At the same time, Zhang Feng took several heavy steps, borrowing the momentum from running, and threw forcefully. The car was directly hurled towards the crowd five meters away!
Amidst screams and frantic dodging, the car, like a discus, crushed over a dozen people, leaving them mangled beyond recognition. Several people armed with powerful crossbows were also crushed to death.
At this moment, Zhang Feng dodged forward, grabbing a burly man and another person along the way. His palms penetrated the flesh of their backs, seizing their spines, and amidst their screams, he used the two as weapons and shields.
A weapon weighing over a hundred pounds was swung like a scythe mowing down grass, targeting the heads of the surrounding people with the added power of Zhang Feng’s Qi Force.
The post-apocalyptic robbers struck by the two-men weapon had their necks broken one after another.
Even if someone ducked to dodge, Zhang Feng would smash downwards with a backhand, like a bloody sledgehammer, crushing their spines into an unnatural twist.
The faint sound of blood dripped from the air, exploding onto the ground.
In a brief five seconds, Zhang Feng had already killed over twenty people. The two men in his hands had turned into a heap of pulp, with multiple fractures and torn flesh bleeding profusely, lifeless.
Zhang Feng flung them aside, smashing towards the crowd on both sides, and simultaneously stepped forward. To the sound of screams of terror, two more sturdy men were easily picked up by Zhang Feng.
Meanwhile, in the distance, someone armed with a powerful crossbow reacted and aimed at Zhang Feng.
But with a wall of burly men swinging around, Zhang Feng was completely unfazed.
At this moment, the people inside the courtyard were completely stunned.
In this half-minute of their stupor,
Zhang Feng had switched weapons four times, slaughtered his way back and forth through the crowd nine times, and annihilated all visible post-apocalyptic robbers.
Under the car’s lights, the surrounding area was full of twisted corpses.
A burly man’s spine was completely extracted, revealing a ghastly white amid the red. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net
Zhang Feng took a deep breath, standing on the cracked cement ground pooled with blood, rapidly regaining his Qi Force.
In the night, despite the high temperature over twenty degrees, noticeable white steam radiated from Zhang Feng’s side, highlighted by the car lights.
"Lame... no... Zhang Zhang Feng..."
"Did he... just kill everyone across by himself?"
"Am I dreaming? Did he just lift a car?!"
The crowd exclaimed, terrified and astonished by what unfolded before them, while some were so intimidated by Zhang Feng’s mystical white steam that they retreated continuously.
In their minds, this was not something humans could achieve!
Moreover, they didn’t expect the usually quiet Zhang the Cripple to be such a powerful human?
"No wonder he always went to scavenge resources alone... probably didn’t want us to drag him down..."
People seemed to understand something.
Seeing his friends at the station fearing him, Zhang Feng wanted to say a few words.
After all, having been together for more than two years, Zhang Feng intended to take them along to find that subway station.
Just in case it really was a large base, it would also repay them for initially taking him in, allowing him to focus on martial training and drink water freely.
Only, just as he was about to speak,
Zhang Feng suddenly noticed a head peeking out from the side of a car in the distance.
The person held a powerful crossbow, aiming in his direction.
At the same time, having just arrived here and noticing Zhang Feng spotting him, he was first startled, then immediately launched the crossbow,
"Die, monster! Monster! Die! Die!!"
He roared, his words full of furious and terrified killing intent!
In his mind, Zhang Feng was no longer human but a terrifying new creature more powerful than the bizarre Sun Beast!
A terrifying monster cloaked in human skin!
But as he launched the crossbow simultaneously.
A dagger flew over, embedding in his neck, the handle shattering his larynx, and the excess force toppling his body.
Zhang Feng slightly sidestepped, evading the inaccurately aimed arrow, retracting his hand from the thrown dagger,
"I really didn’t expect, there’d be a tricky presence in the corner. While killing, I should have counted the numbers."
Zhang Feng emerged from the corpses, looking at the speechless crowd,
"Anyone interested in the hopeful subway station, want to come along?"