"That had to hurt." Zhang Yong said to himself with a worried look on his face. He looked down at one of his hands and noticed one of his arms bleeding.
A smirk appeared on Zhang Yong's lips even though he felt a little pity for that man.
Zhang Yong ran a little and reached near the sword. He picked up the sword hurriedly and then was again in front of that man. That man was still limping there on the ground when Zhang Yong hurriedly approached him.
As soon as Zhang Yong was there in front of him, he held the sword from his both hands tightly and took a deep sigh. His eyes held anger and determination as he moved his both hands up in the air. He was now holding the sword high up above his head ready to attack that man again.
He also realized Zhang Yong's presence near him and looked at him wide-eyed. He tried to move towards the left but then Zhang Yong was faster than him.
