My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 456

Duke sensed that the agility-type evolved zombie was now pouring every ounce of its strength into this final showdown, determined to decide who would emerge victorious.

He narrowed his eyes, focusing intently as he wielded his spear defensively, using it as a shield to protect himself from the creature’s frenzied attacks.

He positioned it strategically to guard against strikes aimed at his most vulnerable areas—his head, neck, and joints—where a hit could easily incapacitate him.

With a keen awareness, he tracked the afterimages of the zombie’s movements, his ears attuned to the rush of wind, ready to anticipate its next strike.

Clang!

Clang....

One... Two... Three...

The agility-type evolved zombie darted from one location to another, attempting to exploit any potential weak spot in Duke’s defenses.

Frustrated, Duke realized that relying solely on his eyesight was futile; all he could see were fleeting afterimages of the creature’s movements.

Any reckless strikes he attempted only opened him up to counterattacks.

Instead of blindly swinging his spear, he decided to adopt a more patient approach, much like a lion waiting for its prey to drop its guard.

He focused on remaining calm and alert, biding his time for the perfect moment to strike and deliver a decisive blow.

Rose expertly kept the mental-type evolved zombie at bay, consistently blocking its attempts to support its agile counterpart.

The zombie showed no inclination to flee, and as more warriors recovered, they joined the fray by summoning earth spikes and creating small pits to hinder its movements.

Those who couldn’t summon spikes from a distance focused on conjuring them close by, then plucking them up and throwing them like javelins.

Meanwhile, Rose’s ice crystal dome provided strategically placed openings, allowing the warriors to launch their attacks without exposing themselves, ensuring they remained well-protected within their safe zone.

Thanks to their teamwork, Duke was now able to focus on the agility-type evolved zombie without distraction.

He honed in on its movements, anticipating the direction from which it would strike.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself and tightened his grip on his spear, preparing to make his move.

Swoosh!

The agility-type evolved zombie leaped behind Duke, but he had anticipated this move.

With a swift turn, he kept his spear close to his body, avoiding any wide movements that might give the zombie to alter its course after seeing his movement.

In an instant, a dull ripping sound echoed as his spear pierced through the zombie’s vulnerable abdomen, driving up through its throat and into its skull, completely skewering its insides.

The suddenness of the attack caught the evolved zombie off guard, and it froze in place, the life draining from its body as Duke’s spear found its mark.

Duke had long observed that the agility-type evolved zombie frequently leaped to his sides to strike, but these attacks were often superficial, mere feints designed to mislead him.

However, when it positioned itself behind him, its assault was lethal, consistently delivering three random strikes from various angles before attempting to ambush him.

The zombie relied heavily on its speed and cunning, making it difficult to pin down.

Yet, despite its intelligence, it lacked the complexity of an adult’s thought process, allowing Duke to recognize and memorize its attack patterns with relative ease.

Graaaaahhhh!

Whaaaaaaaarrrr!!!!

A chilling screech echoed through the street, as if the mental-type evolved zombie mourned the loss of its fallen companion.

As Duke withdrew his spear from the lifeless body of the agility-type evolved zombie, the mental-type zombie extended its vine-like arms, conjuring an army of illusionary zombies.