Sword Frenzy in the Dog Days

[The strongest fantasy novel of the year!]

“Mo Lin, you weakling! This is a Grade One sword, one of a kind in all the land! I hear you use a sword too. Dare to bring one out and compare?” a lackey taunted the protagonist.

“Boss, is there something wrong with this guy? Isn't that the crummiest sword you tossed away last time because it wouldn't fit in your storage space? Why's he bringing it here to show off in front of you? You could pull out any sword you like, and it'd leave this one in the dust by hundreds of streets...” the protagonist's lackey said, looking thoroughly annoyed.

“That's enough. We should keep a low profile. Let's not stoop to his level. Come on...”

The protagonist chose to leave instead of getting into an argument with the lackey.

“Hey, what's the matter? Can't you bring yourself to show your sword? If you can't produce a decent one today, crawl between my legs!”

The more the protagonist tried to keep a low profile, the more the lackey got carried away, insisting that he bring out a sword!

The protagonist had no choice. He just wanted to stay low-key, but his strength wouldn't let him...