"So, even though this Fighting Sword may not seem large, it contains power beyond your imagination! If it explodes... its force could rival... a small nuclear bomb!"
Everyone gasped in shock.
Who would have thought that the Fighting Sword in Cang Lang's hand could be compared to a nuclear bomb.
"Um, Miss Cang Lang, you're joking, right?" Su Chen's mouth twitched as he spoke.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Cang Lang's expression was extremely serious.
"Uh..." Su Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He said, "So, during the process of transferring the Fighting Sword to me, it shouldn't explode that easily, right?"
Cang Lang chuckled lightly, "Of course, there's only a twenty percent chance."
A twenty percent chance...
Su Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Luckily, that's not too high.
"There's only a twenty percent chance of it not exploding," Cang Lang added.
Su Chen: "..."
A twenty percent chance of not exploding.
So the chance of explosion is eighty percent!
