Bam!
A fist suddenly smashed out, and Ricken was sent flying backward. He knew he'd probably said the wrong thing again, so he stood up in silence, waiting for his father's scolding.
Rickett shouted angrily:
"I'm strict with you, not so you can just get some measly first place in an exchange event. I want you to become a fighter! A fighter, do you understand?"
Unlike Ji Xuantong, who only had a daughter and she only has an intermediate root bone, Rickett had three kids in one go—and they all turned out with low class root bones.
Relatively speaking, Ricken had the best talent among them.
In his younger years, Rickett had traveled across the ocean to Da Xia, worked hard, and carved out a foundation for himself on this land where martial arts thrives. He needed an heir.
But without fighter-level cultivation, how could one inherit the Fighting Hall?
