Father clenched his fists and roared in anger as he charged at Lin Beichen again, like a beast that had lost its mind, frantically attacking to salvage some dignity.
However, Lin Beichen stood still as if motionless, like a towering mountain, unwavering as Father swung his fist toward him. In that moment, he directly reached out and grasped Father's wrist.
"Crack," Father instantly heard the sound of his bone fracturing, followed by a surge of agony from his wrist.
He gritted his teeth, his face turning pale, as sweat quickly formed on his forehead.
"Ah!" He couldn't help but cry out in pain and loosen his fist.
"What? With just this amount of skill, you want to challenge me?" Lin Beichen sneered at Father's agonized expression and spoke slowly.
"It seems you're still a bit too green."
This tone, at this moment, sounded full of disdain and contempt to Father, making him feel immensely humiliated and furious.
