A stranger swordsman from the martial world opened his mouth demanding to be their leader. Not only did Zhao Jinfan, who was proud by nature, disagree, even Qian Yu, who was already disheartened, frowned.
However, they had no intention of acting hastily. After all, at this distance, if there was really a contest of skills, the two of them combined probably couldn't defeat this martial swordsman—even though the opponent looked so ordinary, at least the sword he carried wasn't fake.
As they say, when a common person is enraged, blood spills within five steps. They were unarmed, how could they possibly deal with such a fierce person?
But they didn't need to confront directly; that would be the most foolish approach.
"Since you want to be the leader, you should at least show some convincing skills."
Zhao Jinfan said this, turning his head to look at the stranger swordsman.
"How about you prove your strength first? If you are truly capable, we would be willing…"
"Prove strength?"
