My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 929

Chapter 929: Chapter 929 Does Taunting A Zombie Would Work?
And even with their seamless coordination, Duke and Kisha still couldn’t pin the mutated zombie down. Kisha even had to divide her focus, not only keeping it from escaping, but also staying wary of a possible ambush lurking nearby. The strain on her mind and body was mounting with every second.

Duke, meanwhile, poured both his spiritual energy and Aura into relentless barrages of attacks. His aim was precise, yet the mutated zombie’s speed and instincts let it slip past every strike. All Duke could do was unleash a storm of ‘Ice Spears’ and ‘Fireballs’, hoping that sheer volume might land a decisive hit.

“Wifey! Leave the rear to me!” Duke shouted as he unleashed another barrage of attacks on the mutated zombie, giving Kisha some breathing room. Her mental capacity was being pushed to its limits as she split her consciousness across multiple fronts to cover a wider area.

But in her focus, she had overlooked one critical detail: when she broke away from the battlefield to chase the mutated zombie, her skill ‘One Man Team’ had deactivated. The tenfold boost to her strength had vanished, leaving her back at her normal state.

Though her situation was no less dangerous, the skill only activated when she was outnumbered. Now, she no longer had that advantage.

Fortunately, even without her stat-boosting skill, Kisha still had her aura, and she had already leveled up.

“Alright! I’ll leave it to you!” she shouted back to Duke.

With a sweep of her telekinesis, she hurled an abandoned car from the roadside straight at the mutated zombie. They couldn’t afford to let it escape now. One after another, six abandoned cars floated into the air around her, suspended in her mental grip before being launched like massive projectiles.

The mutated zombie’s growls and roars faded into the distance, a clear sign that she and Duke had already pushed far beyond the shelter’s range. But as they pressed the chase, a horde of zombies suddenly spilled from a nearby building, flooding the street in an unending tide to cut them off.

It seemed the mutated zombie, denied the chance to retreat into hiding, had unleashed its army instead, using them as both a shield and a distraction. If it managed to vanish into the crowd, tracking it again would be nearly impossible.

“I’m not letting you flee,” Kisha murmured, her eyes narrowing as the six abandoned cars she controlled swung violently through the air. She swept them across the street like colossal hammers, smashing zombies aside before slamming them into the walls. Duke instinctively sidestepped, careful not to get caught in the devastating arcs of her wide-range attack.

After several sweeps, the vehicles were battered and twisted, their metal frames drenched in black zombie blood. One car even had a severed hand dangling grotesquely from its bumper.

“Eck!” Kisha wrinkled her nose in disgust, tossing the mangled wreck aside. She quickly drew in another set of cars with her telekinesis, this time layering them with a thin coating of her Aura. The effect was immediate; the makeshift weapons became sturdier, sharper, and far deadlier.

As she unleashed the next sweeping strike, the cars carved through the horde with brutal force. A powerful gust of wind burst out from the sheer momentum, sending zombies flying before they were crushed against the walls. Limbs snapped, torsos flattened—some legs and feet remained planted where the zombies had once stood, grotesque reminders of the carnage.

Kisha let out a low whistle, impressed by how much more destructive her attack had become with just the slightest infusion of Aura. She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Duke.

He was already watching her. A moment ago, he’d said he would cover the rear, clearly intending for Kisha to ease up and let him handle the heavy work. Yet one sweeping strike from her had pushed him to the sidelines, leaving him with nothing to do but watch as she tore through the horde on her own.

For some reason, that stung. Duke gritted his teeth, frustration burning in his chest. He refused to just stand there looking all useless. Shifting his stance, he charged forward to engage the mutated zombie directly, keeping its attention locked on him.

If he couldn’t match Kisha’s rampage against the horde, then he would make damn sure the mutated zombie had no chance to escape.

Duke enveloped both his spear and body in Aura, the black purpleish energy seeping out until it coated him entirely. The air around him grew heavy and cold, sharp enough to raise goosebumps. The mutated zombie froze, trembling slightly before letting out a hiss. Then, like a beast preparing to lunge, it dropped onto all fours in a defensive crouch.

But Duke only smirked, his voice low and taunting. “Do you really think you can beat me?”

His words dripped with disdain, each syllable meant to provoke. If this mutated zombie truly had intelligence, then it would understand the insult that Duke was mocking it, belittling it.

And that was exactly what he wanted. If he could make it lose its composure, if it attacked recklessly, then he could buy Kisha more time. And when she was finished clearing the horde, the two of them could strike together and crush the creature once and for all.

When his first words drew no reaction, Duke took a slow, deliberate step forward, the corner of his mouth curled into a smug smirk. “Just because you can herd a pack of these mindless maggots, you think that makes you king of the mountain? Pathetic.”

The way he said it, with his cool, aristocratic poise, made him look less annoying and more like the composed villain of some grand tale. Kisha, glancing over to check on him, caught his expression and words.

Her brow lifted. She understood what he was trying to do, to goad the mutated zombie into becoming reckless, but part of her couldn’t help thinking he was too polished, too dignified. Instead of sounding mocking enough to enrage the creature, he almost seemed… too striking.

“Why the hell are you wasting words on a brainless zombie?” Kisha called out from the other side, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Its brain rotted away ages ago; it’s dumber than a bird. Even the smallest animal’s got more sense than that thing. Honestly, Duke, being eloquent with it is pointless… even its own mother wouldn’t want to claim this pathetic creature.”

She shook her head in mock exasperation, as if truly baffled by Duke’s theatrics, while knowing full well the mutated zombie probably didn’t understand a word.

But it turned out Kisha’s words were far more infuriating than Duke’s. The moment she finished, the mutated zombie let out a piercing shriek and snapped its furious glare toward her.

Maybe it was because of being called brainless, or maybe it hated being called stupid or bird-brain, Kisha couldn’t tell which nerve she’d struck, only that she’d done it better than Duke. She shot him a smug grin, her eyes practically saying, “See? I’m better at this than you.”

Without missing a beat, she pulled two abandoned vehicles into the air with her telekinesis and slammed them together, crushing three zombies between them. A wet spurt echoed from the impact, thick black blood spraying out. Kisha quickly veered aside, narrowly avoiding the splatter.

After its shriek, the mutated zombie only continued to glare at Kisha without making a move. Kisha smirked and piled on, her voice dripping with scorn. “See? It doesn’t even realize I’m mocking it. No wonder it died so miserably when it was still a human; it’s always been brainless. Can’t even attack properly, let alone evolve into a zombie king. What a pathetic weakling… hahaha, what a loser!”

Her laughter rang loud and unrestrained, sharp enough to echo across the street. Even Duke, watching from the side, almost felt sorry for the poor mutated thing.

Enraged by Kisha’s words, the mutated zombie lunged, its long claws aimed straight at her, but Duke intercepted it, spear flashing as he cut it off. Kisha, however, wasn’t finished taunting.

She wanted it furious, so blinded by rage it wouldn’t think of running away, but only focused on tearing her apart. If she could fix its focus on her, they could drag it into their preferred ground and strip away what advantage, little judgment, and intelligence it still had.

“Hahaha! What, are you angry now? Why? I only told the truth. All you can do is shriek and cower behind level-zero trash zombies. Those weaklings can’t even protect themselves, let alone you! What does that make you if not stupid and brainless?”