Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"What arrogance!"

Qin Zi snorted coldly and said, "Since that's the case, let's not waste any more time. Step onto the platform and let's fight!"

"I was thinking the same."

The young man in white smirked arrogantly, then took a step into the air, walking toward the battle platform.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With each step he took, the light around him grew more intense, and his aura grew stronger.

Gradually, the pressure he exuded began to weigh heavily on the young cultivators around him, as if they were facing an ancient beast. This seemingly refined young man in white was terrifying!

Qin Zi watched as his opponent drew closer, his own body instinctively responding with excitement. The blood in his veins boiled fiercely.

He needed an opponent like this!

"I get it!"

Suddenly, a spark of realization flashed through his mind. He understood why his father had set up the black barrier around the battle platform.

It was all to ensure that he could face more opponents and clash with more talents, gaining combat experience through these intense battles!

Take the young man in white before him, for example.

If the crowd had witnessed how easily Qin Zi had crushed the young man in purple earlier, would this white-clad youth still dare to challenge him so boldly? Perhaps he would have hesitated, weighing his chances.

If this person hadn't brought the "guts" to the battle, he might have just stayed hidden in the crowd, afraid to step forward.

This would have been a huge loss for Qin Zi!

After all, only by fighting strong opponents could he hone his skills and broaden his horizons.

Otherwise, he risked being the proverbial frog at the bottom of the well, unaware of the vastness of the world.

Buzz!!

Once the young man in white stepped onto the platform, the black barrier rose again, enclosing the battleground.

The white-clad youth didn't panic; he had been watching from the crowd and knew that the black barrier wasn't a threat.

"Attack!!"

"Break!"

Inside the dark barrier, fierce combat erupted once again. Low, chaotic rumblings echoed out as the battle unfolded.

The platform trembled slightly.

The black barrier's soundproofing was excellent, and it also blocked out divine sense, preventing anyone from seeing what was happening inside.

Although this disappointed the onlookers, they could accept it because, in the end, what they cared about most was the result!

Before long, the battle ended.

Whoosh!

The barrier dissolved, revealing the two figures standing on the platform. Both of them looked slightly battered.

But relatively speaking, the young man in white was in worse shape. His clothes were torn in several places, while Qin Zi's clothing remained mostly intact.

"Did that man lose?"

"He didn't seem any weaker than the guy before him, maybe even more refined. Yet he still lost?"

"Well, it makes sense. Qin Zi is practically invincible among his peers. How could he be defeated so easily…?"

Some onlookers chuckled at themselves, realizing they had momentarily doubted Qin Zi. He was incredibly powerful, and not just anyone could defeat him.

But before they could finish their thoughts, the sharp sound of tearing cloth rang out.

Tear—

Rip!

Qin Zi's once-pristine robe suddenly shredded into countless pieces, fluttering to the ground.

His strong, well-built upper body was now exposed to the crowd, glistening in the sunlight with a metallic sheen.

"What?!"

"What's going on?"

Everyone was stunned.

The sudden scene was unexpected and carried a reversal of fortune. It seemed to imply... Qin Zi had lost.

"Hm?"

The young man in white frowned, puzzled. He distinctly remembered not landing a direct hit on Qin Zi.

Why had his clothes torn?

Could it have been caused by the residual force of the battle?

"Here, take this!"

At that moment, Qin Zi slipped into performance mode, coldly tossing a token to the white-clad youth.

His expression showed a mix of unwillingness and frustration, but also an acceptance of defeat.

The young man in white caught the token awkwardly, his frown deepening as he thought to himself:

"He clearly won the fight, but he's acting like this? Is he trying to set me up for failure?"

"Hmph, but this works just as well. I've never been afraid of being overpraised, and losing would have damaged my image."

With that in mind, a haughty expression appeared on his face. He seemed to settle into his role as the victor and said indifferently, "Thank you."

With that, he flew off with the token.

The crowd watched the scene unfold, whispering amongst themselves. Their gaze toward Qin Zi was no longer filled with the same awe and reverence.

To them, Qin Zi now seemed like a leaky quilt—once it starts leaking, it just can't keep you warm anymore.

Two defeats in a row!

It seemed Qin Zi wasn't as invincible as they thought. As the saying goes, "There's always a bigger fish." Qin Zi wasn't unbeatable after all.

"I'll fight you next!"

A young man, who had been holding back for some time, now stood out, full of confidence.

He was the descendant of a Martial Emperor, a notable genius with the potential to become an emperor himself.

"You think you're worthy?"

Qin Zi snorted. While he was intentionally staging defeats, not just anyone was qualified to challenge him.

He needed true geniuses to test himself, to gain combat experience. Weaklings? They could go cool off in the background.

"You won't know until you try!"

The young man retorted coldly.

He wasn't completely arrogant or reckless, but with so many eyes on him, he couldn't afford to back down.

More importantly, his crush was watching, and he absolutely couldn't appear weak in front of her.

He could lose the fight, but he couldn't lose face!

"Then let's try."

Qin Zi replied calmly.

The young man leaped onto the platform, graceful as a dragon.

Whoosh—

Before the black barrier could even rise, Qin Zi kicked him off the platform with a single blow.

Zoom!

The young man's body shot through the sky like a shooting star, and the crowd was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter, realizing how ridiculous their previous thoughts had been.

"Hah, what were we thinking? Qin Zi is still Qin Zi—no ordinary person can shake him."

"Exactly. While it's true that there's always someone stronger, in the entire Nine Heavens Realm, how many young people could be stronger than Qin Zi?"

"Yeah, not just anyone can defeat Qin Zi. We just happened to witness something extraordinary. This is what they call 'survivor bias.'"

At that moment, a disdainful voice echoed.

"Hmph, ants will always be ants. To cover up their weakness, they'll elevate a slightly stronger ant to godlike status. How pathetic. How laughable…"

The speaker was a hulking young man.

He was broad-shouldered and powerful, walking with the grace of a tiger and the might of a dragon. His body radiated a glass-like sheen, and his presence was incredibly imposing.

Behind him hovered the towering silhouette of a golden vajra. With each step he took, the apparition trembled.

"Here comes another one!"

Qin Zi's eyes gleamed as if he had spotted prey, but he quickly concealed his excitement, pretending to be on high alert.

His father had once told him:

"The true hunter always approaches his prey disguised as prey. Let your enemy think they have the upper hand…"

Meanwhile, high in the sky, Qin Chuan sat cross-legged on a cloud. In front of him was a small table with a teapot, and he calmly sipped his tea.

As he gazed down, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

His son had finally understood.

Yes, Qin Xiaozhu had fully grasped his plan—or at least, Qin Xiaozhu believed he had.

Indeed, everything a father does is for his child's benefit!

Moments later, the system chimed once more:

Ding! Your son has humiliated the Third Heaven quasi-emperor Tianming's son, the overconfident Golden Vajra. You have earned 50,000 Patriarch Points!

Your current balance is... 650,000 Patriarch Points!

And within Qin Chuan's perception, many more Chosen Ones were rushing in from all directions.