Bang!
A solid kick!
Hitting a soft spot.
With a muffled grunt, the fake Xiao Zhan was sent flying backwards, tracing an arc through the air before heavily falling to the ground.
However, the kick did not cause him much damage; he got up, wiped his mouth, and looked at Xiao Zhan, "Not bad, not quite a waste."
Xiao Zhan said, "Continue?"
"Continue."
As the words fell,
Both launched into attacks simultaneously, almost at the exact same time.
But both chose to fight bare-handed, surprisingly not using the Death Demon Scythe.
As if they had reached some sort of understanding.
…
Outside.
Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong stood motionless in the center of the arena, like two statues.
The spectators who came were growing impatient looking at the sun above.
"What's going on, are they still going to fight? It's been an hour."
