"Of course. With the current realm of my Azure Flame Seven Repair Sword, your Golden Tiger Fury is hard to withstand."
The handsome young man glanced at Zhou Jian, his fingers resting on the Mysterious Green Drawing Sword placed on the table, a subtle sharpness in his calm voice.
Zhou Jian remained calm, confidently saying, "Not necessarily."
At this moment, a song and dance performance had just finished. After paying their respects, ten graceful girls withdrew and left.
"What's interesting about watching performances? Since you're so confident, why don't we have a spar and see who's superior?"
Zhuang Fei suddenly grasped his sword and looked at Zhou Jian. A chilling sword aura dispersed, and he seemed like a peerless sword ready to be drawn, sharp and prepared to take a life at any time.
Zhou Jian stood up with a smile, saying:
"Zhuang Fei, I knew you would challenge me. It seems that you are unwilling to accept the defeat from half a year ago."
