The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 533: How Does This Punch Compare to Gunner Tate?_1

Chapter 533: Chapter 533: How Does This Punch Compare to Gunner Tate?_1

The Gang Qi was ferocious, like a battering ram aimed right at Carson Flores’s chest.

Carson Flores stood still with just a faint smile. He then stretched out his hand, with fingers hooked like talons, and directly grasped Abel Compton’s Gang Qi fist imprint in mid-air.

As Carson Flores’s fingers contracted, the fist imprint formed of gathered Gang Qi burst apart, turning into streams of air that sprayed out in all directions.

Abel Compton’s pupils shrank as shock filled his gaze!

Carson Flores was indeed an Innate Grandmaster!

Holy shit, what he said was actually true!

Though his punch was just a probing one, since he feared killing Carson Flores with a single punch and only used fifty percent of his strength, Carson Flores’s effortless crushing with his fingers was definitely not something a Great Grandmaster could do!

Even the strongest Peak Great Master couldn’t manage it!

There is a vast chasm between a Great Grandmaster and an Innate Grandmaster, one that’s impossible to cross!

Carson Flores laughed, "This can’t be your real strength, right? No need to hold back, otherwise, you might end up staying here today, and then Gunner Tate will think you were wiped out by the mysterious Innate Grandmaster at my side. But thinking about it, that seems quite interesting. After he delivers Five Dragon Sect into a clean slate, dealing with him ought to be a bit easier for me."

Abel Compton was enraged, coldly snapping, "Don’t get too cocky, kid! I was afraid of killing you with one punch just now, so I only used a fraction of my strength. Don’t tell me you thought that was all I had?"

Carson Flores’s eyes lit up, "That’s what I thought. After all, how could an Innate Grandmaster be that weak? By the way, I have a question. How do you compare to Gunner Tate? No, that’s not right. I should be asking how big the gap between you and Gunner Tate is. How many moves or how long could you withstand him?"

Abel Compton felt insulted!

Even though he indeed wasn’t as strong as Gunner Tate, the way Carson Flores asked about the gap between them was infuriating!

Without wasting more words, he charged at Carson Flores and launched another punch.

With this punch, he whipped up a howling wind and Gang Qi sharp as knives, an overwhelming force pressing down on Carson Flores.

Carson Flores didn’t dodge or evade; he stood firm and threw a punch.

This punch wasn’t fast, but it gave the impression of carrying the weight of mountains.

There was no wind around.

It was as if this punch had frozen space itself.

The two fists collided mid-air.

"Bang"

Like a high explosive blasting, the ground beneath their feet instantly cracked, and the amassed snow burst apart, pulverized to dust by the mighty Gang Qi. Countless bits of snow dust congealed together, forming a huge wave of qi that madly spread outwards like a storm.

The spots where they stood shattered, and at the center point of their fists’ collision, a huge pit formed in the ground.

Abel Compton’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing a rock before sliding a long trench through the snow.

Abel Compton managed to steady himself, sitting up from the ground. Just as he was about to get up, his blood surged and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the snow in front of him, a startling contrast.

In a flash, Carson Flores appeared before Abel Compton.

Abel Compton startled, quickly scrambling up and into a defensive posture. But Carson Flores didn’t attack, merely smiling as he looked at Abel Compton and said, "How was that punch? How does it compare to Gunner Tate?"

The madman!

Even now, he was still thinking about asking himself, trying to gauge Gunner Tate’s strength level through him!

Abel Compton cursed inwardly, but his eyes swiftly scanned for a possible escape route.

If Carson Flores could hurt him with one punch, then he could very well kill him head-on!

Seeing Abel Compton’s shifting gaze, Carson Flores knew he was already scared and thinking of running away. Carson Flores chuckled, "No need to flee, you can’t outrun me."

Abel Compton clenched his teeth and charged at Carson Flores again.

This move was a killer technique.

The fierce wind whipped up the snow, attacking Carson Flores with ferocious Gang Qi.

"Bang!"

Carson Flores took the punch head-on; Abel Compton coughed up blood but quickly threw a second punch, wave after relentless wave.

Carson Flores took it hard again.

Abel Compton spurted out another large mouthful of blood, but Carson Flores was driven back several steps.

Abel Compton then launched a third punch.

"Bang!"

This punch sent Carson Flores flying, his complexion gaining a few shades of unnatural red.

As Abel Compton spewed a blood arrow from his mouth, his face turned deathly pale. He did not chase after the flying Carson Flores but instead turned around and dashed toward Dingburg at full speed.

Thirty seconds!

If he could make it into Dingburg within thirty seconds, where there were people, someone like Carson Flores would necessarily have some reservations, and his own chances of escaping would be greatly increased.

Abel Compton didn’t dare look back, desperately charging toward the city gate where residents were. If push came to shove, he could even grab a few residents to use as human shields!

Carson Flores, who esteemed the path of righteousness, surely wouldn’t willingly injure innocents in his attempts to kill him, right?

Abel Compton pushed his speed to the limit, feeling as if the air in his lungs was fully ablaze.

Thirty seconds was not a long time. As the city gate neared, Carson Flores’s figure, like a giant bird sweeping through the sky, suddenly shot from behind and, like a cannonball, flew past him to land in front of him.

Carson Flores turned around, looked at the abruptly stopping Abel Compton, and smiled faintly, "Don’t waste your energy, you can’t escape."