What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH79

Chapter 79: On the Road

The view across the sector was massive, almost entirely dominated by open training grounds engineered for high-tier ability users. Heavy division flags whipped and snapped violently against the structural poles under the pressure of the rising wind.

Ling Lang and Gu He, both decked out in matte-black training uniforms, marched toward the central combat arena one after the other.

As he walked, Ling Lang methodically wrapped thick canvas linen around his knuckles, tightening the bounds circle after circle, before catching the slack with his teeth to wrench the knot secure.

Under the heavy, gray light of the storm clouds, his sharp features looked exceptionally striking and dominant, radiating a distinctly reckless, unpolished edge.

Gu He shed his uniform coat and began running brief calibration stretches to warm his muscle groups. A crowd of local ability users rapidly clustered around the perimeter to monitor the grid. Gu He offered them a gentle, perfectly polished explanation. “A simple friendly exchange, gentlemen! Captain Ling Lang and my line crossed paths late in the shift, and it presents a rare milestone to synchronize our close-quarters combat data.”

Turning his torso back toward his opponent, he offered a smooth smile. “I intercept reports that Captain Ling Lang commands a dual-element core. A certified genius who successfully drove a bloody path flanking the Chief Judge just five rotations ago. I expect your knuckles to preserve a safe tolerance margin for my personnel.”

Ling Lang’s tone turned entirely careless. “The administrative log records this as a spar, but my motor units lack a function to automatically terminate a sequence mid-strike. Out on the frontier, a zombie never pauses its script simply because the target’s compliance drops. Do your memory cells know what this specific sector is designated?”

“Is it not merely a standard training grid?”

“This marks the supreme combat arena of the base, explicitly reserved for life-or-death tactical drills for core ability users.” Ling Lang violently slammed his boot against the concrete floor boards. “Countless vanguard assets have spilled their blood and nearly hit total vital deletion on these exact stones. What institutional right does your rank possess to demand a timeout flag? The exact millisecond your boots cross that perimeter boundary, your system must drive maximum kinetic output, fist to fist. Elemental powers are strictly locked out of the matrix.”

The surrounding ability users immediately unleashed a wave of rough agreement.

“Major General, how many winters has your column spent locked inside an office? Have your files completely lost the core rules of this arena? Hahaha!”

“Once a frame occupies this platform, the data simulates unvarnished field combat. Our division has trained generation after generation of vanguard scouts on these stones, and our instructors have never released a directive like ‘pause the strike’ or ‘show mercy’!”

The final syllable had barely cleared the acoustic space when Ling Lang initialized his assault.

His lead fist cut through the air with the velocity of a sudden gale, driving straight toward Gu He’s jaw.

Although Gu He’s defensive algorithms were fully online and his kinetic reaction loop was highly advanced, the raw momentum of the blow still violently forced his boots back several paces across the arena.

He was undeniably a top-tier ability user who had cleared the highest training protocols in the capital. But with his elemental core locked down by the arena rules, his raw physical output was severely limited.

As the sequence advanced through several rapid exchanges, Gu He successfully adapted to Ling Lang’s aggressive rhythm. Raising his forearms to concentrate his physical leverage, he drove his fist forward to collide head-on with Ling Lang’s oncoming strike.

The immediate kinetic impact sent a dull vibration through the air.

Gu He smoothly retracted his hand, thoroughly masking the heavy throb in his knuckles as he stabilized his stance, keeping a perfectly calm smile fixed on his face. “It appears Captain Ling Lang preserved an structural safety margin after all. My frame successfully absorbed the full velocity of that punch. Your prolonged campaigns out in the dead zones have undeniably reinforced your physical baseline, Captain. But the assets guarding the core base aren’t entirely soft targets either.”

Ling Lang idly shook out his knuckles, his expression completely unbothered. “This platform doesn’t simulate those private luxury gyms your rank utilized back in the capital, where instructors calibrate the physics to protect your ego. Inside my database, there is only one specific individual who commands the right to receive my absolute maximum output.”

His knuckles had only deployed seventy percent of their available kinetic force during that initial run. Yet this office general was already initializing a celebratory algorithm.

The corners of his lips pulled into a wanton, dangerous smile.

