End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455 Striking the Weakness

He and Klay were both looking rough. The nonstop chain of explosions had left them coated in dust- especially since they were fighting an earth–type zombie, which only made the grime worse.

The zombie wasn’t doing much better, though. Despite its stone–hard skin, the relentless assault had co an arm, and its body was pocked with craters and charred scorch marks.

“This thing is unbelievably stubborn.”

Henry gritted his teeth. “At this rate, it’s going to outlast us…”

“We have to hold.”

Klay glanced toward Robin’s position.

Two of them against one Level 6 zombie was already pushing their limits. Robin was fighting one–on–or

Even if they couldn’t finish their zombie quickly, they absolutely could not become a burden on Robin

‘Obviously, I know that.”

Henry took a steadying breath. “I may not be the freak of nature Robin is, but I’m plenty reliable, thank you very much.”

On a battlefield like this, every one of them was the other’s last line of defense. They had to shield each other from every threat at their backs.

Bang!

Ella’s fist collided with the zombie again, and they bounced apart.

‘Damn it.”

Ella panted hard and looked down at her hands. Both fists were raw and bloody, trcrubbing VixiĎA

The zombie wasn’t doing well either. Its chest had caved in under Ella’s relentless barrage

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Its fractured ribs snapped inward, impaling its own torso from the inside oge as black Curso Thund leaked from its liquehed, rotting organs

By any reasonable measure, the zombie had taken far more damage But the prohlins was for curabock felt no pam No matter how badly they were hurt, it didn’t slow them dowit

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“You okay?”

Dane asked, his voice tight with concern

Ella drew a deep breath, tore strips from her clothing, and wrapped boil fists right on ise Whisk deng your mental strength? Can you hold

Chapter 455 Striking the Weakness

Fine

Hours of high–intensity ability use frad left Dane visibly pale, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead

He shook his head. “I can manage.”

Ella still found the energy to complain. “One of these days, I need to get Robin to find me a real weapo Punching things barehanded every single fight is killing my hands.”

Robin had offered Ella the pick of the armory before, but the problem was simple: Ella’s strength was ji too much for any ordinary weapon to handle.

Virtually no standard weapon on the market could scale with her absurd raw output,

A spiked club, which would be a devastating asset for any normal survivor, was practically disposable to Ella. If she unleashed her full power, the weapon would simply snap under the pressure of her own swi before the blow even landed.

So, she’d been stuck using her fists.

“If you’ve still got the energy to complain, you must be fine.”

Dane laughed despite himself.

Before they could say more, the strength–type zombie charged again.

The two of them threw themselves back into the fight.

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