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"But this is far from enough. Heaven has already noticed me; I must become stronger..."
Thinking of this, Fang Han frowned and pondered. The fastest way to become stronger was to rely on his talent to devour and evolve.
However, there weren't many demons and monsters for him to devour; the only option was to hunt down the Japanese devils.
Over the past two days, he has killed quite a few people, mostly Japanese squads, with a maximum of several dozen people, and only a few hundred in total.
"Too slow! To reach the combat power of a zombie king, you need to kill at least a million people!"
Fang Han sighed, his tone slightly disappointed.
If others heard this, they would probably question the meaning of life.
In just a few days, he went from being a mortal to being on par with gods, and even capable of slaying gods, yet he still felt that leveling up was too slow?
Just as Fang Han was pondering, a commotion broke out outside the window.
"Hahaha, you Chinese are all sick men of East Asia!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Han frowned slightly, walked to the window, and looked down.
Next to the inn, there was a fighting ring where two people were fighting. One of them was a foreigner, tall and burly.
The foreigner held up a plaque with four large characters written on it: "Sick Man of East Asia!"
In this day and age, because China is considered backward, foreigners look down on Chinese people, hence the saying "sick man of East Asia".
In front of the foreigners stood a Chinese man, who was now being beaten until he was spitting blood.
"Chen Zhen, you're nothing special!" The foreigner said with a mocking expression, approaching the Chinese man step by step.
Countless people watched from all sides of the arena, their eyes blazing with righteous indignation.
Upon seeing this, Fang Han immediately became interested.
Chen Zhen?
This name sounds familiar!
However, he was more interested in foreigners because they seemed to exude an aura of death...
Fang Han narrowed his eyes, a red light flashing in them, and secretly activated his zombie eyes to carefully examine the foreigner.
A faint aura of death emanated from the foreigner's body, which quickly dissipated under the sunlight.
Because it was so faint, only Fang Han could see it; ordinary people couldn't see this eerie aura.
"Evil magic?" Fang Han was surprised. The foreigner had practiced evil magic, turning his body into a corpse, a half-corpse, half-human state, capable of walking in sunlight.
"No, he doesn't have any magical power to slam the wall, he's just an ordinary person..."
The foreigner was enchanted, becoming physically strong and incredibly powerful, which is why he was able to defeat Chen Zhen.
Normally, the foreigner couldn't defeat Chen Zhen; he relied on evil magic to enhance his strength.
"It seems to be the aura of an Onmyoji. Foreigners are actually getting together with Japanese devils?"
Fang Han frowned in thought, feeling a sense of familiarity, similar to the cultivators of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect.
In other words, the foreigner is backed by Onmyoji, and specifically by the Nine Chrysanthemums faction.
Thinking of this, Fang Han's eyes lit up. The Japanese devils were actually in Shanghai?
Even now, Shanghai has not fallen. It is a large city, far more prosperous than Nanjing, because Shanghai has a port and is a trade hub.
This city has a lot of foreigners, and there's even a special 'French Concession'!
Fang Han wasn't interested in that; what he cared about were the Onmyoji and the Nine Chrysanthemums faction.
After all, this sect had committed countless evils and was the manipulator of wars; Fang Han wished he could wipe them all out...
With that thought in mind, he jumped out of the window and strode towards the ring.
At this moment, the foreigner held up a plaque that read "Sick Man of East Asia," placed his right foot on Chen Zhen's chest, and looked around.
"Who else wants to challenge me?"
His eyes were disdainful, his expression arrogant as he sneered, "The Chinese are truly useless; not a single one of them can fight!"
Upon hearing this, a commotion broke out in the audience. Everyone was filled with hatred, yet there was nothing they could do.
Chen Zhen is a famous expert in Shanghai. Even he can't beat him. The gap in strength between him and the foreigners is too big.
Moreover, in the past three days, the foreigners have killed several martial arts school owners in succession. They are ruthless and merciless, and none of those who went into battle survived!
Seeing that no one was challenging him, the foreigner smiled and slowly increased the pressure under his foot, preparing to stomp Chen Zhen to death.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked onto the arena, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
A young man stepped onto the stage and walked toward the foreigners.
"Huh?" The foreigner was slightly surprised, then let out a cold laugh: "There really is someone who isn't afraid of death, and a young man at that!"
He stared at Fang Han with disdain in his eyes. Fang Han looked too young, like a student.
Chapter 32 Corpse Transformation? The Mysterious Curse Caster! (Seeking flowers, reviews, and monthly tickets)
Fang Han walked calmly onto the stage and stood before the foreigner...
The area below the arena was silent as everyone carefully examined Fang Han. He was handsome, had an extraordinary air about him, and was only about twenty years old.
Most importantly, Fang Han was wearing a Zhongshan suit, which made him look like a college student in uniform.
The foreigner sneered, "It seems China has no one left; they've only sent a student!"
"With your small frame, I could kill you with one punch!"
As he spoke, the foreigner shook his fist, showing off his arm muscles.
He was nearly two meters tall, and standing in front of Fang Han, he looked like a miniature giant!
The two are vastly different in physique; one is a muscular hunk, while the other is a handsome student, creating a stark contrast.
Chen Zhen hurriedly said, "Young man, get off the stage! This is not a place for you!"
"This man is ruthless; even I am no match for him..."
Fang Han ignored Chen Zhen and instead looked at the foreigner, a red glint flashing in his eyes.
"What's that look in your face?"
The foreigner looked displeased. He felt like prey being casually observed as Fang Han stared at him.
I felt a strong sense of unease, as if I had encountered a natural enemy, and a sense of crisis arose within me.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly punched Fang Han in the chest.
"Whoever you are, die!"
This punch contained all its power, enough to shatter a boulder; such power surpasses the limits of the human body.
Moreover, the foreigners exuded a corpse aura, though it was very faint and invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.
Fang Han narrowed his eyes, letting the foreigner's fist strike him.
Bang!
The moment the fist touched his chest, the foreigner looked horrified, as if he had struck a piece of steel.
The next second, he flew backward and crashed heavily onto the edge of the ring.
"Ah!" The foreigner screamed in agony, clutching his right fist, his finger bones shattered.
Around the arena, everyone blinked, looking completely bewildered.
"what's the situation?"
"Are these foreigners putting on an act?"
Everyone was stunned. The foreigner punched Fang Han, but ended up flying backward.
At this moment, the foreigner got up from the ground and stared at Fang Han in horror.
"Why is your body so strong, harder than steel?"
Fang Han did not answer, but asked, "Who cast the curse on you, turning you into a half-human, half-corpse monster?"
Upon hearing this, the foreigner's expression changed drastically; this was his biggest secret.
"You actually figured it out?"
The foreigner stared intently at Fang Han with a grave expression: "It seems you're no ordinary person..."
As he spoke, he clenched his left fist and suddenly lunged at Fang Han.
At the same time, his eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulged on his face, and the aura of death emanated from his body.
Hiss!
His clothes were torn, revealing his muscular physique and his body radiating explosive power.
The foreigner was emanating a corpse aura that could be seen even by ordinary people. He activated the spell within his body, and his power surged.
Corpse-like state!
Between the living and the zombies!
A commotion erupted as everyone stared in shock at the foreigner, who appeared as if he had transformed into a monster, with eerie black mist emanating from his body.