Chapter 130 She Was A Powerhouse


    The bloated monstrosity stumbled back several strides, its body drenched and leaking thick, brackish blood like a sponge wrung out after a flood. With a guttural roar, it spewed a spray of blood-tinged froth at the humans before it, fury radiating from its sunken eyes…


    Unshaken, Theresa called out evenly, “Kyle, give me cover!”


    He replied without hesitation, “On it!”


    Before anyone could blink, she unsheathed the katana strapped across her back-a glint of steel catching the dim light. In a single, fluid motion, she nted one foot on the corridor railing and vaulted skyward with effortless precision. From above, she came down like a falling star, de arcing toward the zombie’s rotting bulk with lethal intent.


    The bloated zombie moved with terrifying speed and overwhelming force-an unstoppable wall of rotting muscle and rage. But Theresa? She was a force of nature. Where it was brute chaos, she was precision and velocity incarnate. The silver gleam of her de red beneath the crimson glow of the re, vanishing and reappearing like lightning through smoke. She blurred across the battlefield, her figure a phantom streak of motion. Each strike of her de left a shimmering echo in the air, slicing with such velocity that the wind itself shrieked.


    There was no room for showmanship. Every arc of her katana was designed to kill-efficient, brutal, unstoppable. She wasn’t just skilled-she was trained beyond her time, wielding closebat mastery that outssed everything this crumbling world had ever seen.


    If one blow didn’t do the job? She’d carve a second. Then, a third! She was beautiful in motion and lethal in execution!


    A metallic shriek tore through the air-ng! Her final blow thundered home. The katana didn’t merely strike; it punched into the corrugated steel wall, burying itself a quarter of the way deep, skewering the massive zombie like a grotesque specimen pinned to a board. Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. With a swift, ruthless motion, she yanked the sword free-shiiing-the sound slicing the air as cleanly as the weapon had carved through flesh.


    The bloated zombie, once a towering nightmare, now fell apart like soggy bread. What remained of its form peeled away from the wall, slumping to the ground in a formless, copsing heap. From the blood- wet edge of the katana’s tip, a gleamstone the size of an egg tumbled loose.


    At that critical moment, like creatures birthed from a nightmare, two skeletal zombies-bony and twitching like cockroach-limbed centipedesunched themselves toward Theresa with terrifying speed. No one had time to react. Not even a warning cry could escape their lips. But in that frozen heartbeat before impact-whoosh! Twin torrents of water erupted with ferocious speed, each jet thick as a man’s forearm, smashing through the air like battering rams.


    Every head snapped toward the source. And that’s when realization hit them like a thunderp. The quiet figure-always at Theresa’s back, never speaking, never boasting-wasn’t just another tagalong from zing Sun Camp. He was one of us. An ability user. And a powerful one at that! While the rest of them strained to form feeble water or fireballs the size of a clenched fist, he had unleashed something akin to a flood


    from hell!


    Out of everyone, Graham’s group was the most shaken! They had never seen Kyle wield his ability like this. Back when theyst traveled together, his abilities had been nothing remarkable. If anything, his water-based ability barely registered as useful, mostly just enough to provide the team with a few sips of clean water. In the early days, that was its biggest contribution!


    But now, he was hurling torrents like a living siege engine. It hadn’t even been that long since their paths split, yet the difference was staggering. How had his ability evolved so violently in just a few months? His ability wasn’t just stronger-it was explosively beyond reach, at least ten times more potent than any of them!


    Boom! Boom! The twin torrents of water roared to life on either side of Theresa, smashing into the oing zombies with explosive force. The creatures were thrown off course, just as her katana whipped sideways with surgical precision. Thanks to Kyle’s wless timing, her strike was merciless-a single sh cleaved through both zombies’ necks, their heads rolling like discarded helmets.


    But the moment was fleeting. From behind them, the snarls began again. Rooaarrr! The zombies that had been knocked down moments earlier were now wing their way back up-angrier, hungrier, and far from done. Theresa moved again-this time with the entire crowd watching, and none of them could believe their eyes. A torrent rose around her, water gathering from all directions until it became a tidal force swirling at hermand. In a sh, the entire group of survivors was encased in a gleaming, fluid shield that formed faster than anyone could blink.


    Moments ago, they had been stunned by Kyle’s twin water sts. What Theresa summoned next was nothing short of godlike. Now they realized-his ability was only a whisper. Hers was the thunder that followed! And in that moment, faced with the raw scale of her strength, not one person could summon a word. Their voices caught in their throats.


    This-This wasn’t some clingy liability that Mr. Keaton had foolishly decided to protect. She is a full-blown weapon of nass destruction! No wonder he pampered her, gave her the benefit of every doubt, and let her call the shots… She is an pex predator in human form! A war machine!


    The members from the four smaller camps couldn’t tear their eyes away from Theresa as she carved hrough the battlefield like a force of nature. Their jaws ckened in disbelief, and an unbearable heat crept up their faces-the sting of humiliation. These were the same people who, not long ago, had scoffed at her-mocked her as dead weight, a pointless extra tagging along!


    Now, they were choking on their own words. Watching hermand the battlefield with such ruthless power, they felt as if reality had turned and backhanded them across the face. The sting of their earlier arrogance burned hotter than fire. One twitch of her fingers, and we’d be nothing but dust!


    In the crowd, Charlotte stood paralyzed, utterly dumbfounded as she witnessed Theresa carving a brutal path through the zombies. Her mind struggled to catch up with what she was witnessing. Then, her gaze sharpened with sudden intensity.


    Theresa… She was a powerhouse beyond imagination! She had always felt in her gut that Theresa wasn’t some helpless woman clinging to a man’s protection! No, she had the presence of someone with hidden depths. But never-never in her wildest guesses-had she imagined this kind of strength!


    Even if she and Den gave it everything they had-even if their entire camp joined the fray-it would be aughable mismatch. Theresa would tear through them like a de through fog! And as that realization


    sank in, a vivid memory surfacedst night’s brush with death, that breathless moment when a zombie nearly took her life…