Right now, the fiercest battle on the field was still between Bulldozer and Kong—two S-Class power-type Zombie Kings, both absolute monsters in terms of raw strength.
Every time their fists collided, the ground shook violently. The shockwaves alone were enough to blast nearby zombies off their feet.
Even the elite undead didn't dare get close.
But Kong was already in rough shape. Earlier, Laura had torn him up pretty bad—deep gashes all over his body, a puncture wound through his neck. He'd burned through a lot of stamina, and now, after fighting at full throttle for so long, he was starting to falter.
Bulldozer noticed and grinned smugly, his beady eyes narrowing. "What's the matter, Big Lug? You're looking a little shaky. Guess you're not cut out to be my opponent after all."
"Big Lug??" Kong shot him a glare, sizing him up. Seriously? I'm covered in fur and you're calling me the freak?
