Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 3 My Son Has the Potential of a Master

"OK."

Hong Jie was waiting for this very sentence.

He walked to the designated table for the competition and briefly explained the rules to the old man.

"Foreman Wang, come over here and be the referee!" Hong Jie waved and shouted.

Seeing the spectacle, Foreman Wang and several of his workers quickly gathered around: "Ha, the son slaps the father."

"Are you really going to fight?"

"Really!" the Hong father and son exclaimed in unison.

"Dad, you're older, you go first."

Hong Jie gripped the two corners of the table, his feet planted firmly on the ground like nails.

Hong Jianguo took a slight breath and channeled his inner energy into his palm.

Hong Jie was genuinely nervous; the old man had a murderous glint in his eyes, and might just kill his own family member in a show of loyalty.

Hong Jianguo used his right hand to strike.

Hong Jie quickly circulated his internal energy, and the Golden Bell Shield condensed on his left cheek.

His mastery of the Golden Bell Shield technique is not high, far from being able to cover his entire body, and its defensive power is not at its maximum, but it should be enough to deal with ordinary slaps.

As Hong Jianguo gathered his strength, he made his first attempt.

Foreman Wang began counting: "Three."

"two."

"one!"

Snapped!

Hong Jianguo slapped Hong Jie across the face.

What seemed like a thunderbolt actually lost most of its force the moment it hit the son's face.

I'm so reluctant to part with it!

hum!

Hong Jie felt the noodles ripple and burn slightly, but there wasn't much pain; it was much milder than he had imagined.

The Hung family's kung fu is amazing! Really amazing!

You unleash your Iron Palm technique!

I have an invincible shield!

You use the Golden Bell Shield.

I unleash my Iron Palm!

He felt so happy inside that he wanted to hum a song!

"Hehe, Dad, you can't do it either," Hong Jie said with a sly smile.

Hong Jianguo's eyes widened, and he licked his lips with a very unpleasant feeling.

Even though his slap dissipated most of its force, it was still a powerful blow.

I thought I could finally get rid of all the evil spirits my son had.

To my surprise, the kid's face looked like it was covered in cement. When I slapped him, my palm stung from the impact.

Hey!

This is weird.

Am I really getting old?

"Dad, it's my turn," Hong Jie said with a wink and a smile.

"Tch, with your strength that's so strong you can't even kill a mosquito, who could you possibly hurt?"

Hong Jianguo curled his lip in disdain.

Even so, seeing Hong Jie's furtive look, he decided to take precautions.

Hong Jianguo took a deep breath, tightened his belt, and activated the "fake Golden Bell Shield," his cheeks instantly turning bright red.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as Foreman Wang finished speaking, Hong Jie unleashed 70% of his inner strength with an Iron Sand Palm strike.

Snapped!

The slap landed on Hong Jianguo's face like a cannonball.

Hong Jianguo's vision went black, and he flew out along with the table, collapsing to the ground and sobbing.

"Holy crap, that slap made the person's head smoke." Foreman Wang stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

Hong Jie was also dumbfounded.

After unlocking the Awakening panel, he practiced on the school's sand pile and on Liu Mei's pert buttocks, but never actually fought anyone.

Liu Mei, a petite woman, could handle it and even seemed to enjoy it.

How could the stake that Dad has kept for so many years fly away?

It's wicked!

Fortunately, I only used 70% of my internal energy. If I had used a solid attack, I could have started the feast.

"Quick, save them!"

"The old man's gone mad!"

One of the quick-thinking coworkers shouted.

Everyone pressed on the philtrum, bled, and fanned the area.

After a while, Hong Jianguo woke up groggily: "Who am I? Where am I? Where is Caiyun?

"Dad, Mom is making you chicken soup at home. Are you alright?" Hong Jie quickly helped him sit down on the chair and applied some medicated oil to his temples.

"You're such a heartless kid, how could you kill your own father?" Foreman Wang complained to Hong Jie when he saw that Hong Jianguo's soul was scattered.

Hong Jie felt ashamed inwardly.

Who knew Iron Palm was so powerful?

Hong Jianguo, his hands trembling, raised them and cried, "No, no, don't scold me! Hit me! Good for you!"

"Why are you beating so well?"

"Old Hong, he's trying to kill you. He wants to eat at your feast and rip you off."

"Your son is no good!"

Foreman Wang felt that the old man had been knocked into a daze.

"You don't understand!"

Hong Jianguo pointed at Hong Jie, his eyes brightening with relief:

"My son Hongjie has the potential to be a master."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fainted again.

