17 One man army....literally

[Level 2 reach! Congrationsu! +10 to all stats]

"Fuck yeah!" Having levelled up. Cristian wielded his sword with on one hand and the halberd with vigour from the newly acquired strength, as he engaged the incoming zombies. Each one of his swings was swift and deadly, bringing about the whistling of the wind as the sword sliced through the air, causing deaths of the zombies one after another before they could even approach him.

Ziiing… Ziiiing...

A large number of blue waves of light flashed around Cristian, As he spams the skill [mana wave], well whenever the cooldown is ready anyways, killing more than tens of them a minute… Facing more than a hundred enemies of the same level at the same time, and even after a large consumption of energy, how the hell could this be a trial? It's basically abuse! This should probably be the last wave, I guess.

Cristian thought as such. His initial ragged breathing had already calmed down after he regulated it. He adjusted his shoulder so he could tighten his hold on his weapons. He then jumped up, sent a [mana wave] below and landed in the centre of the horde, as the fierce battle between a depraves young man and a hundred zombies, thus began.

The zombies now started wielding clubs and metal pipes; even their movement speed was evidently faster than the zombies in the front. They rushed towards the Cristian, 'Thank fucken god they don't possess any long-ranged skills'. Cristian thought as he prevented them from approaching him by slicing and slashing around him, creating a pile of corpses in front of him.

However, the condition for this situation to persist was for him to maintain the frequency of his swings. But with the combination of his increasing energy consumption and an increasing sense of fatigue in his arm, the speed of his swings, and their level of ferociousness, were evidently falling. This also lead to even bigger openings and flaws after his every swing.

Bang bang bang creek...

Finally, the status quo has been broken as Cristians weapon finally couldnt handle the strain it has been put through and snap in half. Cristian took a deep breath as the hand he was using to wield the broken sword and halberd unconsciously tightened. The skill [Weapon Skill Mastery] was able to give him an additional durability on his weapons, but it definitely did not mean it could allow him to ignore it completely. Holding which what is now essentially a stick and a short blade, his hands had already begun to feel numb from all killing.

splurt..

Blood splattered out, and the zombies have finally had a chance to batter him with their weapons.

hahh!!

The nearby zombie was smashed with a single swing of Cristian's stick. He then suddenly flung his right arm and threw the sword in the nearby zombie. Right after, he quickly picked up a 2 clubs under him held it tightly and with a howl similar to the roar of a furious dragon he continued on fighting.

With the swapping of weapons, the numbness in both arms had finally eased up by a little. Although he could not wield the clubs as freely as his previous weapons, the frequency of his swings and the power behind them slightly increased. However, the energy exhausting rate was still present.

Ding...

[Skill 'willpower' obtain]

[willpower- - Being able to use his full power even when his body and mind are infinitely close to collapse, forcefully squeezing it out of his vitality. Increases the current vitality user has by 50% when the user's vitality is under 10%]

"fuck yea," Cristian said under his breath as the zombie keeps swarming together towards him, but were being knocked down as quickly as they come.

~1 hour later

The sounds of fighting continued without rest, while the stench of blood slowly filled the area. Under Cristian's dozens of continuous swings with his weapons, the zombies all turned into a bloody mess on the ground. Looking at the Zombies encircling him which are now down to their 20s from the initial 500s,

Grrrr… Grrrrr...

The 20 something zombies started running together and the ground they ran are filled with the corpse of the once undead. Cristian growled, raised his makeshift weapons and plunged into the crowd of zombies. He charged. He clashed. His club was swung to the left cracking open the skull of an unlucky zombie. And then, his bent metal pipe was swept to the right bludgeoning another skull. Over and over again. The enemies have swept away one after another, and their bodies shattered one after another…

clang...

Bang…

clang… clang….

[Level 5 reach! Congrationsu! +10 to all stats]

With another set of tyrannical brandishing with the makeshift weapons, the wave of zombies was finally over, gaining another 3 levels, which bought him to level 5.

Recognising that the wave was finally over, Cristian kneeled the ground and finally began to pant, as he looked around and found out that he was the only one left standing amongst the pile of corpses, soaking in their blood.

~Christians POV

"Final Fucking Lee, Holy shit! that was by far the most badass thing I've ever done. Kuhahaha! facing an army alone and being the last one standing how awesome am I?...wait...WAIT!? Last one standing!? " I looked around me again and realise that I really am the only one left, and not only that all the corpse on the ground started dissolving into black smoke and gathering around a focal point

"FUCK YOU ROBERT YOU ASS FACE BICH!!! I was the one to use you but I got used again! Better fucking hope I don't survive this Robert!, otherwise, you better start washing that ass and wait for me to hrape it....wait...goddam I can't think under a crippling pressure of life and death." I shouted in rage as the miasma started forming a large silhouette.