His Lao Wen is so protective. It's very endearing, if obviously biased.

"That's enough."

Zishu rolls his shoulder and then darts forward, his wrist turning to twist the borrowed (stolen) blade over his fingers in a sweeping arc. He misses his sword, dammit.

The fight doesn't take long; even if it's technically him, or perhaps precisely because it is a mirror of himself, Zhou Zishu is utterly merciless as he cuts it down.