I Want To Be Your Sword!

"Aw! Little Ming is really cool, hehe!" Master Huan suddenly declared with a fawning chuckle, his voice dripping with exaggerated admiration.

The emotional blow and embarrassment he had just endured seemed to have triggered a strange shift in his demeanor.

He couldn't help but notice the mighty disposition unconsciously radiating from Xiao Ming, a presence that both intimidated and intrigued him.

Xiao Ming, however, still wore a furrowed brow, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Just moments ago, the lively and boastful sword spirit had been dancing around with boundless energy, but now he stood meekly, his once-rosy cheeks pale and his earlier bravado replaced by an almost childlike vulnerability.

What Xiao Ming didn't realize was that his soul had instinctively lashed out at Master Huan, repelling the sword spirit's intrusive presence with a force that even he wasn't aware of.