The system didn't know what the heck her host wanted to show off. But when she started to watch the little child's performance, he realized what it meant.
Yu Weimin swung his sword in circles, accurately pointing the tip of it at the master's neck in the flash of a few seconds. Things happened so fast that no one had time to think. Just in the blink of an eye, Yu Weimin's wooden sword was beside his neck.
Even Hu Ning was shocked to the point that his entire body was frozen at that point. He glanced at the little master standing on a branch closer to him. A layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.
"Y-your highness?"
Yu Weimin silently took back his sword and jumped down the branch, brushing nonexistent dust off his body. "What kind of general are you? You're no better than a kid who can't even win me."
The general's face paled even more. "Your-"