Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

The boss was an old man with a weathered face. He looked up.

He saw Chen Qingshan, and then looked at Chen Xing.

He paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Qingshan? Your son? He's grown so much!"

"Okay, okay, almost done!"

The noodles were served quickly, steaming hot and with a wonderful aroma.

Chen Qingshan put the beef and egg from his bowl.

He picked up most of it and put it into Chen Xing's bowl:

"Eat more, you're still growing and cultivation is very taxing."

Chen Xing didn't say anything and ate silently.

The taste was exactly the same as the taste his father occasionally brought him when he was a child.

But back then, my father would always finish his meal quickly and leave in a hurry.

I've been in the womb for eighteen years.

Like today, the father and son are sitting face to face, slowly eating a bowl of noodles. It seems to be... the first time.

After breakfast, we continued our stroll.

They went to Wubei Street, a place Chen Xing had been visiting frequently lately.

But it feels different when I'm with my father.

Chen Qingshan recounted the origins of each shop to him as if they were his own treasures.

Which company makes the best weapons? Which company uses the best materials?

Which business owners are unscrupulous, and which businesses were left behind by the older generation of demon hunters?

"This 'Iron-Blooded Weapons Shop' is owned by a one-eyed man. Although he has a bad temper, he is honest and his craftsmanship is the best on the street."

"If you ever need anything in the future, you can contact him. Just mention my name, and he won't dare to cheat you."

Chen Qingshan pointed to the sign that displayed the giant monster skull and said.

Chen Xing remembered that he bought his dragon spine staff from here and nodded.

At noon, Chen Qingshan brought Chen Xing along.

We entered a well-known restaurant in the old town of Shenzhen.

Jufenglou is said to be a time-honored restaurant with a history of over a hundred years.

He ordered a table full of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

"Here you go, son, eat!"

Chen Qingshan placed a large chicken leg on Chen Xing's plate and poured himself a glass of wine.

But this time I didn't drink it as heartily as yesterday; I just sipped it slowly.

A satisfied smile graced his face.

"I used to think that when you grew up and became successful, Dad would be able to enjoy life."

"Now you've really made something of yourself, the top scorer in the country. Dad is so happy."

"It feels a little...uncomfortable. It feels like you're about to fly away."

Chen Xing put down his chopsticks and looked at his father.

Chen Qingshan's temples were already graying, and the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper.

But those eyes, at that moment, shone with an astonishing brightness, filled with pride for him.

It also carried a touch of sadness about the impending separation.

"Dad, I'm just going to school, it's not like I'm not coming back."

Chen Xing said, his tone much gentler than usual.

"I know, I know."

Chen Qingshan waved his hand and took another sip of wine.

"I just feel that time flies by so fast."

"In the blink of an eye, that little bean sprout who used to follow me around like that is back then."

"You've grown into a man capable of standing alone and slaying third-tier demonic beasts. Dad... I'm so proud of you."

The father and son ate and chatted, reminiscing about Chen Xing's childhood.

They talked about their experiences with cultivation and the changes that have taken place in Shenzhen over the years.

They talked about their plans for the future.

The meal lasted a long time, and we talked a lot.

In the afternoon, as Chen Qingshan left the restaurant, he suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at his son, a glint of eager fighting spirit flashing in his eyes:

"Son, you are now at the peak of the second realm, and so is your father."

"How about it? Come with Dad to the training ground and have a spar? Let Dad see just how good my son really is!"

Chen Xing looked at the familiar look in his father's eyes.

The radiance of a martial artist smiled and said, "Good."

The public training ground under the Shenzhen Demon Hunter Association.

Chen Qingshan used his elite demon hunter identity card to rent a medium-sized arena.

Somehow the news got out, reaching several acquaintances.

The demon hunter uncles who weren't on a mission today rushed over upon hearing the news, excitedly gathering around the arena.

"Hey! Old Chen! Not bad! You want to spar with your son?"

"Xiao Xing, don't hold back for your dad! Give him a good beating!"

"Old Chen, don't let yourself get caught off guard and lose to your son; that would be embarrassing!"

Chen Qingshan responded with a few words of laughter and scolding, and took off his coat.

He showed off his well-built upper body, despite his advanced age.

But the muscle definition remains clear, exuding a sense of power.

He pulled out the sword that had been with him for half his life.

The C-grade battle knife, its blade riddled with fine notches, was held in my hand.

His entire demeanor suddenly changed, transforming from a loving father into a battle-hardened demon hunter.

Chen Xing also stepped onto the arena and took off the Dragon Spine Staff from his back.

He held it in his hand and looked calmly at his father.

"Kid, go all out! Let Dad see what you're really made of! Don't hold back!"

Chen Qingshan laughed loudly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

With a powerful push of his foot, he launched the first attack!

His steps were steady and swift, and his battle blade flashed with a sharp, cold light as he headed straight for Chen Xing's central path!

The knife skills are simple and direct, without too many fancy tricks.

Yet it possessed a ferocity honed in the wilderness, with every move aimed at vital points!

Chen Xing's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be negligent.

My father's knife skills seem ordinary.

In reality, it requires countless refinements and is all about delivering a fatal blow.

He swung the Dragon Spine Staff in his hand, unleashing the perfected Mountain-Crushing Staff Technique.

Whether parrying, deflecting force, or counterattacking, they clashed fiercely with their father's battle sword!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the training ground, sparks flying everywhere!

The father and son moved swiftly across the arena, their swords and staffs flashing, a dazzling display of skill.

Chen Qingshan's knife is fast, ruthless, and accurate.

With his seasoned experience, he could always seize the subtle gaps in Chen Xing's moves and launch a fierce counterattack.

Chen Xing's staff, on the other hand, was heavy, fierce, and steady, with astonishing power.

The moves are exquisite, especially the combo of [Rising Dragon Staff] and [Press Down].

Its immense power forced Chen Qingshan to temporarily retreat.

The two exchanged blows, going back and forth for over thirty rounds in an instant.

The battle was intense, and the demon hunters watching from below the stage cheered and exclaimed how exciting it was.

"Good lad! That's impressive staff technique!"

"Old Chen's skills are still sharp! His swordsmanship is still as ruthless as ever!"

"Xiao Xing's strength, wow, can someone at the peak of the second realm have this much power? He's a monster!"

Chen Xingneng could sense that although his father's knife was fierce, he always held back a bit of strength, for fear of hurting himself.

Moreover, his father's aura was no longer at its peak; after a long battle, it had become slightly disordered.

He himself only used about 50% of his strength.

Furthermore, the passive effects of [Battle Intent] and [Indestructible Vajra] were deliberately suppressed.

He fought his father purely with his staff skills and physical strength.

Even so, after fifty rounds.

Chen Qingshan's powerful split attack was blocked and knocked back by Chen Xing, who then took a few steps back to create distance.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

But his face was full of a joyful and gratified smile, and he waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, that's enough! If we keep fighting, these old bones of mine will really fall apart!"

He sheathed his sword and walked up to Chen Xing.

He patted his son's shoulder hard, his eyes filled with pride:

"Good lad! You're really something! Better than your dad was back then!"

"That staff technique, that power, that reaction... Dad's impressed! If this keeps up, I'll definitely lose!"

Chen Xing also put away his stick and stood up, slightly out of breath, looking at his father:

"Dad, your swordsmanship is amazing. I can't match your combat experience."

"Hahaha! You little rascal, you've learned how to flatter now?"

Chen Qingshan laughed, but his eyes were slightly red. He put his arm around his son's shoulder, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Dad is getting old. From now on, you'll have to walk your own path."

"But remember, no matter where you go or what happens, home is always here, and Dad is always here."

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