What pleased him, however, was that Zhao Ling actually made no move to stop his escape. He could not understand it at all. Since the man wanted to kill him, why was he watching him flee without giving chase?
Just as he was puzzling over this, his field of vision suddenly shifted. The two people who had been several hundred meters behind him abruptly appeared ahead of him, and the farther he ran, the closer he drew to them.
Huh... The King of Slaughter hurriedly tried to stop, desperately digging in both feet to brake.
But he suddenly discovered that the tenfold gravity on his body was rapidly diminishing, until he felt weightless and abruptly lost control of his fleeing speed.
He hurtled straight toward the two of them, while Zhao Ling clenched his fist and smashed it toward his face.
It looked as though the King of Slaughter had run up to meet Zhao Ling's fist himself.
Bang! The King of Slaughter immediately felt a blow strike his right cheek, and his entire body flew backward.
With Zhao Ling's current physique, fifteen times that of a level 98 Super Douluo, that punch left the King of Slaughter feeling as though his right cheek had caved in.
Worse still, his body's weightless state rapidly shifted back to tenfold gravity, slamming him heavily into the ground. The momentum of his backward flight dragged his body across the ground for over a hundred meters.
His clothes were dragged into tatters, blood even seeped from his body, and his face became a mangled, bloody mess.
The King of Slaughter struggled to climb up from the ground. He touched his cheek and discovered that his face was already a bloody mess, then raised his head to look at the trail his body had gouged