A Massive Dad-Screwing Scene

"This little fellow..."

Long Xingyu's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing that Long Haoyu had no intention of dodging his Bamboo Sword, he drew a shallow breath.

He had assumed Long Haoyu merely liked to spout lines like "Face life and death calmly; if you don't submit, then fight."

In truth, when faced with real life and death, anyone would hesitate to some extent. Only people like him, who had experienced countless brushes with death, could remain somewhat composed.

Not to mention that Long Haoyu was only a nine-year-old child. There was bound to be a considerable gap between what he said and what he actually did.

Yet Long Haoyu gave him the firmest and most powerful answer through his actions.

Face life and death calmly; if you don't submit, then fight.

Those words were by no means childish posturing.

He believed in such ideals and acted upon them.

This child was destined for greatness!

Suppressing his astonishment, Long Xingyu ultimately changed the trajectory of the Bamboo Sword in his hand, striking toward Long Haoyu's heavy sword just as he had at the beginning.

With a soft pa, the Bamboo Sword struck No Edge. No Edge let out a hum, and Long Haoyu was sent flying to the other side just as he had during the first exchange.

"Haoyu, using the same..."

Putting on the dignity of a "father," Long Xingyu was about to lecture Long Haoyu for using the same attack twice.

The next second, Long Haoyu moved again.

More precisely, it was not the next second. The instant No Edge was struck and his body landed on the ground, Long Haoyu had already begun his next attack.

"Divine Light Combo!"

Long Haoyu shouted inwardly. No Edge in his hand seemed to have become weightless.

Thrusts, slashes, upward strikes, diagonal pulls...

A series of trajectories too fast for the naked eye unfolded wildly around No Edge.

Long Haoyu seemed to have become one with No Edge. Like an extension of his arm, No Edge unleashed a dense barrage of consecutive killing strikes.

"Where did this little fellow get so many insights?"

"This talent is far greater than mine was back then! Did I even have such combat Instinct at that time?"

Long Xingyu was utterly shocked. The composure he had maintained for so long completely vanished.

How could he fail to see that what Long Haoyu was using was the embryonic form of another Knight Skill he had never seen before?

It could be said that once Long Haoyu began learning Internal Spiritual Power and could wield it, this Knight Skill would unleash considerable might.

Unable to remain calm any longer, Long Xingyu finally put three-tenths of his focus into the fight.

Facing the Divine Light Combo's barrage of thrusts, slashes, and other chained attacks, the Bamboo Sword in his hand moved even faster.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

No Edge continuously struck the Bamboo Sword.

With a trace of Long Xingyu's Internal Spiritual Power reinforcing it, the Bamboo Sword showed no signs of breaking.

However, the force behind No Edge's strikes was constantly transmitted through the Bamboo Sword into Long Xingyu's wrist.

Not only that, but the strength behind No Edge was gradually increasing.

If the first slash contained fifty points of spiritual power, then the second contained sixty, the third seventy—and it was still rising.

At last, the Bamboo Sword in Long Xingyu's hand broke. Half of it fell to the ground, no longer possessing its former toughness.

Once the Bamboo Sword broke, Long Haoyu did not continue attacking. He had already completed the test Long Xingyu had verbally set.

Long Xingyu was slightly stunned. Looking at the broken Bamboo Sword, he found himself somewhat speechless. He had used a little Internal Spiritual Power to reinforce it.

Though it was not much, it should have made the sword sufficiently tough. Yet it had broken right before his eyes. This was a little unbelievable!

"Not bad. Your combat Instinct is very strong, and you successfully upheld your Retribution Knight ideals."

Long Xingyu suppressed his shock and, feigning sternness, offered a few words of praise.

But Long Haoyu did not become smug from the praise. He looked calmly at Long Xingyu. "A bet is a bet. You must accept the loss."

Long Xingyu: "..."

"You want to go back on your word?"

Seeing that Long Xingyu did not answer immediately, Long Haoyu added, "The Ten Knightly Virtues: humility, honesty, compassion, bravery, fairness, sacrifice, honor, perseverance, benevolence, and justice!"

"If you go back on your word, then you will be violating the virtue of honesty among the Ten Knightly Virtues. You are a powerful Retribution Knight."

"If you take the lead in violating the virtues, then if the Temple Master of the Knight Temple learns of it, they definitely will not tolerate a rotten apple who violates the virtues continuing to serve as a knight!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard became inexplicably strange.

Long Xingyu suddenly did not know what to say. The Temple Master of the Knight Temple? Wasn't he himself the current Temple Master of the Knight Temple?!

Long Xingyu's face darkened as he said, word by word, "A bet is a bet. I would never do something that violates the knightly virtues!"

Long Haoyu gave an "oh" and walked over to his mother, Bai Yue. "Mom, from now on, all the housework is his."

"You child, you..." Bai Yue smiled helplessly.

Before his mother could finish, Long Haoyu added, "Mom, this is what he should do to make it up to you, and what he should do to make it up to this family."

Bai Yue looked at Long Xingyu helplessly, then silently stood aside without saying another word.

From the corner of his eye, Long Haoyu saw Long Xingyu's face growing darker and became even more determined to carry out his plan of being an unfilial son.

Others might not know, but he knew perfectly well just how absurd the things his old man had done were.

In the original timeline, he had run from reality because he did not dare face it. His pain had turned into viciousness, indirectly leading to Long Haochen's death.

Someone who could even get his own son killed—there was no other like him under heaven.

Now that he had come to this world and become Long Haochen's older brother, the things Long Haochen had faced might very well happen to him too.

He felt no pressure at all about being such an unfilial son.

After that, Long Haoyu walked over to Long Haochen, whose eyes were shining brightly.

Long Haochen was still immersed in the clash between his father and older brother. Having seen with his own eyes how his brother had snapped the Bamboo Sword in his father's hand, his shock and excitement could not have been greater.

"Haochen, take off your clothes. You trained all day today, and they're dirty." Long Haoyu's coldness vanished as he spoke gently.

Long Haochen lowered his head and looked at his tattered clothes, which hung from his body like strips of rags, and gave an awkward "uh."

Long Xingyu's face darkened further. In a low voice, he said, "They're already ruined like this. Just throw them away!"

"Tomorrow, I'll go into town and buy each of you several new sets of clothes."

Long Haochen felt a little conflicted. He was not one to waste things, but the clothes on his body were indeed too ruined to wear any longer.

Dressed like this, if he went into town and found himself a bowl, he had no doubt someone would give him alms.

"Brother, these clothes are ruined already. Dad says to throw them away, so how about we..." Long Haochen stammered.

Long Haoyu's brows drew together. He gently patted Long Haochen's shoulder. "Haochen, although we've now become Knights..."

"And a certain irresponsible person has returned, so our family's circumstances have indeed begun to improve, we must not forget our roots. We still have to uphold our traditional virtues."

"We must cherish the old!!"