My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 745

Both Duke and Kisha felt a flicker of relief seeing Mrs. Winters prepare for battle. Though she had once lived the pampered life of a wealthy heiress and wife, she had long shed the role of a helpless bystander.

After being trapped in a basement in the western part of City B—with no way out and no one to rely on until Duke and Kisha arrived to rescue them—she had vowed to change.

Once she awakened her abilities, she took matters into her own hands. Quietly, without fanfare, she trained herself—learning the limits and rhythm of her powers until the vines became an extension of her body.

Now, conjuring those vines still demanded a heavy surge of spiritual energy upfront, but once summoned, they required only minimal effort to sustain. This made her a reliable and efficient combatant—one who no longer needed protection, but could stand on the frontlines.

But Mr. Winters wasn't weak either—far from it. Just like his son, he had trained in martial arts from a young age, as was expected of heirs from powerful families. As the only heir of the Winters during his time, he had been a prime target for kidnappers seeking ransom.

His father, having no other choice, ensured he learned how to defend himself. He was even sent to train with the military for a time, where he underwent rigorous exercises with the marines and completed several real missions.

It was no surprise, then, that he raised his son well. Duke grew up strong, capable, and disciplined—just like his father.

Now, Mr. Winters stood beside his wife, two daggers gripped firmly in his hands. He hadn't awakened any supernatural abilities yet, but he didn't let that bother him. Even without powers, he could still fight.

Normally, he and his wife would stay in the rear while the Winters' elite guards handled the threats. His only concern had always been protecting her.

But now that his wife had stepped onto the front lines, he had no intention of staying behind.

With a slightly awkward breath, he raised his dagger, then drove it upward—straight through the underside of the zombie's jaw, piercing into its brain. The creature convulsed once, then fell limp.

Mr. Winters pulled his blade free, the determination in his eyes sharpening.

If his wife was going to fight, then so was he.

"Honey, go back to the middle and stay with Dad," Mrs. Winters said firmly, positioning herself at the front center of the formation. She stood like a shield, protecting her husband, her father-in-law, and the Evans mother and daughter behind her.

But Mr. Winters frowned at her words.

"What? Do you think I'm getting too old to fight now?" he asked, raising a brow just before he delivered a powerful kick that sent a zombie flying. Without missing a beat, he followed up with a swift spin kick and a double strike, sending two more crashing backward. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

Mrs. Winters didn't miss a beat either—her vines lashed out like living whips, catching the zombies mid-air. With a twist and pull, she ripped their heads clean off.

She glanced sideways at her husband, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in a small, knowing smile.

"Honey, don't overthink, I just don't want you to get tired." Mrs. Winters immediately defended herself, her back was still with Mr. Winters as they move forward little by little while attacking the incoming zombies.