I can do it!

Cui Jian, a minor character who had been all but forgotten, mentioned only once during the battle with Song Zhiyang, was actually quite formidable.

This was evident from his ability to fight Lu Shanshui for a prolonged period without being defeated; he was clearly a powerful Awakened in his own right.

This was the confidence that allowed him to linger in the city even after Song Zhiyang’s death.

He was a man with a spirit for adventure, and it was this very spirit that had allowed him to attain such strength.

Although it had brought him to the brink of death several times, he considered it a necessary price to pay for power.

Evidently, he had succeeded, and he intended to continue down this path.

And so, he had witnessed the secret of the mutated Kapok tree, and he had seen Ren Anhua transform from a mighty fire-type

Awakened into a soft young woman who could only heal others.

Every secret has its value, and sometimes, that value can save your life.

For instance, after being hunted by the monk from his own team and then being gravely wounded by some shirtless, crazed red-haired man who had appeared out of nowhere.

He knew he could use Wobu Zai to find Ren Anhua and have her heal his injuries, thereby escaping death’s clutches.

Ah yes, poor Wobu Zai.

After Cui Jian witnessed Ren Anhua’s healing ability, he had demanded Wobu Zai follow him at all times.

His treatment was much the same as when he was with Song Zhiyang; he had to keep the burn on his chest exposed, and it was best if it never healed.

He had initially followed Cui Jian just to find a strong backer in this perilous city, someone who could help him get back to the base alive.

But after joining him, he realized he would have been better off running on his own.

He had no idea what Cui Jian had done to make the team’s new monk so determined to kill him.

The most crucial point was, if he wanted to kill him, fine, but Cui Jian was a high-level Awakened, a main attacker who used a sword.

Yet he couldn’t even defeat the newcomer monk who served as the team’s healer.

This was the one thing Wobu Zai could not comprehend.

But now, Wobu Zai had to follow him whether he wanted to or not.

Although Cui Jian looked severely injured and on the verge of death, Wobu Zai knew that an Awakened of his level could still kill him with ease, even in such a state.

And since he was Cui Jian’s only hope for survival, he would not be let go so easily.

If he dared to turn and run, his head would be on the ground the very next second.

Would Ren Anhua save Cui Jian?

Of course not.

Why would she save a former enemy?

Although her main conflict had been with Song Zhiyang, as a member of the Red Blade Team, Cui Jian was already on her blacklist.

However, just because she didn’t want to save him didn’t mean she wouldn’t.

This wretched healing ability was a passive effect.

As long as Cui Jian got close to her, she would have no choice but to heal him.

Although Cui Jian didn’t know this, his will to survive was incredibly strong.

Despite Ren Anhua’s rejection, he persisted in moving closer to her.

From his posture, Ren Anhua began to suspect he already knew her healing ability was a passive effect.

And so, the scene became incredibly strange.

On one side were the gravely injured and dying Cui Jian and the terrified Wobu Zai, forced to follow him.

On the other was Ren Anhua, clad in a sukumizu and white stockings under a large hoodie, wielding an absurdly large watermelon knife.

Cui Jian pressed forward; Ren Anhua could only retreat.

Just like that, two grown men, one in front and one behind, cornered a petite young girl inside a store.

The scene looked as if something unspeakable was about to happen.

Right now, Ren Anhua desperately wanted to send him to his eternal rest with a single slash, but she was afraid that not only would her blade fail to kill Cui Jian, it would heal him to full health instead.

And how would Cui Jian treat her after learning the nature of her ability…

Ren Anhua did not dare to consider the positive possibilities.

Cui Jian’s urgency also had its reasons.

He was still being hunted.

He wouldn’t even be surprised if that monk suddenly appeared behind him and killed him with a single palm strike.

And so, Ren Anhua was fortunate enough to witness that very scene.

Cui Jian died.

His chest burst open as if a bomb had detonated inside, and he collapsed right before Ren Anhua’s eyes.

To prevent herself from accidentally healing him, Ren Anhua even took a few small hops backward.

A monk in a clean, simple kasaya revealed himself after Cui Jian fell.

Ren Anhua remembered this man.

He was the monk from the battle against the Red Blade Team, the one who had forced Ashe-wen to stay and defend the RV.

Ren Anhua didn’t know what internal problems the Red Blade Team had, but she could roughly guess.

This monk appeared to be a member of the Red Blade Team, yet he had begun hunting Cui Jian after Song Zhiyang’s death, and had ultimately succeeded.

It was obvious that his reason for joining the team was most likely to bide his time to kill Cui Jian, and Song Zhiyang’s death had given him that opportunity.

Ren Anhua had no interest in their grudges and feuds, and the monk’s quest for revenge had nothing to do with her.

What she cared about now was the attitude of this monk, who had been capable of hunting down and killing Cui Jian, toward her.

From the looks of it, it seemed rather good.

The monk didn’t appear to have any particular designs on her.

“Amitabha. This humble monk has merely come to settle a piece of karma.”

After killing Cui Jian, the monk placed his palms together and stepped to the side, as if the dead man on the floor had nothing to do with him.

Ren Anhua found the “Amitabha” rather humorous.

Monks really did speak differently.

He had clearly just committed an act of vengeful murder, yet he called it settling a piece of karma.

She figured he wasn’t any proper monk.

But then again, no proper monk could have possibly survived this long in the apocalypse.

Cui Jian was dead, but one person was still left standing in the store.

Wobu Zai was someone Ren Anhua had seen around enough to recognize.

He was there when they first entered the city and caused trouble, he was there when the Red Blade Team ambushed them deeper in the urban area, and now that she had lost her fire ability and was on the run alone, he had brought Cui Jian right to her.

