"He actually managed to break through and become a Flying Zombie at the clutch moment?" Up on the Jinling VIP platform, Quentin Qin shot to his feet, face full of disbelief. Meanwhile, on the Jiangdong side, Serena Yan was busy dragging Ryan Ling off to their usual hidden restroom, whispering with a sly grin, "The others are counting money like mad, but only I remember to help you blow off steam before the big match."
Both the North Hubei and Xiangxi Highlands Teams were supposed to be my backup dancers—guys I recruited to clear the way. I never thought they’d actually take out Ling Feng, but at least they could've paved the road. Now? Turns out the Jiangdong Team isn’t just strong because of Ling Feng—every single member is a total monster. Ryan Ling was still half-bemused as Serena tugged him out of sight, thinking, 'Guess stress relief really is a team sport.'
A Flying Zombie is basically the zombie equivalent of a Profound-Tier Void Realm boss—flies, shrugs off fire and water, sunlight? Please, that’s nothing. Top-tier, and normal fighters? They’d get flattened. Inside the hidden restroom, Serena was already getting handsy, her eyes wicked: "Quick, before you get called to the ring!"
The whole Xiangxi Highlands Team just froze. They’d spent ages cooking up that attack, and everyone thought it was a guaranteed kill—especially since it was tailor-made for zombies. Who could've guessed they'd end up helping him level up instead? Meanwhile, back at Jinling’s suite, the team’s young masters were also scrambling to find women—Fiona Shangguan, usually so prim, was left clutching a cucumber and sighing at her fate.
Just then, the bone wings under Frank Qin’s ribs finally finished growing. Each wing stretched a full three or four meters—straight-up superhero mode. The whole stadium lost its mind, and a swarm of mature women started screaming like they were at a boy band concert. In the Jinling Team’s suite, the butler nervously presented a lineup of art-department beauties to Quentin Qin, hoping to help him vent his fiery qi.
"Zombie bro, I love you—like a mouse loves cheese! If that Five-Venoms Woman doesn’t want you, I’ll marry you!" The girls were all stunning, their shy glances making even the most stoic man want to go wild.
"Me too! Just marry me already—I’ve never seen a zombie this hot. You’re literally my dream oppa!" But Quentin Qin didn’t even look at the girls, not even when a few started crying and tearing at their clothes.
"Aren’t you into older women? My sister and I are both in our thirties—super experienced. If you’re into it, we’ll both marry you together!" The butler, sweating, offered to bring a new batch, explaining, "Young Master, you need to vent and stabilize your breakthrough. It’s a triple win!"
...... Quentin Qin cut him off with a meme-worthy roar: "I’m not satisfied! Go find me a batch of pretty boys—the fairer, the whiter, the more tender the better!" The butler was so shocked he nearly dropped his phone.
In the blink of an eye, mature women all over the stadium were screaming their heads off—looks like every last one of them had fallen for macho Frank Qin. Quentin Qin shouted, "Ten pretty boys! Now!" and the butler scrambled, panic written all over his face.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Mabel Miao was feeling a bit down—maybe she shouldn’t have shot Frank Qin down so harshly earlier. She was the closest to him, and now, with his new masculine aura, smooth skin, and not a single zombie wrinkle left, he looked so good he could put any pretty boy to shame. Even Mabel found herself blushing.
"Old Qin, what are you waiting for? Kill!" On the Jiangdong side, Ryan Ling yelled out, totally pumped. Frank Qin moved like he’d just received a royal decree, charging straight at the seven Xiangxi fighters with his new, supermodel zombie body.
Compared to Anqi Chen’s earlier ambiguous showmanship, Frank Qin was now pure brute force—masculine, wild, and absolutely unstoppable. The butler, meanwhile, was still in the Jinling suite, wondering if Young Master Quentin Qin had been driven mad by Jiangdong’s performance.
"Die!" Frank Qin roared, swinging a massive palm—two Xiangxi fighters at the front coughed up blood and were sent flying, their venom beasts scattering all over the stage. The butler nervously wondered if Quentin Qin’s crazy breakthrough had made him go off the rails... or maybe Fiona Shangguan’s cold shoulder had flipped his switch?
"Damn you for hitting our hubby—stomp them! Stomp them!" Instantly, a mob of middle-aged women rushed the stage and started stomping the two Xiangxi fighters into the ground. Not even the judges dared intervene. The butler, sweating bullets, reluctantly brought in a fresh batch of handsome men for Quentin Qin.
Those two poor guys survived Frank Qin’s attack, but got stomped to death by a horde of aunties! Over in the Jinling suite, Quentin Qin pounced on the pretty boys, and screams echoed out like a horror movie marathon.
The five remaining fighters on the stage were so scared their faces turned green.
"Hold steady, everyone! I’ve got the ancestor-blessed Zombie-Subduing Eight-Trigram Mirror—I’ll finish him! You all, get your Money Swords ready—kill!" One guy tried to rally the troops, swallowing hard and whipping out the mirror. The second its light hit Frank Qin’s face—crack! It shattered instantly.
"Damn, can’t you give us a break?" The guy was totally dumbfounded. The other four trembled as they drew their Money Swords—before they could even stab, bang! The swords shattered, clean and complete.
"This isn’t just some regular zombie—he’s basically a fighter jet among zombies!"