched their boss get thrown backward like a dog. They couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. Since they had only recently joined, they had no real sense of loyalty. Lawrence’s poor performance today naturally made them even more disloyal.
Lawrence’s expression tightened. If these people ran away because of this, it would beco much harder for him to conquer other survivor groups in the area later.
Realizing the situation was turning against him, Lawrence softened his expression. He forced what he believed was a friendly smile and spoke to Vikram:
"Hello, we have no prior grievances. Besides, this hospital resource point doesn’t belong exclusively to you. I only sent my subordinates scavenging for supplies. Why do you need to be so ruthless?"
"Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Vikram replied coldly. "Do you think in the apocalypse it matters who discovered the resource point first? Or are you seriously begging to let you off?"
Lawrence had hoped to negotiate, but Vikram completely disregarded his attempt.
Seeing this, even now Vikram was treated like an air, and his subordinates died. Logically, he should have acted to kill this kid.
But he has so unknown fear, he had also learned from his subordinates that the guy had gone upstairs to fight the Legendary Zombie. At first, he thought that since he had gone upstairs, he would not return alive.
After all, fighting a Legendary-level creature was basically suicide. Although that guy’s strength was similar to or even stronger than his own, dealing with a Legendary-level monster was still wishful thinking. He assud Vikram had beco the zombie’s delicious and nutritious lunch.
But when he actually saw Vikram return downstairs unhard, it ant he had survived an encounter with a Legendary-level creature.
He had to weigh whether he was qualified to make a move.
However, he had a brain, but that didn’t an his subordinates had.
"Damn it, Boss, this kid is too arrogant, acting like this just because he killed our Shelter’s subordinates."
"Are we, with so many people, afraid of them? No way, Boss, I can’t stand it anymore. I’ll teach this kid a lesson for you first."
Having just been recruited, these new mbers all started at the sa point.
Their idea was that if soone could show off in front of Lawrence, they might get appreciated and secure a high position.
That person from before was basically at the bottom of the strength list; any random person from their group could beat him.
So, everyone only found Vikram’s previous move sudden, not frightening.
At this mont, as soon as the words fell, before Lawrence could stop them, they rushed towards Vikram, brandishing their knives, one after another.
Seeing a group of people attacking Vikram, Warrior was ready to interrupt.
But Vikram stopped him. Seeing that, Lawrence thought Vikram had lost his reasoning with fear.
At this ti, Vikram was surrounded by a crowd, with various weapons attacking from all directions.
But just as these weapons were about to touch Vikram’s body, several screams suddenly erupted from the crowd.
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
Lawrence looked and found that a shadow was appearing and disappearing, and before his mbers could touch him, they started falling down.
And from Vikram’s attitude, he didn’t look even a little bit serious.
And yes, Vikram didn’t care about them, no matter how many of these small fries there were, they were no match for any of his Plants Team.
Even Phanty didn’t even bother to take out his weapon; he just casually moved his fists and feet, and these Survivors, who didn’t know their place, were sent flying several ters away.
Even without being serious, among these Survivors, the least injured had at least shattered internal organs and would definitely not survive.
These Survivors who rushed forward only wanted to pick on the weak, but now they saw that even a child beside Vikram was so terrifying.
Their faces changed drastically, and they all retreated behind Lawrence.
Seeing this situation, Lawrence cursed inwardly, "What are these good-for-nothing wastes here for?"
His own subordinates, trained by Brown Wood Shelter, if they encountered such a situation, even if they weren’t fearless, they wouldn’t hide behind him.
Shaking his head, Lawrence looked at Vikram.
He seed to know that there was nothing left to discuss between the two sides. Having watched from the side earlier, he could more or less guess that Vikram’s strength was similar to his own.
So he asked the question burning in his mind, "Before we fight, I just want to know one thing, how did you escape from a Legendary-level zombie?"
"As far as I know, a Legendary-level is far from a monster that soone of your or my level can deal with."
Even after seeing the battle between Phanty and his subordinates, he still didn’t understand.
Vikram scoffed indifferently. "Who told you I escaped from a Legendary-level?"
Hearing this, Lawrence’s eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, ’That’s right. A Survivor with a physique similar to mine, how could he really be stupid enough to look for a Legendary-level?’