“Ah, my memory units almost failed to notify your station—your current opponent isn’t logged under my registry.”

Gu He’s expression froze. “Are your units declining the spar?”

Ling Lang barked over his shoulder toward the edge of the arena, “Brother, your entrance vector is clear.”

Gu He turned his torso around, his movements turning distinctly rigid.

Duan Xiaolin stood exactly ten meters away, his towering frame perfectly straight, his entire presence anchored in absolute, freezing composure.

He was dressed in a dark, flawless suit, the low-profile obsidian buttons catching the dim light to throw off a cold, metallic gleam.

His features remained entirely devoid of human emotion. The supreme, terrifying majesty of the High Chief Judge was deeply woven into the very marrow of his bones.

He projected the exact aura of an executioner stepping out from a subterranean black site. A single, level glance from his green eyes shot a violent, suffocating chill straight down the spines of the watching ability users, instantly triggering their psychological interrogation responses.

Gu He remained silent for several consecutive seconds, his breath catching.

“Chief Judge… this private tracking file carries zero correlation to your administrative desk.” He still fundamentally rejected the probability that an institutional tyrant of this magnitude could maintain an alignment with a civilian like Pei Xiqing. He calculated his singular threat signature was Ling Lang—a common vanguard captain commanding zero political backing.

Hearing the statement, the tall figure calmly closed the distance. Reaching up with long fingers, he slid his silver-wire glasses from his face, handing the lenses alongside his heavy wool coat to the subordinate anchoring his shadow before releasing a syllable. “The file correlates perfectly.”

Gu He’s strategic calculations completely short-circuited.

He was thoroughly briefed on the Chief Judge’s institutional reputation. Every high-tier delegation at global headquarters held the historical logs. The man preserved a absolute void regarding female assets in his life. If a woman possessed the absolute audacity to breach his physical perimeter, even if she traced her lineage straight to the Sovereign Marshal’s bloodline, his office would execute a severe disciplinary penalty against her station without blinking a single eye.

Gu He let out a dry, strained laugh. “What precise data does your mouth mean to convey?”

Even at this milestone, his ego desperately clawed to preserve his baseline calculations.

Duan Xiaolin calmly rolled his sleeves back over his forearms, his long fingers clicking a silver lighter to ignite a cigarette. The heavy wind caught the ember, scattering the gray smoke across the arena to unmask his sharp, lethally dangerous eyes stripped of their glass barriers.

“Exactly what the syllables imply.”

The precise microsecond their gazes locked, the atmospheric pressure across the entire training field completely stagnated.

Gu He stared at his profile for a prolonged interval, his cognitive units slowly processing the lethal gravity of the situation.

“Your board implies…”

Duan Xiaolin’s brow was carved from pure ice, a sudden, invisible mountain of crushing psychological oppression violently dropping straight onto Gu He’s shoulders. His level voice sliced through the wind. “Major General, does your memory retain the capacity to repeat the exact narrative your vocal receptors released inside the conference hall?”

Gu He subconsciously swallowed a thick knot of nervous tension.

“Your registry claims the two of you intersected on a heavily clouded, foggy day?” the administrator asked slowly, his voice a smooth, freezing cadence. “Detail the exact actions your column executed. Her system leaned into your physical frame… and what protocol finalized next?”

Gu He’s lifetime of elite training and his supreme status as a Major General of the capital command forced his knees to hold the line, preventing his physical form from executing a total panic response. He gritted his teeth, nodding stubbornly. “Affirmative. The weather matrix was entirely gray, and the fog completely saturated the forest loops. Navigating the sector without losing the tracking markers is an impossible calculation. Her biology was on the verge of hitting the ground, and my arms caught her frame—”

“The atmospheric parameters are thoroughly broken tonight. The layout is identical.”

The administrator ruthlessly cut his transmission short.

Gu He raised his head.

A massive, choking blanket of gray fog was currently pooling directly over the central arena. He entirely failed to decode what tactical meaning Duan Xiaolin’s words intended to convey.

The exact next millisecond, a bone-chilling, level whisper cut straight through the acoustic space near his ear.

“The conditions are flawless. My own hands shall personally escort the Major General on his final transit.”

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