Zhao Luo stood in the middle of the ring with Ifrit in his hand. He was calm and collected even though this was the first time he was fighting against a fellow human with a weapon.
Zhao Luo looked at Mite who was barely standing after blocking Zhao Luo's 'straight slash'.
'How can this be? Why is he so strong?'
Mite was baffled as he went through the last strike. Zhao Luo's explosive strength had overpowered him so easily.
'And what 'straight slash'? He just randomly swung his sword.'
Mite looked angry unable to accept the fact that he had already fallen back twice.
'I still haven't used my techniques.'
Mite thought as he took a step towards Zhao Luo.
Zhao Luo smiled as he saw Mite coming back at him.
"You want more. Good. Good."
Zhao Luo said as he raised Ifrit backward while moving towards Mite.
Zhao Luo had his knee bent slightly with his back falling forward as he picked up speed.
