With a starting talent that's practically top-tier, even an old man can go against the heavens!

"Cough cough... Ah... Ah..."

The blood from his nose flowed back into his throat, causing Chen Fan immense pain.

Chen Beixuan dragged him roughly, his head hitting the uneven steps every now and then.

Bang...bang...bang!

At this moment, he disregarded the pain in his body; his heart was already churning with turmoil!

His father was actually able to stand up!

So all those years before were just a deliberate pretense???

That flying kick just now, which elderly person could do that!

My goodness!

You're a tough one!

thump--

"...ah!"

Arriving at the clearing in the woods that morning, Chen Beixuan threw him several meters away, causing him to slam to the ground, where he let out another series of howls.

"...Dad! I was wrong."

"I was really wrong!"

"I shouldn't have abandoned you and Xiaolu, I shouldn't have..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Beixuan kicked him over again, his face grim.

"Don't mention Little Deer to me! You're not worthy!"

Chen Fan rolled on the ground once, then hurriedly scrambled up and grabbed his trouser leg.

"Dad! Please... please forgive me, I... I really realize I was wrong!"

"I've divorced Liu Ruyun, and I'll never remarry! I'll take good care of Xiaolu... Dad!"

"Besides... Xiaolu can't live without his father!"

"...You have to think about the little deer!"

Snapped!

Chen Beixuan used a powerful punch to send him flying, sliding nearly two meters away.

Chen Fan felt his head buzzing, as if it were about to explode, making it impossible for him to think effectively.

He lay on the ground convulsing, drool soaking the ground, his eyes rolling back.

"Don't let me see you again, or it won't be as simple as a slap."

Chen Beixuan looked down at him indifferently, then turned and left without hesitation, leaving Chen Fan convulsing on the spot.

For a moment.

He really wanted to slap Chen Fan to death and throw him into the lake to feed the fish.

But whether he can draw the blue energy tonight is still uncertain, so we need to take precautions and spare his life for now.

It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs.

But Chen Beixuan never treated Chen Fan as a son; even when he died, he would only applaud.

Um...

wrong.

It will be sad.

There will never be such good sacrificial materials again after this tragedy...

......

More than half an hour later.

A round, chubby figure found the place and saw Chen Fan lying on the ground. His eyelids twitched.

"Chen Fan, Chen Fan, wake up!"

Mr. Zhang reached out and grabbed the collar, shaking it vigorously, but ended up with a hand full of slippery material.

He subconsciously brought it to his nose and smelled it.

"Ugh~"

A foul odor rushed into my nasal cavity, immediately causing physical discomfort.

Seeing the glistening drops dripping from Chen Fan's lips, Mr. Zhang seemed to understand something and immediately began to gag again.

"vomit--"

He forced himself not to vomit, quickly wiped his hands with Chen Fan's clothes, and continued shouting.

"Chen Fan, wake up!"

Amidst constant shaking and shouts, Chen Fan slowly regained consciousness.

As memories gradually returned, a surge of grievance welled up in my heart!

"Waaaaah... My dad's going to beat me to death..."

"He told me to never show my face in front of him again, or he'd kill me... Waaaaah..."

Just as the scene of the Fire Cloud Evil God collapsing and suffering was playing out here, Mr. Zhang was the only audience member.

He found it very strange.

What deep-seated hatred could possibly exist between this father and son?

His face is all swollen from being slapped. Is this really his father?

This guy must be an enemy!

Mr. Zhang struggled to his feet, moved his numb legs, and gazed at Chen Fan, who was weeping, into deep thought.

Is it possible...

Is Chen Fan hiding something else?

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang sat down on a bench nearby and began to gently guide her.

"Chen Fan, are you... hiding something from me?"

"If it's just because you haven't been home to visit for many years, would your father, Old Man Chen, be so ruthless?"

"If you continue to hide it and don't tell me, I can't help you even if I want to."

"Tell me, what exactly is the conflict between you two?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan stopped crying and fell silent.

He thought that as long as he sincerely apologized, he could salvage his relationship with his father.

However, he underestimated Chen Beixuan's vengeful nature and overestimated himself.

With his mind completely blank, he decided to give up and do nothing.

"The girl I promised to find for you to study with is my daughter, Xiaolu."

Rumble!

Click!

A bolt from the blue struck Mr. Zhang's heart, leaving him utterly stunned!

All doubts suddenly became clear, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

What utter nonsense about relatives not being able to afford to raise their children...

It's all because you, Chen Fan, were blinded by greed!

He would never forgive someone who tried to sell his son!

No wonder Old Man Chen didn't forgive you, no wonder he kicked you.

He wanted to go up and kick him a couple of times!

Is this even humane?

Suppressing his anger, Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth, shook his head, and sighed.

"Chen Fan...you're such a bastard..."

After saying that, he got up to leave, but Chen Fan grabbed his trouser leg in a panic.

"You said you'd help me, don't you want to get promoted and work at headquarters?!"

Mr. Zhang paused, forcefully shook off his hand, and said calmly.

"I really want a promotion..."

"...But I want to be a good father even more."

"Don't come looking for me again. You'd better watch yourself..."

Mr. Zhang has left...

Chen Fan slumped to the ground, utterly dejected, sinking into deep despair...

......

"Little Deer, log in!"

"Yay! Time to play games!"

An old man and a young boy happily lay down in the gaming pod and turned it on.

"Game, start!"

A flash of white light appeared before their eyes, and the two were back in the tavern.

Pedro and Han Dapao were fast asleep, their heads slumped over the table. A pile of empty wine bottles on the table indicated the intensity of the battle the previous night.

They woke the two dazed people up, and the four of them headed straight to the blacksmith's shop.

"It's a great success, take a look!"

The blacksmith placed the Ring of Transcendence in his palm; it gleamed with golden light.

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【Transcendent Ring】: Level 90 Gold Artifact (Ring already enchanted)

Effect 1: Magic Attack +7400↑

Effect 2: Intelligence +910↑

Effect 3: Increases the final damage of the skill by 40%.

Effect 4: When dealing damage to a target 20 meters away, Effect 3 is doubled.

Effect 5: [Long Distance Guidance] Marks the target with a red heart. Casting spells on targets with a red heart mark ignores casting distance. Only one mark exists at a time. The mark disappears after being triggered. There is no cooldown. The mark can be cleared.

Enchantment: Increases base casting range by 100%.

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"Increased casting range, not bad, not bad."

These types of entries are relatively rare and are considered high-quality entries.

After equipping the item, he checked his current casting range.

Current casting range: 904 meters.

While others were still under 100 meters, he was already approaching the 1000-meter mark.

This is a bit scary.

Once the league starts tomorrow, he'll kill the opposing team before they even see them, and he'll feel disgusted for them.

"Are you the Demon-Slaying Hero, Old Man Chen?"

At that moment, a soldier ran over and asked.

Seeing him nod, the soldier explained his purpose.

"Hello, hero. The demon armies in all regions withdrew completely last night. The king sent me to invite you to the award ceremony. We've been waiting for you."

Oh? The reward is coming.

Chen Beixuan's eyes lit up.

"Alright, alright, lead the way."

......