Seeing his weak appearance enraged him.
It was rare to hear him speak of asuring up in a challenge like this.
In Mr. Su’s heart, there was no anger, actually so relief instead.
For a man, vigor and spirit are of utmost importance.
What’s needed is an unyielding and daring spirit to challenge.
Mr. Su’s expression was inscrutable, and after a long silence, he huffed coldly
"Fight ? Aren’t you afraid of breaking your arms and legs?"
Su Yan responded earnestly,
"I hope father will grant this request."
After so many ancient worlds traversed, the etiquette and conversation were broadly the sa.
The Su Yan of today, simple courtesies he could already handle with ease.
Mr. Su spoke up,
"Servant!"
The housekeeper who had brought Su Yan here appeared quickly.
"Master?"
"Take him to choose a suitable weapon."
"Yes."
The housekeeper complied.
Just as he was about to take Su Yan away,
Su Yan shook his head,
"Father, I’m not accustod to using weapons."
Mr. Su twisted his brows, looking at Su Yan as if he were looking at a fool,
"You want to fight barehanded?"
"Yes."
Even though he was his own flesh and blood... hearing about his mishap of falling into the water days ago, maybe he was not yet recovered, hence he was speaking such an overconfident statent?
Eventually, seeing Su Yan so persistent,
Mr. Su could not be bothered to say more.
Only saying to the housekeeper,
"Call an Imperial Physician."
"Yes."
The housekeeper agreed and walked out.
Thirty minutes later.
In the backyard.
Su Yan stood on the open ground.
In stark contrast was Mr. Su, with his burly figure standing opposite.
At first gaze, Su Yan’s slender build, seemingly not enough to withstand a beating from Mr. Su.
Perhaps this is why Mr. Su never laid a hand on Su Yan, only punished him by making him kneel in the ancestral hall.
Under the blazing sun,
The more Mr. Su looked at Su Yan’s tiny fra, the more vexed he beca.
Was it the Marquis Mansion giving him a hard ti? Not feeding him??
How co other people’s children all grow up so strong and imposing?
His own child seed feeble.
So weak that a gust of wind might blow him away.
With these thoughts,
Mr. Su waved to Su Yan,
"Co."
Su Yan nodded, without any hesitation or politeness.
He walked forward.
His pace was not fast.
Probably Mr. Su wasn’t too on guard either.
Until,
Su Yan clenched his fist, and bam!
Their fists collided.
Mr. Su’s foot slid back a step.
Yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
As though this punch had reignited the war-hardened fierceness in Mr. Su.
Imdiately, the two of them began to fight.
Move by move, punch for punch, palm against palm.
As they fought, Mr. Su burst out with a hearty laugh.
"Worthy of being my son! Truly a case of ’like father, like son’ indeed!!"
In that mont of distraction for Mr. Su, Su Yan’s moves beca unpredictable.
He launched a surprise attack at Mr. Su’s throat.
His technique was sharp and devious in its angle.
The mont his palm touched that throat, Mr. Su was taken aback.
Su Yan’s expression was serious, his tone light,
"Father, you have lost."
Mr. Su burst into another peal of hearty laughter.
"I’ve always said, how could my son possibly be a waste!
Ever since you were little, father saw your potential!
Indeed! You have not disappointed !"
While speaking, Mr. Su kept nodding his head frequently.
Looking at Su Yan, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
More gratified and joyful than when Mr. Su had first acquired his favored precious weapon.
He wanted to see who would dare to mock his son as useless again!
Su Yan pulled out a handkerchief from his clothing to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Mr. Su’s high spirits had yet to subside.
Not until sitting in the pavilion, drinking cold water while still staring at Su Yan and nodding again and again.
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