At first, he was a little worried that the other party had so trump card and he might not be able to beat Vikram.
Now it seed he had overthought everything. Vikram hadn’t even gone to fight a Legendary-level creature.
Hearing the answer he most wanted to hear, Lawrence’s eyes glead with confidence.
"Good. Then I want to ask one thing, can you fight alone, without your children?" Vikram said. He knew that although the children behind Lawrence looked young, they were far from ordinary.
Vikram thought for a mont before replying, "Alright, it will be just between you and ."
Hearing this, Lawrence smiled. He wasted no more ti on idle chatter. Drawing his Epic-level weapon, he swung it in a wide semicircle through the air and brought it down toward Vikram with full force.
Lawrence had no intention of holding back. His montum surged to its peak.
"I’ll take good care of your woman for you. Die!!"
As the katana descended, the onlookers held their breath, all sensing the lethal danger of the strike.
But the outco was nothing like they had imagined. There was no scene of Vikram’s body being sliced apart.
"Whack!"
Just as the katana was about to strike Vikram’s head, he casually raised his hand and lightly slapped the back of Lawrence’s sword hand.
That seemingly gentle blow struck like lightning. Lawrence’s entire arm went numb in an instant. The katana flew from his grasp and landed precisely in Warry’s hand.
"How is that possible?" Lawrence shouted in disbelief. "We have similar strength! How could you knock my weapon away with just one blow?"
Vikram shrugged casually. "You guess. If you guess correctly, I’ll tell you."
Lawrence’s expression shifted rapidly as he observed Vikram’s relaxed deanor and the changing faces of the surrounding survivors. Although he didn’t fully understand what had just happened, retreating now was clearly not an option.
Gritting his teeth, Lawrence took out a red shard and swallowed it imdiately.
This was none other than the Crimson Shard that had appeared during the early days of the Wasteland.
[Crimson Shard: Blue-grade. Temporarily increases all four-dinsional stats by 5 points for 2 minutes. Collect ten shards to synthesize a Crimson Orb.]
These items had disappeared after the Crimson Creatures were wiped out. However, as a Shelter Boss, Lawrence had hoarded many of them, knowing they would prove useful in critical monts.
The mont he swallowed the shard, a faint bloody aura began radiating from his body, similar to the effect of Vikram’s Berserk Mode skill. In addition to the stat boost, the Crimson Shard also numbed the user’s senses.
Lawrence’s eyes turned bloodshot. At this mont, he no longer cared about anything. His entire aura beca wild and frenzied.
As soon as his enhanced physique stabilized, he lunged forward again, carrying a strong scent of blood. Both arms raised high with palms open, he attacked Vikram’s head from both sides in a vicious pincer move.
"Die for !"
His palms, enlarged by the power of the Crimson Shard, were now larger than Vikram’s entire face. For an ordinary person, this attack would have been fatal, their skull would have been crushed.
But the man standing before him was soone who had faced a Legendary Zombie.
No matter how much Lawrence mutated, in Vikram’s eyes, this was nothing more than a minor skirmish.
He simply raised his arms slightly, and the two massive, swollen palms were effortlessly pushed apart.
Lawrence’s frenzied expression suddenly froze. A mont of clarity flashed in his eyes.
"No... We are not on the sa level of power at all!"
"Run!"
"I must run!"
"Otherwise, I’ll die!!"
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The onlookers only saw a hint of fear and despair in Lawrence’s frantic expression.
The next second, Lawrence’s fierce offensive instantly ended, and he turned to flee.
However, Vikram, who had been smiling, finally spoke, "Can you escape?"
For so reason, though it was a very ordinary sentence, a chill ran down the spines of everyone present, giving them goosebumps.
As if to confirm their fears, Lawrence, who was about to rush out of the Hospital, didn’t even have ti to leave.
A massive force, accompanied by a fierce wind, surged towards him.
"Pfft!"
"Crash!"
With just one punch, half of Lawrence’s body was shattered, turning into a bloody mist full of a fishy sll that dispersed into the air.
During this, so fragnts of internal organs also scattered across the floor.
Lawrence’s physique was miles apart from Vikram’s, so how could he possibly escape?
Lawrence, the leader of Brown Wood Shelter, was living his life like a king, but now he was dead.
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