Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 75: Killing The Humans Barehanded

Zorvax turned to Ophelia, his eyes reflecting a firm resolve. "I want to handle this one on my own," he stated, his voice steady and determined. His stance showed unmistakable confidence, a clear sign of his readiness to take on the challenge ahead.

Ophelia, understanding his intent, nodded. Her face was calm, a serene contrast to their tense atmosphere. "I know you can handle it," she said, her voice supportive.

She took a few careful steps back, ensuring Zorvax had ample room to maneuver, yet her gaze remained intently focused on the unfolding scenario, ready to intervene if needed.

Zorvax then flashed a confident smile and, in a fluid motion, casually tossed his flame sword to the side. The sword clattered against the ground, its fiery glow dimming as it left his hand.

He then started cracking his knuckles, each pop echoing slightly in the silent street. His body movements were deliberate and relaxed, exuding a confidence that seemed to fill the space around him.

The big man, now towering and formidable in his awakened mode, looked down at Zorvax with a sneer. "Don’t think you can defeat me so easily," he growled, his voice deep and resonant, betraying a sense of arrogance mixed with the thrill of challenge.

Zorvax, unfazed, met his gaze with a confident smile. "Let’s see about that," he responded his tone light but laced with an undercurrent of confidence. He stood relaxed yet alert, ready for the confrontation.

As the big man raised his massive, glowing arms, he taunted Zorvax further. "You’re out of your league here," he boasted, his eyes flashing with the power of his awakened state.

Zorvax chuckled lightly, his demeanor calm. "I’ve been underestimated before. It never ends well for the other guy," he quipped, shifting his weight slightly, preparing to move.

With a roar, the big man launched a colossal punch towards Zorvax. His fist cut through the air, a formidable force powered by his enhanced state.

Zorvax, displaying remarkable agility, quickly ducked under the incoming blow. His movements were fluid and precise, belying the intensity of the situation. As the fist neared, Zorvax reached out, catching it with surprising ease.

"Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that," Zorvax taunted, a smirk on his face. With a deft movement, he twisted, redirecting the momentum of the big man’s punch and sending him off balance.

As the big man stumbled forward, his face revealed a mix of shock and disbelief. He had not anticipated such agility and strength from Zorvax. "How...?" he gasped, trying to regain his balance and composure.

Zorvax, ready to capitalize on this moment of vulnerability, adopted a fighter’s stance. "Underestimated me, didn’t you?" he taunted, his voice cool and collected. His eyes were locked onto his opponent, calculating his next move.

Meanwhile, the woman, her legs now enhanced with the power of awaken mode, lunged at Zorvax with a powerful kick. "You’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve!" she shouted, her voice fierce.

But Zorvax, with remarkable reflexes, sidestepped her attack effortlessly. He grabbed her extended leg and, using her own momentum, hurled it towards the big man. "Looks like you need better coordination," he quipped, his tone mocking.

The big man, unable to dodge in time, was hit by the woman’s leg, sending him further off balance. He grunted as he struggled to stay upright, his face contorted in frustration.

Zorvax stood confidently between the disoriented duo, a smirk on his face. "So, what’s the plan now?" he asked, his voice dripping with challenge. He looked from one to the other, clearly enjoying the upper hand he had gained.

The woman, pulling herself together, glared at Zorvax. "This isn’t over yet," she hissed, her stance defensive yet determined.

The big man, now steadier on his feet, clenched his fists. "You’ll pay for this," he growled, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and resolve.

Unfazed by the big man’s threats, Zorvax chuckled lightly. "I’m looking forward to it," he said, his voice calm yet laced with a hint of challenge. He stood ready, his body language relaxed but alert, indicating he was prepared for whatever they might attempt.

The big man, his grip tight on the woman, growled in response, "You’ll soon regret that arrogance." With a powerful heave, he launched her toward Zorvax like a human missile. Her form became a blur, her kick seeming to gather the force of the throw itself.

Zorvax’s eyes remained sharply focused on her rapid approach. As she neared, he fluidly ducked, her kick missing him by mere inches as it whistled above his head. She flew over him, her intended strike failing to connect.

In a swift, calculated move, Zorvax straightened up and delivered a precise, powerful punch to her midsection. His fist landed with a solid impact, halting her momentum abruptly.

"Didn’t see that coming, did you?" Zorvax taunted, a hint of a smirk on his face. He then revealed his prepared surprise, transforming one of his fingers into a gun-like form. This was a result of his earlier ingenuity, having consumed some debris to create this makeshift weapon.

Aiming steadily at the woman’s head, Zorvax’s expression turned serious. "End of the line for you," he announced firmly. With a subtle movement of his finger, he fired. The shot rang out, echoing through the desolate surroundings, and the woman dropped lifelessly to the ground.

The big man, his face etched with disbelief and shock, struggled to comprehend the rapid downfall of his plan. "How...? How did you...?" he stammered, his voice trailing off, his previous bravado now shattered.

Zorvax, standing confidently, did not bask in his victory. Instead, he pivoted swiftly to face the big man, his makeshift finger gun still aimed and ready. "Your turn," he declared, his voice steady and tinged with a challenge.

The big man, his expression transforming from shock to rage, let out a roar of anger and charged at Zorvax. His movements were desperate, driven by a mix of fear and fury.

"You’ll pay for this!" the big man yelled, his face contorted with rage.

Zorvax remained composed, his stance firm. "I don’t think so," he replied coolly, his finger poised on the trigger.

As the big man closed in, Zorvax fired. The sound of the gunshot resonated through the desolate streets, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped them.

The bullet struck the big man squarely in the chest. He stumbled mid-charge, his momentum faltering, and then he crumpled to the ground, lifeless, next to his companion.

Zorvax stood there, amidst the fallen foes, his breathing even and controlled. His face was a portrait of calm determination, his posture relaxed yet alert. He had handled the threat with precision and tactical acumen, his actions speaking of his combat expertise.

In the quiet aftermath, Zorvax scanned the area, ensuring no more threats lurked nearby. His eyes were sharp, missing no detail in the surrounding environment.