Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103

"Are you always this irritable?"

Lin Fan inquired, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement, straightforward and clear—it truly was a strange Creator, full of novelty.

The Creator said, "Can you let me go?"

Lin Fan shook his head, "No."

"Then it’s nonsense, if you won’t let me go, I’ll have to fight you." The Creator was indeed nervous, as most Creators knew of Lin Fan’s notorious reputation.

Their opponent evolved even faster than their zombies.

It had even formed a chasm.

Absolutely not something that could be easily crossed.

"Come on then." The Creator brandished the Bone Spear, roaring like an ancient general, full of grandeur, about to fight for its life, but was interrupted by Lin Fan.

"Please wait, can I take a picture of you?" Lin Fan made a request.

The Creator said, "The Creators in the Zombie Album all died after having their photos taken, right? I consider myself no worse than those guys. Go ahead, photograph me, and preserve my heroic figure in the album forever for the pathetic humans to admire."

The Creator struck a pose, chest out, its brawny body as impressive as a small mountain, the Bone Spear in its hand emanating a chilling aura.

To this Creator, it seemed to have already anticipated its own end.

No longer considering any retreat.

Lin Fan held the camera, aimed it at the Creator, and just as he was ready to take the shot, the Creator in the viewfinder suddenly lifted the Bone Spear fiercely, aiming to stab Lin Fan’s head.

Lin Fan calmly stepped back, pressing the shutter, perfectly capturing the image of the Creator before him.

"All’s fair in war, I’ll kill you."

The Creator roared, the sweeping Bone Spear whooshed loudly, incredibly fast, seemingly as if countless Bone Spears were stabbing forth—this is what happens when speed reaches a certain level, creating afterimages.

Lin Fan faced it calmly, not panicking in the least. However, the Creator before him was somewhat different from the ones encountered before. Other Creators either had killer moves with tentacles or went for blows, never had he seen a zombie with a certain systematic spear technique.

Just as Lin Fan thought, there really was a certain method to it. The Creator before him liked watching various ancient war TV dramas when it was still human, scenes of dueling famous generals included.

Ordinary people definitely couldn’t learn it.

But after evolving into a Creator, the ability to learn is unimaginable. When one’s physical condition reaches a certain height, any difficulty can be overcome with ease.

That’s the current situation.

Lin Fan retreated while checking the photos he took, overall quite perfect, very satisfactory.

Placing the camera down, he looked at the situation in front of him, not killing the Creator instantly but stopping in his tracks, standing there, raising his hand to continuously clash with the opponent’s Bone Spear.

Even if the Creator swung the Bone Spear at ultimate speed, Lin Fan calmly blocked it all.

This was the Creator’s ultimate speed, not Lin Fan’s.

The Creator was getting impatient. While constantly swinging the Bone Spear, its already sturdy arm instantly swelled, speed and strength doubling at least compared to before.

But even with such dense spear shadows, Lin Fan calmly blocked them all.

"You really are a formidable Creator, neither speed nor sheer speed could be countered by an Awakener; even if Wenwen met you, there would be no chance of victory."

Lin Fan mused to himself.

The Creator, unable to subdue Lin Fan, breathed heavily, then let out a low roar and leaped up, clutching the Bone Spear with both hands to strike down hard, as if splitting a mountain.

Lin Fan subtly shifted his steps, dodged, then casually pushed a palm toward the Creator’s chest. Although it appeared effortlessly done, it couldn’t be resisted by the Creator.

The mighty body recoiled violently, like a cannonball.

Rolling across the ground continuously like a bouncing ball.

The Creator got up, shook its head, and looked down at its chest; the armor-like flesh it prided on was imprinted with a handprint.

Lin Fan landed in front of the Creator, smiled and said, "You’re impressive."

Though the opponent was quite weak in his presence.

Nonetheless, this Creator was indeed strong for anyone else. He wasn’t just flattering but speaking the truth. Follow current novᴇls on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

The Creator stared at Lin Fan, a merciless gaze hinting at helplessness. It had always heard of the human Lin Fan being impressive, and frankly, it believed it to be true.

But it always pondered, to what extent could a humble human be formidable.

Now after a brief confrontation, it fully believed, exerting its best strength yielded no effect, truly making it despair enough.

"As a Creator, you are wise. Can you tell me where other Creators are? I think we can have a good chat," Lin Fan still hoped the other would inform him.

The Creator said, "Only cowards plead with humans."

He found the Creator’s talk a bit odd, "It’s not pleading but a friendly exchange. I’ve always been friendly to zombies. You can see, even when facing you, I consistently maintained a smile for amiable interaction."