"Are you sure you want to see my sword art?" Zhou Wen looked at the girl and asked helplessly.
"Of course, how can I go back on my word? If you want to bet, let's bet to the end." The more Zhou Wen was unwilling to force the girl into a corner, the more pumped she became. She only believed that she had grasped Zhou Wen's weakness.
"Alright, I hope you won't regret it." Zhou Wen couldn't compromise any further, nor did he wish to.
"I definitely won't regret it," the girl said firmly.
Zhou Wen didn't waste any time. With a wave of his hand, an ordinary sword appeared in his hand.
"What can I do to make you think that my sword art is good enough?" Zhou Wen asked the girl.
"No, it's not about being good enough. It has to be the same sword art as hers, and it has to be better than hers." The girl corrected him and continued, "How about this? If you use all your strength to attack me, I can naturally tell if your sword art is better than hers."