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Chapter 13: The Man with Big Leg

His intentions were clear: he aimed to pierce Zorvax\'s head with his razor-sharp nails. His hands, brimming with confidence, prepared to strike down the undead. The man believed that the size and might of his weapons would guarantee his victory.

But to his astonishment, Zorvax raised his own dagger with remarkable speed and precision. The dagger acted as a barrier, deflecting the man\'s assault just moments before it would have struck his face.

The man with sharp nails was taken aback, his initial confidence crumbling as he stared in disbelief. "What?! How did you... How did a mere zombie block my attack?"

Feigning composure, the man spat mocking words again, "Fine, you blocked one hand, but I\'ve got another!"

With his other hand, he launched another ferocious attack, crying out, "Die!" as he thrust it toward Zorvax\'s face. His sharp nails gleamed malevolently as they aimed to strike the target.

Zorvax, with his uncanny speed, once again employed his dagger as a shield. He parried the assault, not allowing a single nail to pierce his flesh.

The man with sharp nails, his anger consuming him, couldn\'t contain his frustration. "You\'re just a zombie! How dare you block my attacks?!" he shouted, his voice dripping with rage.

As Zorvax and the man with sharp nails continued their clash, the undead creature abruptly opened his decaying mouth, attempting to utter words that were incomprehensible and came out as guttural sounds. Yet, within this eerie cacophony of incoherent speech, the man could discern one phrase, repeated by Zorvax with a haunting tone: "Weak... so weak..."

The man with sharp nails, perplexed by Zorvax\'s strange attempt to communicate, could only glare in frustration. "Close your damn disgusting mouth, you wretched creature!" he snapped, unable to fathom the zombie\'s behaviour.

But just as the man berated Zorvax, the undead creature made a swift and calculated move. Zorvax, with newfound strength and speed, utilized his dual daggers and, in a burst of power, forcefully crushed the man\'s sharp nails.

The once-threatening weapons shattered into mere shards, rendering the man with sharp nails powerless and vulnerable. He recoiled in agony and despair, staring in disbelief at the remains of his shattered weapons.

The man with sharp nails stood in shock, his eyes wide and disbelieving. He muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief, "How... how can my sharp nails, sharp as steel, be broken?"

Desperation crept into his gaze as he turned to face Zorvax, his voice shaking as he begged, "Please, just wait a minute, okay?"

But Zorvax showed no mercy. With a swift and decisive strike, Zorvax thrust his dagger forward, ending the man\'s plea and his life in one fell swoop. The man with sharp nails fell to the ground, lifeless, his shocked expression forever frozen on his face.

Zorvax stood over the fallen man, his undead visage emotionless and unrelenting. There was no sympathy in his decaying heart, only the relentless pursuit of Evolution Points to unlock his next stage of undead evolution.

Zorvax only glanced at the man with the enlarged leg, who continued to battle the remaining swift and thick zombies. With an air of determination, Zorvax muttered to himself, "Let\'s move on to the next item on the menu."

Without wasting another second, he darted toward the location where the man with the bulging leg was locked in fierce combat.

The scene before Zorvax unfolded into a fierce and chaotic battle as the man with the oversized leg confronted the remaining swift and thick zombies. His movements were a mixture of skill and pure strength, creating a bizarre yet oddly effective fighting style.

The swift zombie, known for its speed, darted towards the man, aiming to take advantage of its agility. However, the man reacted swiftly, sidestepping with surprising grace. He taunted the swift zombie mockingly, "Is that all you\'ve got, you freakishly fast freak? Come on, let\'s fight!"

The swift zombie, not capable of understanding language or feeling pain, continued its relentless assault. The man\'s laughter filled the air as he skillfully avoided its attacks, his bulk acting as a shield against the creature\'s relentless onslaught.

While this battle took place, one of the thick zombies lumbered toward the man with the enlarged leg, raising its hefty arm to strike a devastating blow. Unfazed, the man rolled his eyes and teased, "You think you can match up to me with those sluggish moves? You\'re just another slowpoke."

The thick zombie swung its arm in a wide arc, trying to slam the man into the ground, but he countered with unexpected agility, stepping aside and delivering a powerful kick to the zombie\'s exposed flank. He continued his tirade, shouting at the fallen enemy, "You need to do more than that to take me down, pal!"

With a swift and unexpected movement, Zorvax materialized on the battlefield, taking the swift zombie by surprise and ending its existence with a precise dagger strike. The man with the overgrown leg turned his gaze towards Zorvax, acknowledging the newcomer with a nod.

"So, another one, huh?" the man with the bulging leg said with a grin, a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice. "Doesn\'t matter how many of you come at me, I\'ll stomp you all into the ground."

He was about to unleash a powerful kick towards Zorvax, but the undead creature deftly leaped backward, causing the man to pause for a moment. "Huh, jumping pretty high there, zombie," the man remarked, impressed by Zorvax\'s agility.

However, the surprise was short-lived, as Zorvax, in a blur of movement, landed right next to the thick zombie and eliminated it with a deft strike of his daggers. The man with the large leg observed the swift and precise kill with a raised eyebrow.

"Now it\'s just you and me," the man stated, locking eyes with Zorvax. The confrontation between the two unique beings, each with their own set of abilities and powers, was about to reach its climax.