Post-apocalyptic World: Stockpile Ten Billion Supplies at the Beginning - Chapter 92

After reaching the fourth level, physically strengthened  ability user could use their internal superpower to temper their bodies. There were two directions to choose from: defense-oriented or strength-oriented. Each person’s physique and the effectiveness of consuming superpower for tempering were different.

For instance, Su Dazhu had achieved remarkable progress in defense but not much in strength. He could withstand spells from elemental ability users of the same level. Such defense-oriented individuals were suitable for standing in the front lines when facing higher-level zombies, as there was no room for tricks, only brute force.

On the other hand, Xia Haoran was an extreme example of strength-oriented individuals. His strength had increased dramatically, with most of his power concentrated in his fists, earning him the title of “Invincible Iron Fist.” His fists had taught countless people a lesson, never experiencing defeat.

Xia Haoran’s growth rate was no slower than other king-level supernaturals, showing that he possessed king-level potential. Unfortunately, in the previous life, he had died prematurely, during a mob attack. Furthermore, before the apocalypse, Xia Haoran had been the national champion in martial arts and had outstanding martial skills.

For a person of this caliber, Chen Luo naturally had a strong impression.

At this moment, Xia Haoran earnestly requested, “Dragon Bro, can you give me the chicken you caught?”

Last night, Xia Haoran had overheard his mother, tormented by illness, mumbling about wanting chicken soup in her dreams. Xia Haoran’s mother was a sensible person. How could she trouble Xia Haoran and express her desire for chicken soup? It was obvious that she was trying not to burden her son. However, Xia Haoran accidentally heard her mumbling in her sleep.

With his mother’s condition deteriorating, Xia Haoran was determined to fulfill her final wish at all costs.

Upon hearing that “Dragon Bro” in front of him had captured a live chicken that escaped from the market, Xia Haoran followed him all the way, seeking his help.

Dragon Bro was momentarily stunned. Was he asking for his precious mother hen? This was a chicken that could lay an egg every day, a priceless treasure. Dragon Bro couldn’t even bear to eat it and had plans to keep it for its egg-laying abilities.

He thought, “You dare to ask me for it? Who do you think you are?”

Although Dragon Bro felt irritated, he didn’t show it on his face and simply shook his head, “I’m sorry, my friend, but I can’t agree to that.”

Dragon Bro spoke politely, but the people behind him were not as courteous.

“He’s quite the schemer, isn’t he? Asking for Dragon Bro’s chicken, making it sound nice. He even mentioned selling his life to Dragon Bro. Is he planning on living off Dragon Bro for a lifetime?”

“Damn, this guy has some nerve. Does he want Dragon Bro to arrange his wedding night too?”

“Who is this guy? He looks like Xia Haoran, the champion of kickboxing.”

“Somebody recognized Xia Haoran.”

“Tch, what’s the use? A shock from me, and he won’t be a problem anymore.”

Xia Haoran clenched his fists, ready to subdue Dragon Bro and force him to cooperate. As long as there was a way, he couldn’t let his mother pass away with regrets.

Just then, Chen Luo rolled down the car window and interjected, “I have chicken here, and I have a great chef. I can meet your request. You want to sell your life to me, right?”

Xia Haoran was taken aback and replied, “Yes, as long as there’s a proper bowl of chicken soup, I’ll sell my life to you.”

Chen Luo smiled and said, “Deal, I’ll take that offer.”

Exchanging a bowl of chicken soup for a top-notch expert? Such a deal was worth it, even if the heavens struck with thunder.

Mi Ling watched this with some suspicion. This wasn’t Chen Luo’s usual character. Normally, when faced with someone begging, he would either chase them away or not pay attention to them.

Could it be that Chen Luo was moved by this person’s filial piety? It seemed that sometimes, your heart could be quite kind.

Chen Luo turned and said, “Da Zhu, Mi Li, the three of you switch to another car. I’ll go with Xia Haoran to take a look.”

Chen Luo planned to bring Xia Haoran and his mother directly to the base.

The three of them nodded and got into another car.

Chen Luo said, “Xia Haoran, right? Get in the car. We’ll bring your mother to my place.”

Xia Haoran could tell that the young man in front of him held a high position among these people. He shouldn’t be playing such jokes.

If it turned out to be a prank, he could always come back and find this Dragon Bro later.

Xia Haoran nodded, and Chen Luo’s two subordinates loaded his motorcycle onto the car.

Dragon Bro wanted to say something. He had initially planned to spend about a week slowly wearing down the zombies in the market, but he hadn’t expected Chen Luo to beat him to it.

In such a short time, he hadn’t just worn them down; he had completely eliminated them. This level of power was terrifying.

Dragon Bro wanted to ask Chen Luo how he had achieved this and what resources he had obtained, hoping for a possible exchange.

However, Chen Luo interrupted him, saying, “Don’t make me say it a third time. Move aside.”

Chen Luo’s tone was calm, and he didn’t raise his voice, but Dragon Bro could sense that if he didn’t move aside now, Chen Luo might take more drastic measures.

At the same time, Chen Luo’s team members stared at Dragon Bro and his group with unfriendly eyes.

Joking aside, with such a formidable leader, why would he fear trouble? Dragon Bro smiled and said, “No need to get upset. I’m moving.”

Dragon Bro waved his hand and quickly stepped aside, taking the lead in making way. He was quite a smart person.

Chen Luo said, “Wait for me on this road. I’ll be back in a moment.”

With so many vehicles and numerous obstacles on the alternative route, they were better off returning first. Chen Luo was also concerned about their safety.

Chen Luo had come from the east, while Xia Haoran’s temporary residence was to the south.

Xia Haoran said, “It’s nearby, not far, just a few hundred meters.”

The nearby zombies had already been cleared, and the few that remained were dealt with cleanly by Xia Haoran. He used a fireball to pass close to his head, but he remained unfazed. He swiftly and cleanly dispatched three zombies, hitting their vital points.

The zombies didn’t even touch Xia Haoran’s clothes.

This was some impressive skill.

Chen Luo estimated that when their levels were similar and without any powerful abilities, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Xia Haoran in a direct confrontation, unless he used Void Walking.

Although Chen Luo had experienced more battles than Xia Haoran, his combat skills were indeed not as good as Xia Haoran’s. In his past life, Chen Luo avoided battles whenever possible, and if he couldn’t defeat his opponent covertly, he wouldn’t engage in a direct confrontation. Fighting head-on was just too dangerous.

Why take unnecessary risks in a direct confrontation when you could knock your opponent out from behind? Now, he relied solely on overwhelming power to crush his enemies. So, I really don’t know much about combat skills. Don’t overestimate me. What’s the use of being powerful? I’ll still be the one to survive in the end.

They entered an old residential area and stopped in front of a building. Xia Haoran said, “Wait here for a moment, big brother.”

In less than two minutes, Xia Haoran came back down carrying a woman in her fifties who looked much older, maybe around sixty. She appeared frail. Xia Haoran’s mother struggled to open her eyes.

Once inside the car, Xia Haoran whispered, “Cancer, late stage.”

Chen Luo understood. There was no hope for her unless Mi Li had already reached the seventh level. Current medical treatments could only address some external injuries; they hadn’t advanced to the point of curing terminal illnesses.