Although Ren Anhua still didn’t know what Wobu Zai’s ability was, she felt it would be better if he were dead.

But as she approached him, before she could even throw a punch, she saw the burn wound on his chest begin to rapidly heal, and it gave her a very distinct feedback of healing.

‘This is so f*cking ridiculous. I haven’t even thrown a punch and I’m already healing someone.’

Ren Anhua took two steps back, moving out of the healing range, feeling conflicted.

She had a feeling that even if Wobu Zai just stood there and let her hit him, she might not be able to kill him.

Not only would she exhaust herself, but she might just end up healing all his injuries in the process.

Wouldn’t that be a total loss!

Just as she was wrestling with this dilemma, she heard the monk speak up.

“Patron Ren, when will the cycle of revenge ever end? This humble monk suggests it is better to pull out the weed by its roots.”

The monk gave Ren Anhua a knowing look.

Ren Anhua had no deep understanding of Buddhist scriptures, but she felt that probably wasn’t the correct way to use the phrase “when will the cycle of revenge ever end.”

As expected of a monk who could use “Amitabha” and “settling karma” in the same breath; his way of thinking was certainly unconventional.

But the monk wasn’t wrong.

In this apocalypse, any enemy you spared could become the cause of your death later on.

Although this Wobu Zai fellow seemed completely useless, who could say what might happen if she let him go?

Even though she couldn’t control her healing effect, there had to be a limit to it, right?

As long as her damage output exceeded her healing output, she should theoretically be able to kill Wobu Zai.

Having figured this out, Ren Anhua no longer cared about the healing overflow.

She dragged Wobu Zai to a corner of the store, preparing to find a better posture for dealing damage.

Using energy flow to enhance the body for combat was a very basic technique for Awakened.

But just as there was a world of difference between an ordinary person and a boxer using their arms to attack, the disparity in the intensity of energy flow and its control among different Awakened was also enormous.

And Ren Anhua was clearly a heavyweight boxer among them, while Wobu Zai was just an ordinary person.

Although Ren Anhua’s body now contained only a gentle healing ability, she could still completely crush Wobu Zai in terms of physical strength.

Wobu Zai’s hatred for the monk was beyond words.

Today was probably the day his sanity had shattered the most times.

Ren Anhua’s attitude had clearly been hesitant; it wasn’t impossible that she might have spared him in the end, but the monk’s single sentence had sealed his fate.

The enhancement from a Level Four Awakened’s energy flow gave Ren Anhua immense power.

A few punches later, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

It was as if cannonballs were smashing into Wobu Zai, not fists.

But in the next instant, Wobu Zai’s body was completely unscathed.

Not only that, but the burn on his chest had also been healed.

Wobu Zai was astounded.

It was as if those terrifying punches had never happened, but his torn clothes proved that what had just occurred was no illusion.
Wobu Zai touched the places where he had been hit.

There wasn’t a single scar.

It felt utterly bizarre.

It seemed that after a few punches, his condition was even better than before.

Ren Anhua watched Wobu Zai’s actions, her mind troubled by her ability.

Seeing him through her own biased lens, the message she received was entirely different.

In her eyes, Wobu Zai seemed to be saying, ‘Is that all you got, little bro? Are you even trying? How come there isn’t a single scratch?’

And so, with Wobu Zai in a state of complete confusion, Ren Anhua was provoked.

She once again raised her cute little fists to pound on Wobu Zai’s chest, and for a moment, blood rained down inside the store.

You have to understand, even with healing, pain was still pain.

Wobu Zai’s tragic screams filled the silent night.

Fortunately, there were few zombies in this area, otherwise they might have been in danger of being surrounded by a horde.

Wobu Zai had never met such a cruel person.

It would have been fine if she just killed him directly, but she insisted on not letting him die.

Every strike could have killed him instantly, yet in the very next moment, his wounds would be completely healed, just so she could land the next punch.

Wobu Zai had harbored doubts about Ren Anhua’s identity, but now, those doubts had completely vanished.

She was indeed that cruel man, Ren Anhua.

Of course, that was not what Ren Anhua was thinking.

She wished she could just instantly kill this small fry in front of her.

With every fist she threw, the fire in her heart burned hotter.

Thinking of her original fire ability only fueled her rage.

If she were still the old Ren Anhua, why would she have to spend so long beating on a mere lackey?

In her eyes, every extra second Wobu Zai lived was an insult to her.

Inside the store, bits of flesh and limbs flew in unison, while fresh blood and organs danced together.

Arms, livers, eyes, teeth, and even half a head.

Ren Anhua was beating him and healing him at the same time.

There was probably enough stuff scattered on the floor to piece together two or three more Wobu Zais.

At first, Ren Anhua used her fists, then she switched to hacking wildly with the watermelon knife, and then she picked up a sofa from the store and smashed it down with force.

But no matter what she did, she just couldn’t kill Wobu Zai.

From his performance so far, the monk was not exactly a qualified man of virtue, but even he seemed unable to bear the cruelty of the scene before him.

He could see it now.

Ren Anhua hadn’t intended to spare Wobu Zai out of kindness; it was purely because her ability made it impossible for her to kill anyone.

“Patron Ren, you should stop hitting him. You can’t kill a person like this. Let this humble monk…”

“You, shut your mouth!”

Ren Anhua whipped her head around to glare at the monk, her tone extremely agitated.

“Don’t you f*cking dare! I can do this!”

Seeing Ren Anhua trapped in a state of extreme obsession, a trace of despair flashed through Wobu Zai’s eyes.