Baron looked at Xiaobao with some confusion; how could Xiaobao not even try to dodge when facing his machete?
"Swish!" Xiaobao moved, his figure flickered slightly, and although the motion was minor, it was enough to avoid Baron's machete.
"You're the one courting death!"
Just as Baron's machete swung past Xiaobao, a cold voice sounded from behind him. Liu Zhiming had arrived, and his fist was furiously heading towards Baron's back.
"What? No!"
Hearing the whistling of the fist wind and Liu Zhiming's cold voice, a terrified cry escaped from Baron's mouth. He desperately adjusted his posture, trying hard to dodge Liu Zhiming's fist from behind.
However, it was clear Baron failed this time; he couldn't avoid Liu Zhiming's fist.
With a loud boom, Liu Zhiming's fist slammed hard into Baron's back.
"Ah!"
Baron let out a miserable scream as his figure was flung forward.
"Not good!"
