Luo Luo walked onto the field.
Guan Fei Bai coldly raised up his sword and placed it horizontally in front of his chest.
His mind was already as calm as frost. In his eyes, there wasn’t a cute little girl or the Princess of Yao race, only an opponent.
Luo Luo raised the Falling Rain Whip. The tip of the whip flew up and broke the air. It then paused in the darkness.
The two stood about 33 meters apart from each other. Unless one used qi to form sword waves to attack the other, there wouldn’t be any danger.
Seeing this scene, Mo Yu was satisfied and the rest also stopped worrying.
As long as Luo Luo didn’t get hurt, no one really cared whether the Tradition Academy or the Li Mountain Sword Sect won.
Instead, the high status people all looked towards Gou Han Shi and Chen Chang Sheng who were standing at the two sides of the square, eager to find out who would win.