I'll Fight You

And at this moment, someone actually started a fight over a bit of food?

"What the hell, I saw this piece of bread first, are you freaking kidding me trying to steal it?"

"What do you mean you saw it first? I clearly saw it first!"

"Say that again?"

"I said it's mine!"

"Damn it, get lost."

"You dare hit me? I'll kill you!"

"You dare hit my man, I'll fight you."

Several people grabbed tables, chairs, stools, and desk lamps, and started smashing them at each other.

The sounds of impact were continuous.

On the first day of the apocalypse, when the end had just begun, this group of people fought fiercely over a piece of bread.

It could be said that they were showing their worst sides.

Actually, at this point, although everyone was very hungry, they hadn't reached the point of desperation.

Especially since they were already on the third floor, with the second floor within reach.

Just enduring for a bit might mean finding enough food in the restaurant for everyone to eat half full.

But they still fought.

Not for anything else, just for the sake of their pride.

They didn't know each other!

In this environment, what's compromise? They had no idea!

You dare to be rude to me? Well, I'm not one to be trifled with either!

So both sides fought without any reservations.

Some tried to intervene, but to no avail.

Because those in the heat of the moment were not rational.

And at this moment, the monsters downstairs were attracted by the noise of the argument and the smashing of things upstairs, and they began to converge towards the third floor spontaneously.

Ten, twenty, thirty... soon they formed a considerable group.

Among them were lizardmen and zombies.

The zombies weren't too bad in numbers.

There were only one or two ordinary zombies that had evolved to mid-rank.

Mid-rank ordinary zombies weren't much more powerful than the low-rank ones.

They were just a bit faster than before!They still couldn't outrun humans running for their lives at full speed.

Lizardmen were a bit more formidable, as not only were there more of them, but there were also more of them that had evolved to the mid-rank.

The running speed of mid-rank lizardmen was no less than that of humans.

Jamal and his group weren't suicidal. Faced with so many monsters rushing up all at once, they could only temporarily retreat.

"Run! Run fast!"

Jamal roared as he led a large group of brothers running up the hallway.

The people who were searching for food snapped out of their trance and began to scatter and flee.

"Oh shit!"

"Help me..."

"Help! Quick, help me!"

"Ahh..."

Once again, the hapless humans were torn apart by the monsters.

The mid-rank zombies weren't slow. After biting humans, they were collectively killed by the surviving humans.

However, the survivors who had fought over food earlier, having expended much of their energy, were quickly caught up to by several mid-rank lizardmen.

And then they were pounced on and bitten to death!

Blood, organs, brain matter splattered all over the floor.

Screams echoed continuously.

"Do these lizardmen already have Black Iron mid-ranks? Huh, there's even one that's evolved to High Rank?"

The third floor was the mahjong room!

At this moment, Bruce Roberts and his two companions were hiding in a glass room, watching the slaughter outside helplessly.

Two mahjong tables and some chairs and stools were blocking the door and their bodies.

"Young Master Bruce, when do we go out?"

"Don't rush, let's wait until the monsters disperse a bit."

Bruce Roberts smirked and turned to Cynthia Sanchez, who had changed her appearance beside him. "Cynthia Sanchez, did you see just now?"

"I-I saw it!"

Cynthia Sanchez nodded slightly.

Although Bruce Roberts was now the core of the team, she wouldn't disobey his orders, but deep down she felt that people like Heywood manager, who were so selfish, were in the minority.

But now the facts proved that, except for the military, ordinary people found it difficult to achieve even the word 'unity.'

Even with the possibility of obtaining plenty of food by steadily advancing, they chose to fight over trivial gains.

Did it even attract a horde of monsters?

"Some people just aren't worth helping!"

Bruce Roberts smirked, his gaze fixed on the high-ranked lizardman currently feasting on a corpse, seeing that the others were distracted by hunting humans.

"Let's go, Cedric, cover me. We're breaking out of here!"

"Alright!" Cedric nodded.

"Now? That giant lizard monster is still feasting over there!" Cynthia Sanchez snapped back to reality.

That lizard, significantly larger than the average lizardman.

The basic ones were around 1.3 meters, mid-tier about 1.5 meters, but this one was at least 1.7 meters.

Its green scales had even turned black.

"The giant lizard monster? Hey, that's our target!"

Bruce Roberts tightened his grip on his sword and stealthily moved away from the bench.

Although he had expended a lot of energy in the morning.

Both physical strength and abilities could be restored by eating.

It just took a bit longer.

Restoring physical strength was a given!

With his high-intensity combat, even with ample food intake and a rest of four to five hours, he could only recover up to eighty percent.

However, the recovery rate of abilities was decent.

Bruce Roberts calculated that at his current level, he could regain the ability to cast a wind blade in about an hour.

In other words, from ten in the morning until now, Bruce Roberts could use the wind blade five more times.

Glancing at the lizardman, Bruce Roberts took a deep breath and held it.

[Name: Enhanced lizardman.]

[Level: Black Iron High Rank.]

"Die!"

As he neared the lizardman, Bruce Roberts suddenly leaped into the air.

Gripping the handle of his Andúril sword with both hands, he aimed for its head and thrust heavily.

Although lizardmen looked humanoid, they still retained lizard-like characteristics.Their sense of smell is keen, but their vision and hearing are not that great.

When they are crouched on the ground eating, it's hard for them to detect enemies behind them.

Bruce Roberts, with both intent and indifference, thrust the Andúril sword downward.

At the moment the blade of Andúril sword touched the lizard's head, a faint bronze-colored light seemed to flash.

Pluff!

It pierced through effortlessly.

A Black Iron High Rank enhanced lizardman, actually pinned to the ground by Bruce Roberts with a single sword thrust?

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Seeing this scene, Cynthia Sanchez was dumbfounded. It was the first time she had seen Bruce Roberts single-handedly kill a monster.

Who would have thought it would surprise her like this?

Before, when they were descending the stairs together, Bruce Roberts was just following up.

He didn't demonstrate much fighting prowess.

And now...

She knew how strong the defense of the scales on a lizardman's head and back was.

Even with a cleaver, you couldn't just cut it open with one blow.

This lizardman's defense was obviously stronger than the average, yet Bruce Roberts managed to pierce its head with one sword thrust?

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The lizardman writhed in pain, its body twisting uncontrollably, its powerful tail thrashing wildly.

A high-ranked lizardman's body was much larger than an ordinary lizardman's!

Naturally, it possessed greater strength.

In such a situation, if Bruce Roberts were to desperately hold it down, he could certainly kill it.

But that would undoubtedly consume a lot of Bruce Roberts' stamina.

So, to save energy, Bruce Roberts didn't hesitate at all, leaping forward directly!

Evading the lizardman's attacks, he twisted the Andúril sword and pulled it out quickly before swiftly leaving the spot.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Without the restraint of the long sword, the lizardman suddenly stood up, spitting venom.

Its brain attacked, it directly fell into a frenzy.