Travels to the Holy Light Continent

"What's the matter? You want to fight again?" The mother turned around and said angrily.

"Hmph! Why should adults interfere in children's affairs?" said Murakami Motoyasu.

"Oh, are you going to fight with your third child? Sure! Come on!" I said excitedly.

Murakami Saburo was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. He was really scared. Seeing this, Murakami Motoyasu said, "How can they be compared? One of them is a warrior and the other is a magician. If you have the guts, compete with Murakami Jiro!"

"Oh my god! You are so shameless! Your second child is already 15 years old, how dare you compare with mine?" the mother said angrily.

"If you don't dare to compete, then apologize and we can forgive you. Otherwise, where is the face of our Murakami family?"

"Let's compete, who's afraid of you!" I said.

My mother pulled me aside and said, "Third child, you are stupid. He is a great magician. Selina's shield has no effect on him!"

"It's okay. Don't we have the Dragon Crossbow?"

"Yeah! Then compete!"

"By the way, for the sake of absolute fairness, both sides of the competition are not allowed to bring weapons and magical pets! Otherwise, forget it!" Murakami Motoyasu interrupted.

This guy is really invincible when he is so mean. I guess he knows everything about me so he made this request.

"If there's nothing you can use to compare, what can you compare? Are you going to compare who can pee farther?" I retorted.

"Hahahaha!"

"Let's compare who has better control over magic. We won't bully you. Both sides are required not to use magic higher than that of a second-level magician." Murakami Motoyasu said.

"You really don't bully people. Does that mean he has been living like a dog for the past ten years?" I said.

Murakami Motoyasu's face turned red with anger, but he still suppressed his anger and asked, "Do you want to compete?"

"I won't compete. It will piss you off to death!" I said with a face.

"Then how do you think we can compete?" Murakami Motoyasu said blushingly.

"If you want to compete, compete with me!" said my father as he walked in.

"How can you, a sword master, do that?" Murakami Motoyasu said, pointing at his hand tremblingly.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. Do you think I'm a fool? If you want to fight, then fight. We Xuanyuan family will take it. If you want to save face, then earn it yourself. We Xuanyuan family have no reason to protect your face. If you want to compete, then compete properly. Why do you have to set this and that rule for my third child?"

My father held me in one hand and took my mother’s hand and strode out of the palace. No wonder my mother still loved him despite his appearance. My usually silly father looked so handsome at this moment!

My father returned home and told my grandfather what happened. He whispered, "Father, the Murakami family has really gone too far this time. I don't want to endure it anymore!"

"Haha! If you don't want to bear it, then don't bear it. I didn't say anything to you. Good job. Our Xuanyuan family has been patient for more than ten years. We really shouldn't bear it anymore. In fact, it's all my fault that I'm useless. I've made you, at such a young age, have to support this family with your wife, and face those old foxes and hold the fort at this time."

Grandpa's murderous aura was so overwhelming that everyone was breathless. It was only today that I realized that Grandpa's strength was much stronger than my father's. I'm afraid he was already a sword god. It turned out that my father was not really stupid, but was deliberately forbearing for the sake of the family. Of course, I don't believe that my father is a genius.

I jumped down from my father's arms and said seriously, "Grandpa, I want to talk to you alone!"

Grandpa looked into my eyes and said to Grandpa Wang, "Old Wang, take me to my room. Old Three, you follow me!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"