My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 929

Chapter 929: Chapter 929 Does Taunting A Zombie Would Work?

And even with their seamless coordination, Duke and Kisha still couldn’t pin the mutated zombie down. Kisha even had to divide her focus, not only keeping it from escaping, but also staying wary of a possible ambush lurking nearby. The strain on her mind and body was mounting with every second.

Duke, meanwhile, poured both his spiritual energy and Aura into relentless barrages of attacks. His aim was precise, yet the mutated zombie’s speed and instincts let it slip past every strike. All Duke could do was unleash a storm of ’Ice Spears’ and ’Fireballs’, hoping that sheer volume might land a decisive hit.

"Wifey! Leave the rear to me!" Duke shouted as he unleashed another barrage of attacks on the mutated zombie, giving Kisha some breathing room. Her mental capacity was being pushed to its limits as she split her consciousness across multiple fronts to cover a wider area.

But in her focus, she had overlooked one critical detail: when she broke away from the battlefield to chase the mutated zombie, her skill ’One Man Team’ had deactivated. The tenfold boost to her strength had vanished, leaving her back at her normal state.

Though her situation was no less dangerous, the skill only activated when she was outnumbered. Now, she no longer had that advantage.

Fortunately, even without her stat-boosting skill, Kisha still had her aura, and she had already leveled up.

"Alright! I’ll leave it to you!" she shouted back to Duke.

With a sweep of her telekinesis, she hurled an abandoned car from the roadside straight at the mutated zombie. They couldn’t afford to let it escape now. One after another, six abandoned cars floated into the air around her, suspended in her mental grip before being launched like massive projectiles.

The mutated zombie’s growls and roars faded into the distance, a clear sign that she and Duke had already pushed far beyond the shelter’s range. But as they pressed the chase, a horde of zombies suddenly spilled from a nearby building, flooding the street in an unending tide to cut them off.

It seemed the mutated zombie, denied the chance to retreat into hiding, had unleashed its army instead, using them as both a shield and a distraction. If it managed to vanish into the crowd, tracking it again would be nearly impossible.

"I’m not letting you flee," Kisha murmured, her eyes narrowing as the six abandoned cars she controlled swung violently through the air. She swept them across the street like colossal hammers, smashing zombies aside before slamming them into the walls. Duke instinctively sidestepped, careful not to get caught in the devastating arcs of her wide-range attack.

After several sweeps, the vehicles were battered and twisted, their metal frames drenched in black zombie blood. One car even had a severed hand dangling grotesquely from its bumper. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Eck!" Kisha wrinkled her nose in disgust, tossing the mangled wreck aside. She quickly drew in another set of cars with her telekinesis, this time layering them with a thin coating of her Aura. The effect was immediate; the makeshift weapons became sturdier, sharper, and far deadlier.

As she unleashed the next sweeping strike, the cars carved through the horde with brutal force. A powerful gust of wind burst out from the sheer momentum, sending zombies flying before they were crushed against the walls. Limbs snapped, torsos flattened—some legs and feet remained planted where the zombies had once stood, grotesque reminders of the carnage.

Kisha let out a low whistle, impressed by how much more destructive her attack had become with just the slightest infusion of Aura. She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Duke.

He was already watching her. A moment ago, he’d said he would cover the rear, clearly intending for Kisha to ease up and let him handle the heavy work. Yet one sweeping strike from her had pushed him to the sidelines, leaving him with nothing to do but watch as she tore through the horde on her own.

For some reason, that stung. Duke gritted his teeth, frustration burning in his chest. He refused to just stand there looking all useless. Shifting his stance, he charged forward to engage the mutated zombie directly, keeping its attention locked on him.

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