……

night.

When Hongjie got home, his mother gave him a severe beating and didn't even let him eat dinner. She locked him in the yard to reflect on his actions for a month.

I've seen fathers beat their sons.

I've never seen a son beat his father to death.

If you want money, just say so. Where did you learn such underhanded tricks?

This is outrageous, you unfilial son!

Hong Jie was drinking tea to stave off hunger when Hong Jianguo, with an ice pack on his face, came out, groaning "Ouch, ouch."

"Dad, be careful. Why are you up so late?" Hong Jie quickly helped him sit down on the stone bench in the yard.

"It's okay, you won't die."

Hong Jianguo pursed his cheeks.

If it weren't for the burning pain on his face, he wouldn't have believed that his dough son had such a unique skill.

"Xiao Jie, try that." He pointed to the bricks in the corner.

Hong Jie picked up a brick and slashed with his palm like a knife.

Click!

He chopped down more than a dozen bricks in one go.

He picked up another piece and smashed it to pieces on his forehead.

"Dad, all that training in Iron Palm and Golden Bell Shield wasn't for nothing, was it? Can I participate in the slapping contest now?" Hong Jie asked, brushing the brick fragments off his body and tilting his chin.

Hong Jianguo was dumbfounded.

He was good at splitting bricks when he was young.

But I would never dare to break a brick on my forehead.

This kid's got real talent!

As a martial arts fanatic, Hong Jianguo quickly pulled his son over and examined his hands closely.

Her ten fingers were slender and white like bamboo shoots, without a single callus.

The Iron Palm technique requires years of honing with iron sand, which is simply unscientific.

"Tell me quickly, how did you manage to master this skill?" he asked hastily.

Hong Jie certainly couldn't tell him that most of his Iron Palm technique was honed on Liu Mei's shapely buttocks.

"Dad, you're a master."

"I've been exposed to this since I was little, and I secretly grasped its essence long ago. When I had nothing to do in college, I practiced randomly, and I never expected to actually succeed," Hong Jie said casually.

"Have you lost your virginity?" Hong Jianguo asked.

Hong Jie blushed and said awkwardly, "I got together with Liu Mei in my freshman year..."

Hong Jianguo looked incredulous: "But the book says that to practice this skill, one must remain a virgin."

Hong Jie retorted, "You must be mistaken. I remember it clearly said, 'To practice this skill, one must lose one's virginity.'"

"Yeah?"

"Then all those decades of my life were wasted, making your mother wait for me for so many years."

"Oh no, where's my book?"

Hong Jianguo was furious and extremely frustrated. So, the reason he hadn't succeeded in his training was because he got married too late?

"My grandma burned it a long time ago."

"Alright, Dad, is it so hard for you to admit I'm a martial arts prodigy?"

"Let's think about how, while you still have traffic, the two of us can grow your account so we can get into Power Slap and play professionally."

"As long as I have real skills, I will definitely win several gold belts and become a source of pride for the Chinese people."

Fearing he might reveal his mistake by saying too much, Hong Jie quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Well, what do you think?" Hong Jianguo asked.

"You know, only incompetent people spend money to hire actors."

"I don't need it."

"We can save a lot of money on this."

"Don't netizens all say you're stubborn and want to tear your mouth apart?"

"Why don't you just stick to your guns and be in charge of attracting hatred and luring people to the martial arts school? I'll be in charge of making our Hong family martial arts school proud and giving them a good thrashing."

"This way, I can gain traffic and improve my practical skills at the same time, without neglecting either."

Hong Jie revealed the plan.

"Tear my mouth apart? Who, who has the ability to do that?" Upon hearing this, Hong Jianguo became displeased again.

"Yes, yes."

"That's just my analogy." Hong Jie was truly impressed by this old man's stubbornness.

"I just checked the information. The PS competition you mentioned is indeed an international competition, and you can even fight the Japanese. With your skill level, as long as you don't fight in the heavyweight or super heavyweight categories, you should be fine."

"It would be great if our Hong family could produce a world champion."

"Fine, I'll swallow my pride and argue with netizens. Whether it will attract any attention is another matter."

Hong Jianguo gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Let's go, let's start the broadcast!" he said, standing up.

"No, Dad, your face is still swollen, and you're already broadcasting?" Hong Jie was deeply moved; his own father was truly supportive.

"Your face is all swollen from being slapped, but you're still stubborn. Isn't that making it easier for you to bleed?" Hong Jianguo laughed loudly.

"Dad, you understand the power of data traffic."

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