Zhao Luo moved his hand to the right while stopping blackey right around the level of his waist.
It was like he was holding a bat and getting ready to blow away a pitch.
Pointing the sharp end of blackey towards Big Bean, Zhao Luo continued to stare at him.
This moment was a crucial one for him so he couldn't just rush at Big Bean and swing his sword like a madman.
Unexpectedly, Big Bean who had warned Zhao Luo was also scared to hurry at him.
Thus the things folded slowly as both were barely holding themselves up while ignoring the pain of their injuries.
Big Bean raised his ax backward while Zhao Luo brought his sword downwards.
'Tap.'
'Tap.'
Zhao Luo took a step towards Big Bean while he also moved a step towards them.
If they repeated this same movement thrice, Zhao Luo and Big Bean would both be in the range of each other's weapons.
'Huffff Haaaa.'
