Whoosh!!!
Jingle-jingle!!!
At an altitude of a thousand meters, a pleasant, ethereal sound rang through the air as the clouds around them swiftly fell behind.
Ivankov sat cross-legged on the golden flower-lined avenue, looking at Chaos, who still stood tall and imposing. His pale, grimy face was full of uncertainty.
"Boss, what happened to you over the past six months?"
Even now, Ivankov was still dumbfounded. After all, that had been Sakazuki—and yet the man in front of him had knocked him out with a single punch.
Holy crap!
It was just like a damn dream!
"Training!"
Chaos turned around. His imperial bearing vanished, and he sat cross-legged in front of Ivankov. After looking him up and down, he frowned. "You've only improved this much after a whole six months?"
"Yee-haw! Do you know what I've been through these past six months?"
"That mad dog Sakazuki chased me day and night!"
Ivankov seemed ready to pour out every last bit of his resentment and pain. He wailed and sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face, as though he'd spent the past six months in hell.
Chaos let it go in one ear and out the other. He didn't need to guess that the guy was laying it on thick.
Overall, Chaos was satisfied. Compared to six months ago, Ivankov's combat strength had at least doubled!
Just the fact that Ivankov had escaped Sakazuki for half a year was something he could brag about for the rest of his life.
Sakazuki really was strong. That punch just now had caught him by surprise, and it had taken everything Chaos had to knock him down.
Sakazuki had also been blinded by rage. All those factors together had led to what had just happened.
Time was fair!
Chaos had gotten stronger over