Almost there.
Yang Ming gripped the Light Sword, which flared to full power output, as the flight pack behind him spewed dazzling flames.
He charged into the mass of Mechanical Guards, his Light Sword trailing meters-long afterimages as mechanical parts flew all around.
When Mimili and Kolev emerged from the basement and saw both the living room and the garden strewn with mechanical debris, they couldn't help but exchange a glance.
"Has Uncle Hanton become this powerful?" Mimili asked, her eyes shining brightly.
"Who knows," grumbled Kolev, "didn't you see the news? The White Ghost took down an Insect Swarm by himself."
"Is he still human?"
"Of course, he's human, although not a pure human," Kolev cleared his throat, "Mimili, my dear daughter, you shouldn't discriminate against him because of that. He is a good man, and he has been of great help to us. You should respect him and treat him like a real uncle."
