My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 748

His sharp eyes had already locked onto the next wave of zombies. He spun the spear once more around his arm to reposition it, stepped to the side with precision, and delivered a sweeping sideways strike. Then, with a powerful leap, he soared into the air and landed in the heart of the horde.

The ground shook with the impact of his descent. The force, combined with the wide arc of his spear, decapitated every zombie within a three-foot radius. Heads rolled. Bodies dropped. And Duke stood tall in the center—calm, calculating, and deadly.

Zombie blood splattered across Duke's body and arms, but he didn't stop. He charged forward like he was swatting flies, unfazed by the gore. Kisha, watching him, could only shake her head in mild exasperation.

While Duke relied on sheer brute strength, Kisha moved with lethal grace. Wielding both her long and short katanas, she danced through the horde with feline agility, decapitating zombies with swift, precise strikes.

She leapt from one position to another, slashing clean through skulls like an agile predator. When she launched herself into the air, both katanas swung in wide arcs, slicing through zombies on either side.

Some unfortunate zombies were left with grotesquely mangled heads—sliced into uneven, abstract shapes that tumbled to the ground in a bloody mess. By the time Kisha landed, a trail of corpses lay behind her.

Their contrasting fighting styles—Duke's raw power and Kisha's elegant ferocity—made the Winters' men from the hidden base finally understand what their comrades from HOPE Base meant. These two weren't just strong—they were walking one-man armies.

Assisting Kisha was her floating dagger, moving so fast it was nearly invisible. It zipped through the air like a phantom, faster than an arrow.

No one could track it with their eyes—all they saw were bodies dropping, heads bearing clean, gaping holes. Only the faint swoosh in the air betrayed its deadly path.

Even as Kisha's floating dagger continued cutting down zombies around her, she herself never stopped moving. She fought with unrelenting precision, slicing through the horde without pause.

Many of those fighting alongside her couldn't understand how her dagger moved so independently, unaware that Kisha had reached a level of mastery where she could split her consciousness and control it separately—without strain.

And also, thanks to the support of her skills: 'One Man Team, Healing Dome, One Body, and People's Heart'. These skills not only kept her energized but also extended their effects to her allies, allowing everyone to fight longer without fatigue.

Even Mr. Winters, who had been panting heavily earlier, found himself revitalized. Gritting his teeth, he rejoined the front lines once more, unwilling to be outshone by the younger generation—especially not in front of his wife.

With renewed momentum, everyone picked up their pace and pushed forward, cutting down the zombies in their path. Thanks to Kisha and Duke taking the lead and eliminating the majority of the horde, the rest of the group wasn't struggling to keep up.

In fact, they were all astonished by how tireless the couple seemed. Their energy hadn't waned in the slightest.

Many assumed it was the sight of Kisha and Duke fighting so fiercely that reignited their own fighting spirit. Fueled by adrenaline and determination, they pressed on without noticing their fatigue.

Before they could finish off the remaining 100 or so zombies, a report came through the radio from Sparrow that more zombies were incoming.

Fortunately, Eagle, Hawk, and the others were doing an excellent job holding the rear—there were no zombies flanking them from behind, giving the team some breathing room as they prepared for the next wave.

"Young Madam, there are more than a hundred zombies heading your way. This road we picked—it's like a funnel. There's just so many of them up ahead, it's like they're being drawn to something," Sparrow's voice crackled through the radio, making Kisha pause mid-movement. Her brow twitched slightly.

'Don't tell me... it's the Constellation or the system attracting the horde again?' she thought, her suspicion flaring.

But 008 quickly jumped in, its voice ringing indignantly in her head, unwilling to take the blame.

"Host, be reasonable! I'm on your side—I wouldn't make things harder for you. I have no reason to lure those zombies here! I want more system points, sure, but not your life. Hmph!" it huffed, as if pouting and crossing its arms.