Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Swoosh!

When Qi Huang pleaded for Qin Zi, everyone was shocked!

Even Qin Zi was stunned for a moment before realizing the reason—it was because of Shui Qinghan.

However, Qi Huang's willingness to step up and speak for him at such a moment showed his extraordinary bearing. Whether it was genuine or just for appearances, it was clear he knew how to win hearts, which explained why Shui Qinghan was so loyal to him.

"This person is arrogant and reckless, unaware of the consequences of his actions. If I let him off this time, who knows what trouble he might cause in the future," Jiang Shennong looked at Qi Huang and said calmly. "But since you've spoken, I can't be too unreasonable… How about this: if he can take one strike from me, I will let this matter go."

"And if he can't withstand it?" Qi Huang asked.

"Haha, considering his previous arrogance, if he can't take even one strike… doesn't he deserve death?" Jiang Shennong laughed coldly.

At that moment, everyone held their breath!

They could see that Jiang Shennong appeared to have compromised, but in reality, his killing intent hadn't diminished in the slightest. He was still determined to kill Qin Zi.

In his eyes, one strike was more than enough to end Qin Zi's life.

"Brother Jiang, is there no way to…" Qi Huang tried to plead further, but Jiang Shennong interrupted him directly, "No need to say more! I've already given you face; don't push your luck, or I fear even you won't look good."

Qi Huang heard this and said no more.

He turned to Shui Qinghan with an apologetic look.

Shui Qinghan responded with a grateful expression—his master had already done more than enough by pleading for someone unrelated to him. Now, all they could hope for was that Qin Zi could survive this strike.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shennong, supported by countless streams of sword energy, slowly rose into the air, looking down at Qin Zi. "Did you hear me clearly?"

Qin Zi frowned and asked, "Are you really only going to use one strike?"

"One strike means one strike," Jiang Shennong replied coldly, his eyes flashing with a hint of ridicule—did Qin Zi think one strike was too few? He should be worried about whether he could survive it!

"One strike won't be enough," Qin Zi said, raising his head seriously.

Jiang Shennong's brow furrowed.

Qin Zi repeated firmly, "It really won't be enough."

"Fool!" To Jiang Shennong, this was pure provocation. He snorted coldly and unleashed his strike.

Swoosh!!

This sword strike had no special name, appearing to be an ordinary slash. However, as the sword cut through the air, the sword energy in the sky gathered into a thousand-meter-long beam of light, resplendent and magnificent, like the Milky Way hanging from the heavens!

One strike to pierce the sky—unstoppable and indomitable!

Yet, Qin Zi's expression remained calm. He stamped his right foot, and a massive golden shadow expanded behind him, instantly swelling to a height of a thousand meters!

The shadow was in Qin Zi's likeness but appeared even more majestic and imposing, like a divine being. Around its body, ten radiant halos circled, dazzling and awe-inspiring!

"One strike really isn't enough."

Qin Zi raised his middle finger slowly, and the colossal shadow behind him mirrored his action, holding up a single finger as a shield.

Ding—

In the next moment, the terrifying sword light struck the giant shadow's finger. With a sharp sound, the impact sent blinding light and shockwaves everywhere, making it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed.

When the onlookers managed to open their eyes again, they saw that the sword light had already dissipated. However, the tip of the giant shadow's middle finger had been chipped off, like the peak of a snow-capped mountain sliced off by a blade, slowly sliding down…

"Hiss!!"

"This… this is…"

"A fingernail?!"

"Such a terrifying sword strike, and all it did was clip a fingernail?!"

The crowd gasped in shock.

Everyone was overwhelmed by astonishment.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shennong, after a brief moment of disbelief and horror, found his expression growing darker. His eyes were locked onto Qin Zi with a murderous glare.

"I told you one strike wouldn't be enough, but you didn't listen," Qin Zi spread his hands, wiggling his ten fingers, and said with a teasing smile, "Didn't you see I have ten fingers? Who only trims one nail? At the very least, they should be symmetrical on both hands, right?"

Hiss!!

The crowd collectively gasped again.

Trimming nails!

For Qin Zi to utter such words—it was clear he was intentionally humiliating Jiang Shennong.

Jiang Shennong, as someone with the Body of Ten Thousand Swords, had declared confidently that one sword strike would kill. But now, in front of everyone, his strike had become nothing more than a nail trim. It was hard to imagine the shame and fury boiling inside him.

