End Of The World: Obtain Population Revitalization System

After successfully frustrating Professor Zhang several times, Zhong Ziwang finally made a mistake.

The wheelchair was knocked aside. Zhong Ziwang's body was covered with scratches and he tried to stand up with his still numb legs.

Professor Zhang's condition on the other side was not much better. In addition to broken arms and legs, many fights and falls left Professor Zhang covered with injuries and his clothes were in tatters.

Both of them were reaching their limit.

In Zhong Ziwang's eyes, Professor Zhang's zombie image also has blood special effects and angry eyes, making it look like a big boss among zombies.

In Professor Zhang's eyes, Zhong Ziwang is the person he hates most in his life, like a star who changes his destiny every time he appears.

The first time he appeared, he turned into this person who was neither human nor ghost.

Now I have become a half-disabled person again.

Zhong Ziwang must die! ! !

Professor Zhang jumped over like a spring.

Zhong Ziwang, who had recovered to a certain level, barely dodged the blade this time, and even hit Professor Zhang's jaw with a backhand punch.

Professor Zhang, who had the ability to relieve pain, did not slow down at all and swung the scalpel towards Zhong Ziwang's throat and cut it.

Zhong Ziwang, who barely backed away, stumbled. His numb legs were unsteady and he fell down, hitting the side of a car with his back.

During the fall, two fingers of Zhong Ziwang's right hand were cut off.

The pain from fingers to heart!

Professor Zhang stabbed Zhong Ziwang in the heart, who was leaning against the car.

In desperation, Zhong Ziwang used his injured right hand to block the situation in front of him, just like Professor Zhang used his arm to block his chair.

The scalpel pierced Zhong Ziwang's palm and got stuck there.

Professor Zhang looked at Zhong Ziwang's painfully twisted expression and smiled with satisfaction.

The scalpel continued to press down, and the blade that pierced the palm continued to move towards the heart.

Zhong Ziwang's left hand grabbed Professor Zhang's knife-holding arm and tried to pull away. The pierced right hand endured the pain and pushed hard.

I can't die like this!

I still have a lot to do!

Not yet!

Strong willpower allowed Zhong Ziwang to endure the astonishing pain and confront Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang's strength, which has reached the limit of human physiology, is too great. Even if Zhong Ziwang exerts force with both hands, the blade is getting closer to the heart.

It seems that all Zhong Ziwang's efforts can only delay time.

The blade has touched his chest, and Zhong Ziwang has already felt the pain caused by the blade piercing the skin.

The adrenaline-fueled heart was beating rapidly, and it was less than two centimeters from the tip of the knife. Every time it bounced, I could feel the pain from my chest.

Really, is it over?

. . .

Zhong Ziwang, who was about to face death in a second or two, suddenly saw a golden light falling from the sky and flying over.

ah! ! !

With an extreme scream, Zhong Ziwang felt that Professor Zhang's strength was suddenly relieved.

Professor Zhang, who was kneeling on the ground, was hit by something on his right leg.

Zhong Ziwang took a closer look - it was a durian!

A durian covered with spikes fell from the sky and hit Professor Zhang's right leg, which was supporting his body. The huge destructive force directly broke Professor Zhang's calf.

The tibia and fibula on the calf were all broken, exposing the gray-white bone fractures, and the durian was still stuck on the calf.

Even Professor Zhang, who had lost most of his sense of pain, could not withstand such a huge injury. He lost all his strength in an instant, leaving only a howl-like scream.

Professor Zhang fell to his knees and barely supported the ground with his right hand, like a defeated dog.

Zhong Ziwang quickly pulled out the scalpel stuck in the palm of his right hand with his left hand and plunged it into Professor Zhang's temple...

. . .

"It's a pity. I originally wanted to shoot the head, but the accuracy was still a little bit off."

The man upstairs on the street smelled his hand.

"Give a person a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands. Give a person a durian, and your hands will smell like a lingering smell."

After saying that, the man waved his hands and walked away, hiding his merit and fame...