Yu Ming was taken aback, not understanding why Xue An asked such a question, but as a proud Sword Cultivator, he still straightened his chest.
"My sword may not be one ten-thousandth of an adult's, but it can still be called peerlessly sharp."
But Xue An shook his head, "Not enough yet!"
Upon hearing these words, although Yu Ming did not retort, a trace of defiance still appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Xue An smiled slightly, "Draw your sword!"
"Hmm?" Yu Ming didn't understand what he meant.
Xue An said calmly, "Since you are unconvinced, then strike at me with a sword, let's see if you can shake me!"
As he spoke, Xue An opened his palm, "Remember, you only have one chance, so be sure to give it your all!"
Yu Ming was somewhat stunned.
He never imagined that someone would make such a request of him.
But looking at Xue An's serious demeanor, it didn't seem like he was joking.
"But Mr. Xue..."
Yu Ming hesitated for a moment, just about to speak.
