Zhou didn't trust that smile at all. As he stood, the living lightning within his hand crackled around uneasily, as if it, too, did not trust what would be happening in the coming minutes. Her reiatsu had risen, was more in sync with her sword. Given that, and the unknown factors of the sword, it was a given that he'd have to approach this much more gingerly than he had before.
Sky Dragon was raised, the bolt of lightning within his hand snapping back and forth, ready to test itself against this one's blade once again. Lightning circled around Zhou's form, his purple hair levitating around his frame as he waited.