Crack, crack, crack.

Jiang Shennong clenched his fists so tightly that cracking sounds echoed from his hands. His pride was shattering, and his dignity was burning, driving him to the brink of madness.

Yet, he restrained himself.

After all, he had declared he would only use one strike. If he went back on his word now, it would be like slapping himself in the face.

At that moment, Qin Zi casually tossed a few spirit stones toward Jiang Shennong and smiled. "Even though your skill wasn't great, you should still get paid. Here you go."

Boom!

Jiang Shennong's mind exploded with rage.

His eyes locked onto Qin Zi, burning with killing intent. "You're courting death!!"

At this point, he no longer cared about his earlier promise. Being insulted to this degree, there was no way he could hold back—if he tolerated this, he would become a laughingstock!

Since that was the case, why endure?

"Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Tribulation!"

Jiang Shennong roared, and a radiant light erupted from his body. In the surrounding void, countless sword shadows appeared.

With a swing of his right hand, these sword shadows converged into a colossal sword river, rushing toward Qin Zi with an unstoppable force.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Every sword in the river was impossibly sharp. When tens of thousands of swords came together, nothing could stand in their way.

Qin Zi didn't dare underestimate this attack.

He took a deep breath, retracted the giant shadow into his body, and his aura surged. A layer of indestructible golden light appeared on his skin.

"Break!"

He punched forward, and a golden torrent surged forth, tearing through the sword river with overwhelming power.

In that instant, Jiang Shennong rode the sword river, appearing in front of Qin Zi with a swift horizontal slash.

Clang!!

Qin Zi's right hand, covered in golden light, met the sword with a punch. The collision of fist and sword created a dull echo, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Swoosh!

Jiang Shennong was sent flying backward for a dozen meters. He stomped the air with his right foot, springing forward like a leopard, his body twisting in the air to create dozens of afterimages. These afterimages attacked Qin Zi from all directions.

"Indestructible Golden Bell!"

A golden bell appeared around Qin Zi, a technique his father had taught him. His father hadn't passed on any overly profound skills, saying it wasn't good to aim too high.

Thus, despite knowing many advanced techniques, Qin Zi had always focused on mastering the skills his father had taught him.

Clang, clang, clang!

Sword after sword struck the golden bell, producing a rapid succession of ringing sounds, as though a torrential storm was pounding against a metal basin. Golden fragments flew in all directions, and deep sword marks began to appear on the bell.

"Hellfire Lotus!"

Qin Zi shouted, leaping into the air. The golden bell cracked open at the top, allowing him to soar skyward, where he formed a fire lotus and hurled it down below.

Boom!

A massive explosion turned the sky into a sea of fire. The violent shockwave spread out in all directions.

Boom!

Jiang Shennong's afterimages were all consumed by the explosion, forcing his true body back into view. He coughed up blood and was sent flying.

"Strike while he's down!"

Qin Zi spun through the air, transforming into a golden tornado. The bottom of the tornado was like a giant drill, rushing toward Jiang Shennong.

"Dream on!"

At the critical moment, a barrier of sword energy appeared around Jiang Shennong, clashing with the golden tornado.

Lying on his back, Jiang Shennong raised his right hand, pressing his two fingers together and pointing upward.

Boom!

A massive sword pillar shot upward, piercing through the tornado like a skewer through a cob of corn.

Swoosh, swoosh…

The tornado stopped spinning momentarily before collapsing entirely.

And in the heart of the shattered tornado, Qin Zi's figure descended rapidly, preparing a devastating palm strike from above.

"Heaven and Earth Overturn!"

As Qin Zi's palm descended, Jiang Shennong instinctively crossed his arms to form a shield.

But in the next moment, a massive earth dragon surged from the ground, catching him off guard and swallowing him whole from below.

Boom, boom, boom!

Qin Zi's palm struck the dragon's head, causing it to explode section by section, shattering completely from head to tail!

Once the earth dragon was entirely destroyed, Qin Zi retracted his hand and performed a graceful backflip, landing lightly on the ground. At that moment, his clothes disintegrated into ashes, revealing his well-defined muscles.

In front of him lay a hundred-meter-wide crater.

In the center of the crater, Jiang Shennong knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his golden sword. His hair hung messily over his face, and blood dripped from his mouth…