1193 Army and 'Green Light Flash'

"Group of 50 zombies in front!"

"Leave them to me, I got this!"

A couple of seconds after a female voice followed by the confident voice of a male echoed under the perhaps too hot sun, sounds of grunting accompanied by sharp cuts and things thumping on the ground resounded in the western area of the once prestigious Beijing University.

'Bai Zemin' moved swiftly like an unnatural gale, weaving in and out of the group of zombies with masterful ease. 

The iron rod in his hands had been sharpened to the maximum extent possible on the sides while the part he was clinging to had a black rubber band serving as a hilt. 

While the sharpness of the iron rod could not compare to that of a proper sword, it was more than enough to cut through the skins and flesh of the zombies when the strength and powerful cutting speed of 'Bai Zemin' was added to the equation.