Over the years, Luo Zheng had fought from battlefield to battlefield, slaughtering countless enemies. He'd encountered all kinds of powerful opponents, had more than his share of close brushes with death, but never once had he felt what he was feeling now. Only one enemy left, just a simple punch, yet it made Luo Zheng feel like the end of the world was coming, inescapable. What a terrifying force—he, the Strongest Soldier King, under this man's hand was as weak as an ant? Was this the power of a God-level Soldier King? Was the other side also a God-level Soldier King?
There was no time to think on the battlefield. Luo Zheng kept backing up to bleed off the force, eyes locked on the enemy. In the end he lost his footing and fell hard to the ground. He instinctively tried to scramble up, but suddenly saw the enemy surge forward like a giant bird, two gliding steps brought him right up close, his big hand reaching straight for Luo Zheng's chest.
