“Mark, you take the wounded one,” Uncle Ziggy said. “I will take the one using the bow. Xian, you can have the one holding the hammer. Jojo, you can have the Zombie Mage, and James, do justice to the swordsman.”
“Boring…” Uncle James muttered as he looked at the zombie swordsman. He was a ranged fighter, and now he was tasked with taking care of a close-range fighter. It just didn’t seem logical to him.
“If it’s boring, I can take him,” Uncle Xian said. But before he could finish his request, Uncle James’ boomerang moved.
He would rather fight a boring battle than allow the axe brute to have all the fun. Uncle Xian just laughed and lunged toward his target.
They clashed, sending sparks and shockwaves. Uncle Xian didn’t use any active skills; all his attacks came from sheer brute strength. But that was already enough to send sparks flying.
The zombie who held the hammer staggered backward when their weapons met. The force that pushed him back was just too strong. This caused his arm to grow numb for a few seconds, and before he could recover, Uncle Xian was upon him again.
Uncle James, on the other hand, was raining down boomerangs on the zombie swordsman, making it impossible for him to get close before attempting to kill him.
Uncle James wore a bored smile on his face as more and more boomerangs flew through the air, igniting in flames as they rained down on the zombie.
He needed a challenge, but this felt like bullying to him. Klaus’s uncles are monsters…He didn’t know much about them, but he knew the five were not normal.
So, despite facing Void stage zombies, the five Peak Ascendants aren’t even giving the zombies a fight. They are just messing with them.
Uncle Jojo, on the other hand, was laughing as he blasted through one attack after another. He was facing a mage, so he was having some fun destroying one attack after another.
His gauntlet was covered in ice, and it seemed his drunken battle style had transcended into a laughter battle style.
The more he punched, the more his laughter-or sometimes an amusing smile—continued to flow. It was like the battle was child’s play to him.
In this instance, it was indeed child’s play for them. They were peak Ascendents, and despite that, the Void stage zombies weren’t faring any better. They were being overwhelmed by the five uncles.
Uncle Mark had already broken the arms of the zombie he was fighting, and judging by how effortlessly he was overwhelming his opponent, it was clear he could kill it at any moment.
As for Uncle Ziggy, he stood in the same place, firing lightning bullets. Looking closely, he wasn’t firing the bullets to land on the zombie; instead, he was blocking the arrows coming from the zombie’s bow.
It was precise shooting, one that wasn’t only on point, but also dead center. All lightning bullets weren’t wasted, as they destroyed one arrow after another.
After a couple of minutes, the five uncles decided to end the battle. It was fun for a moment, but with their opponents unable to fight back, they grew bored.
Uncle Mark, his shield raised high, charged at the zombie in front of him with unstoppable force. The shield slammed into the zombie’s chest, sending it crashing to the ground.
The force behind the charge wasn’t something the zombie could handle.
“What a waste.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Uncle Mark dropped the shield and raised his fist. With a single powerful punch, he shattered the zombie’s skull, ending the fight in an instant.
The force of the punch left the ground beneath him cracked, a testament to his overwhelming strength. Naturally, a brute like him has every right to use his fist, but he prefers shields.
Meanwhile, Uncle Ziggy stood unmoving, his revolver gripped firmly in his hand. The gun barrel flashed with electric light as he fired, each shot faster than the last.
The lightning bullets struck true, blocking the arrows that came from the zombie’s bow with precision.
“This is indeed a waste.”
He sighed and then decided to off the zombie. One shot rang out, and the bullet hit the zombie square in the head, sending it reeling backward.
Before it could recover, another shot followed, this time blasting through its chest and leaving nothing but ash in the air. Uncle Ziggy gave a slight nod and then put away his revolver.
Uncle Xian, in his usual reckless, brute battle style, raised his axe high and charged forward. The weapon’s massive blade cleaved through the air with a roar.
With one swipe, the zombie holding the hammer tried to block, but the force of Uncle Xian’s strike shattered the zombie’s weapon and sent it stumbling back.
Uncle Xian followed through with another swing, this time decapitating the zombie with a single, clean strike. The body crumpled to the ground as the head rolled away, leaving only silence in its wake.
He also put away his weapon…
Uncle Jojo, laughing all the while, cracked his knuckles and charged toward the zombie in front of him.
His gauntlets, covered in ice, glowed as he unleashed a barrage of punches. Each hit froze the zombie’s limbs as they connected, locking it in place.
With a final, thunderous punch, he shattered the frozen zombie into pieces, the icy fragments scattering across the battlefield.
His laughter continued, echoing through the battlefield.
Uncle James, his face still wearing that bored smile, twirled his boomerang with casual ease. He tossed it high into the air, the weapon spinning with deadly precision.
As it circled around, it sliced through the air with the speed of a blade, striking the zombie swordsman in the chest.
The boomerang returned to him, but Uncle James wasn’t done.
With another flick of his wrist, he threw the boomerang again, this time hitting the zombie square in the head.
The zombie fell to the ground, its lifeless form crumpling as the boomerang landed at Uncle James’s feet. He picked it up and gave a slight, indifferent shrug.
The last zombie fell, crashing the dreams of the Savage King…
Uncle Mark deactivated the shield domain only to meet the gaze of five Peak Transcendents.
Three of the five are war gods stationed in Jose City, and the other two are Lord Jose, the leader of the Jose Great Family, and Luis, his junior brother.
The five tensed when they saw the dead bodies on the ground. Just a few minutes ago, they saw the shield domain formed, causing them to rush over. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t get inside.
But now that the shield was down and they saw what had transpired, they couldn’t help but tense up.
Klaus’s five uncles smile.
“No need to be alarm, Klaus sent us to come handle this scum…They are dead now,” Uncle Ziggy said.
“…and you can take the cores if you want…one for each.” The five facing them didn’t know how to react.
“They are Tier 11 cores if you are wondering.”
That was all it took for the five to run and collect the zombie cores. A minute later, they invited the five uncles to stay in the city, something they accepted because they were bored.
The clash was brief, but mesmerizing. However, every good thing must come to an end.
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