The Wang Father and Son (1,200 Monthly Tickets Bonus Chapter)

That day, the sky was clear, white clouds piled together like balls of cotton. A gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers, cooling the burning spirits of the gathered martial artists by a fraction.

It was a large courtyard, red bricks lining both sides. Before the tiled house at the front stood an enormous fighting platform, five zhang across, paved with a special kind of stone that looked exceptionally hard.

Two broad-shouldered, barrel-waisted martial artists, brimming with vigor, were trading blows on the platform with spirited shouts. Dozens of people watched below, their cheers rising without end.

To one side of the crowd, an old man and a young man stood in the shade, surrounded by several manor hands dressed in brown. As they watched the two men fighting on the platform and the noisy spectators, their faces looked exceedingly ugly, dark as though water could drip from them.

"Are these the jianghu experts who have come to our Wang family over the past three days? They merely know a little fist and footwork, ordinary men with brute strength. If these are all we have to rely on, then our Wang family might as well wait to be exterminated."

The old man was around fifty or sixty. He wore fine embroidered robes, though quite a few white hairs had appeared amid his black ones. Despite taking good care of himself, he had been exhausting his mind and body these past days without rest. The dark circles beneath his eyes were heavy, and he looked haggard.

"Father, there is nothing we can do.

"There are quite a few experts in Chen County now, but they are all watching from the sidelines and will not readily step in. Our Wang family is far weaker than Little Merchant Mountain, not to mention that