Maverick didn’t flinch, his expression calm as the zombie lunged at him with clawed hands outstretched. His speed, already twice that of a peak human or even a normal zombie, gave him a significant advantage. As the creature swiped, he sidestepped fluidly, evading the attack with practiced ease.Without hesitation, he grabbed the zombie by its filthy, matted hair and slammed its head against the concrete wall with a force that shook the foundation.Pop!The sound was sickening, like the shattering of an overripe watermelon. Blood and brain matter exploded outward, splattering the wall in a grotesque display. Maverick didn’t even blink at the mess. He was already scanning his surroundings, his eyes locking onto three more zombies shambling toward him.Two of the undead were horribly disfigured, their flesh partially melted from what appeared to be fire damage. Their skin sagged, revealing blackened muscle and bone beneath, yet they continued to stagger and crawl forward, it was like th

Roarrr!!!Maverick felt as if his head had been struck by lightning as the roar pierced straight into his skull, making him stagger backward. His senses were distorted, and he felt dizzy and disoriented.Sensing this opportunity, the Sabertooth turned into afterimages and appeared before Maverick within the blink of an eye, its claws lifted high as it slammed down toward him with full force.BOOOM!A terrifying force, propelled by unimaginable might, slammed straight into Maverick like a super-fast flying dragon.In just one strike, Maverick felt as though all the bones in his body had turned to powder, his organs felt completely destroyed. His twin axes shattered instantly into multiple shards that scattered everywhere, while his body couldn't resist the impact. He soared backwards through the air like a meteor, flying off the three-story building and crashing straight into another structure nearby.With that attack, the Sabertooth strolled to the edge of the three-story building and

Grabbing the beast core, Maverick didn’t hesitate to absorb it. He knew time was of the essence. In his current weakened state, any beast daring to stride into Sabertooth territory had to be either incredibly powerful or at least on equal footing with the apex predator. If such a creature stumbled upon him in such a frail and vulnerable state, it would snap him in half and devour him in one bite without hesitation.Giving a swift mental command to his biolens, Maverick initiated the absorption process. His eyes fixed on his palm as faint energy began to seep from the beast core, flowing into him. Slowly, the vibrant hues of the core dimmed, its once radiant luster fading entirely. Within seconds, Maverick had drawn out all the energy it held.A chilling sensation coursed through his arm, spreading from his palm to his chest, then directly to his heart, before dispersing into his limbs. The pain in his body dulled, replaced by a cool, soothing comfort. Unable to suppress the reaction,

Hearing her words, Maverick couldn't help but blink twice before saying, “It's not a scratch from a zombie but a mutated beast. You can now put down your gun if that's the reason for your action in the first place. But if it's not, then can you answer my question? Why do you want to kill me? Just curious.”Hearing his words and seeing his nonchalant expression, Judy couldn't help but grit her teeth in absolute hatred, fury blazing through her eyes. Her emotions turned turbulent, as if she was about to do something drastic. But just then, Jennifer walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently muttering something into her ear.“Max will be here any minute now to check on Maverick. Make your decision quickly, but just know, whatever you choose to do, I will stand by you.”“Aww, so sweet,” Maverick muttered expressionlessly.“Shut up,” both Judy and Jennifer said simultaneously as they glared at him with hatred.With the gun in her hands and her eyes on Maverick, time seeme

Within a few minutes, Maverick finished stitching up the wounds covering his battered body, each precise movement restoring a semblance of order to his otherwise chaotic state. His hands moved with a precision that betrayed a level of expertise forged through grim necessity.“Tsk. For the dead Maverick to have this level of skill, he must’ve stitched himself up countless times. Maybe that’s why his wife left him?” Mo Fan muttered to himself, his tone dripping with humorless amusement.Inspecting his injuries, Maverick began calculating his recovery time. For an average human, such extensive wounds—even when stitched—would require at least two months to heal fully, or perhaps a month and a half with exceptional care. But Maverick was far from ordinary. With vitality points that dwarfed most men and a body as resilient as ten combined, his recovery would naturally be far quicker.He estimated that within 24 hours of rest, his injuries would be well on their way to healing. The faint itc