In Zhang Fan's right hand, he held a black card - identity card.

Just now, he seemed to be attacking with his fists, but in fact, there was an identity card hidden between his fingers.

The badge looks inconspicuous, but it's actually made of metal.

Since he now had a strength of 500 kilograms, the punch cut the clone's right palm in half.

Zhang Fan struck a blow and never gave the clone the slightest respite.

He specifically attacked the clone's right hand, forcing the clone to fight with his right hand.

The clones are in a dilemma at this point.

If you don't use your right hand, it's equivalent to missing an arm, so naturally it's not Zhang Fan's opponent.

With his right hand, it will instantly become his weakness.

In this way, in less than five minutes, Zhang Fan has completely gained the upper hand.

At one point, he saw an opportunity and reached out with his left hand, grabbing the clone's bloody right hand.

"Ahh

The screams of the clones killing pigs echoed through the empty passages.

Under the severe pain, he tried his best and punched Zhang Fan in the chest.

Zhang Fan was waiting for this move.

Between his right fingers, he once again grabbed the ID card and slammed it towards the clone's fist.

Bang –

"Ahh

The screams of killing pigs sounded again.

The clone fell to the ground in pain.

His left hand was also cut in half, and blood poured into it.

Zhang Fan firmly implemented the spirit of "taking advantage of your illness to kill you", pounced, and his fist blasted towards the clone like a storm.

In the fingers of his right fist, he still holds the identity card.

The clone's body and face were pierced with countless wounds from the identity card.

Finally, the clone couldn't resist it.

Whoop –

The card slashed across the clone's throat.

A streak of blood appeared on his neck.

He hurriedly grabbed his neck with his broken hands, and his eyes widened in horror.

Poof-

Blood spurted from his fingers like a fountain.

And accompanied by a "squeak" sound.

sprayed Zhang Fan's body and face.

Zhang Fan didn't care about these at all.

He jerked to his feet and stomped on the clone's head.

Click-

The clone's skull was split like a watermelon.

The skulls splattered more than three meters away.

It was only at this time that a trace of relief appeared on Zhang Fan's cold face.

He sat down next to the clone's shattered head, his hands on the ground, snorting and gasping for air.

This clone is worthy of level 2, and it is really difficult to get it.

After resting for a while, Zhang Fan took out a blood bead from the pile of minced meat.

Strange to say, although this blood bead is produced from flesh and blood, it is as warm as jade and is not stained with blood at all.

It's like a blood jade.

With blood beads in his hand, Zhang Fan, who hadn't eaten all night, felt a convulsion in his stomach again.

A large amount of saliva was secreted from his mouth, and he couldn't help but let out a grunt in his throat.

I can't hold back anymore.

He opened his mouth and slapped the bead of blood into his mouth.

Once again, it's like pouring a cold beer, and the whole body is refreshing.

And this time, that cold feeling, like a flood, flowed into his limbs.

to all the cells in his body.

Zhang Fan was overjoyed.

It's time to get promoted!

But then he remembered that the last time he was promoted, he was suddenly shot in the back by an anesthetic needle.

So he hurriedly rolled on the spot.

Phew-

A shadow crossed his shoulder.

Ding——

There was a soft thud and it was nailed to the solid wall.

If you look closely, it is an anesthetic needle.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to stand up, and he muttered-

Numerous small holes appeared in the walls on all sides, and even in the ceiling.

In each of the small holes, an anesthetic needle was ejected.

If Zhang Fan was still like the reaction speed of level 1, he would have to be shot into a hedgehog.

However, he is now level 2.

At level 2, his reaction speed is twice as fast as that of level 1.

At this moment, he jerked the corpse of the clone next to him and covered himself.

Puff puff puff –

Only countless muffled sounds were heard, and the corpse was shot directly into a hedgehog.

Half a minute later, the sound finally stopped.

But Zhang Fan didn't get up immediately, but waited for a full ten minutes to make sure that there was no anesthetic needle to shoot out again, and then he got up.

Looking at the corpse again, there were at least 300 anesthetic needles densely inserted into the body.

Zhang Fan was secretly afraid.

He wanted to get out of the room immediately, but thought about it.

The anesthetic needles in this room are probably out of action, and it's safe here.

If you go to the passage and other rooms, it is not very safe.

Thinking of this, he continued to drag the corpse to the door, leaned his back against the door, and placed the corpse next to him in case of emergency.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that the cold and comfortable feeling in his body had disappeared at some point.

Instead, there is a feeling of rejuvenation.

That feeling is as if you can go to the moon for nine days, and you can go down to the five seas to catch turtles.

His heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

"Promoted?"

There is a force tester in the room.

He couldn't help but stand up.

But instead of taking a step immediately, he waited for a moment.

Seeing that there were really no more anesthetic needles around him, he walked quickly to the dynamometer.

Take a deep breath and clench your right fist.

"Huh-"

With a loud shout, his right fist burst out like electricity.

Whew-

As he swung his right fist, it actually brought a wind sound.

Bang –

The rubber ball on the dynamometer was constantly shaking.

The screen immediately lit up, and two lines of words appeared on it.

Power: 1.023 tons

Level: Level 3

Zhang Fan watched the unit of strength change from kilograms to tons, and his heart was overjoyed.

Finally promoted!

The power directly doubled.

Clenching his fists tightly, feeling the surging feeling of power in his body, Zhang Fan couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and roar.

Now promoted to level 3, one punch can hit 1 ton of power.

If you encounter a level 2 clone, you can easily get it.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but wonder if he could go to the zombie hall now.

He'd turned around the passage, and there seemed to be no other exit.

Only the Hall of the Zombies has not been to.

So the exit is likely to be in the Hall of the Zombies.

However, when he thought of the hundreds of strange-shaped zombies in the hall, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Although he has now been promoted to level 3 and his strength has doubled, he is not 100% sure, and he does not plan to rush into it.

It's best to search for more blood beads and strive to be promoted to level 4, and then go to the zombie hall to have a greater grasp.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan continued to search the rooms on both sides of the passage.

However, he had almost searched all of these rooms yesterday.

The clones and zombies inside were either killed by him or by other clones.

He spent the whole day, searching the rooms on both sides of the passage five times, but could not find a single zombie or clone.

After half an hour of rest, his hunger pangs came again.

Now, only the zombie hall has blood beads of zombies.

Thinking of this, his heart gradually became firm.

It seems that now we can only break into the zombie hall.