Cornered, Zu An had no choice but to raise his sword to deal with the incoming attack. Swords weren’t built to collide directly with blunt weapons, and the black lump of a weapon wielded by the attacking zombie seemed to pack quite a punch. So, he chose to use the ‘flick’ form of the Elementary Swordplay in order to redirect the attack to the side.

Despite this, the force of the impact was strong enough to numb his arm. The zombie’s strength was on par with his own, and it had the advantage in terms of the type of weapon as well. While he had managed to hold his ground for the time being, things weren’t looking good for him.

He rolled across the ground to dodge the next few attacks from that zombie. When he turned around and saw the holes left in the ground, he belatedly realized just what kind of weapon the zombie was wielding.

It was actually a hoe!

Now that he thought about it, most of the zombies he’d encountered along the way had wielded wooden bats, carrying poles, choppers, axes, and other such improvised weapons. Only a small number of them wielded swords, sabers or spears, which were more typical weapons.

Why do they look like refugees?

Zu An had noticed earlier that these people wore tattered clothes, and had thought that...