Declaration of War!

At this moment, in the zombie fighting arena.

More than half a day had passed, and many of the contestants had already started cursing Maxwell.

Their zombies had been defeated by Sacha.

"Look! What is that? Someone finally can't stand his arrogance anymore! They've sent that big guy to compete!"

The contestants with zombies still waiting backstage were delighted at this development.

However, their joy was short-lived as their faces fell again.

The big guy didn't last long and was quickly defeated.

Sacha had clearly become an invincible synonym in this fighting arena.

"What should we do? This zombie is too powerful, we can't find any other zombie that can match it!"

The arena management was somewhat overwhelmed and quickly sought further instructions.

"If a Tier 2 zombie can't beat him, bring in a Tier 3. With all the protective barriers, he won't be able to tell whether it's a Tier 2 or a Tier 3 zombie, right? After it's over, just replace it with a similar Tier 2. This arena is still under our control, why should he get to be so arrogant! Let's dampen his spirit!"

The higher-ups commanded.

"Brilliant, my lord!"

Just as the manager was about to leave, he was stopped by the authority above, "Hold on, wait a bit longer, keep an eye on it. If in another half an hour, there still isn't a zombie that can match him, just declare him the winner."

"Ah, yes!"

The manager was slightly stunned but quickly snapped back to reality and hurriedly agreed.

Although he complied, he still didn't understand what had caused such a rapid change in the attitude of the high-level figure.

"You do know the times."

After the door was shut, in one of the private boxes of the arena, a woman with a laid-back demeanor leaned back on the sofa chair and chuckled softly.

Her gray-black eyes shimmered, cold and sharp, with the brilliance of a sage and the intense murderous intent of a predator, as if she had already seen through everything.

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"This is just too much! Aren't they giving us any chance at all?"

"Exactly! My zombie just got up there and was killed instantly! Is there no sense of fairness anymore?"

In the fighting arena, the contestants were all complaining.

"Shut up, don't you guys know your own strength? Even without him, you couldn't have won! You talk as if you could have done something without him!"

"It's clear your zombies are too weak, don't blame others for being strong! And actually, I quite enjoy watching them fight. This zombie is really impressive, and even looks pretty good! The more I watch, the more I like it, I'm almost in love with it!"

"Idiot!"

Most of the arena was filled with spectators, whose views were naturally different from those of the contestants.

A fighter like Sacha, undefeated and dominant, swiftly dispatching enemies, was a thrilling sight for the audience!

They hadn't seen such a delightful match in a long time!

The audience erupted with tremendous enthusiasm for what was happening in the arena. Whenever Sacha secured a victory, they would respond with waves of roaring cheers, the massive waves of cheers stacking up and spreading outside.

This drew the attention of passersby, who were extremely curious and wanted to know what was happening inside.

At that moment, Norris and Barclay also arrived near the fighting arena.

"Is this the famous zombie fighting arena of Tampa city?"

Norris glanced at the arena in front of him, slightly taken aback.

Barclay, wearing sunglasses, also took off his large sunglasses. Beneath them, his eyes slowly opened, revealing completely black eyes that filled the entire eye socket, showing no white at all, or perhaps that blackness was just a massive pupil, making him look extremely frightening.

His eyes, which looked completely unlike those of the underground zombies, explained why he wore sunglasses.

Barclay lifted his head, looked around slowly, and then calmly put his sunglasses back on.

"The fighting arena in Tampa city, it used to belong to her, right?"

Norris thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, it's actually still hers, but she doesn't manage it anymore. She doesn't care about such small earnings!"

"That's good then. The person we're looking for is currently in the arena. Let's go inside and find him. This is as far as I can help you."

Barclay's voice grew hoarser, making him sound even older.

"Inside here?"

Norris squinted his eyes.

Barclay nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for the effort, please wait outside for a bit. I'll be right back."

Norris bowed respectfully to him, then straightened up and walked towards the arena's entrance.

The sounds of cheers like a tsunami filled his ears.

Norris ignored them, seemingly out of sync with the environment, methodically removing a weapon from behind his back.

He unwrapped the bag around the weapon, taking out what was inside.

It was a stick.

Norris held it in his hand, gave it a shake, and with a "click," the stick instantly transformed into a spear.

He held the spear, with electricity coursing over its surface, making it look quite intimidating.

People around him saw his stance and quickly jumped away, keeping their distance.

In this post-apocalyptic world, curiosity could easily drag them into inexplicable troubles, and they might die without even knowing why.

Norris took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then, with a "snap," a pair of wings unfolded from his back.

Norris had wings!

But, he rarely used them.

Today, he was set to personally confront the individual who had killed his brother. This Evolver was likely already above Tier 6, so he needed a foolproof plan and all his strength to publicly execute the murderer, letting everyone witness how Norris, in an invincible manner, avenged his brother and solidified the might of the Thunderclap family.

"Barclay, I'm going in."

Norris snorted coldly, his feet touched the ground, and with a slight flap of his wings behind him, he soared over the high walls of the fighting arena, soon appearing above it.

"Thunderclap!"

A booming sound of thunder erupted, strikingly out of place in the clear sky, quickly drawing the attention of those in the arena.

They all looked up, their gazes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"What's happening?"

"Why is there thunder?"

"Look, what is that?"

"There's someone in the sky!"

"Holy shit!"

Some observant spectators in the zombie fighting arena spotted Norris hovering in the air and exclaimed in shock.

In the meantime, Norris pointed his spear toward the sky, the tip flickering with blue and white electrical arcs, emitting the sound of thunder.

This spear undoubtedly contained a vast amount of thunderous power.

"Who is that?"

"He looks terrifying!"

People started to talk among themselves.