Su Bing had always wanted to spar with his father, and now—finally—an opportunity had presented itself. While he lacked Su Li's natural talent for martial arts, he was by no means weak. His sweeping kick had been praised by Su Shen himself.
With a deep breath, Su Bing focused, then launched his attack. His leg shot out in a flawless arc, aiming to take his father down.
And yet, the moment his strike made contact, it was as if he had kicked a mountain. Su Shen remained completely unmoved, standing firm like an immovable force of nature.
Su Shen barely looked impressed. "Now, go sweep your brother. Su Li, if you fall, you'll obediently continue your weighted horse stance training."
Su Bing turned to Su Li, who barely had time to react before Su Bing's leg struck. A split second later—bam!—Su Li was sprawled on the ground.
As if that weren't enough, a terrible crash followed. The unmistakable sound of breaking pottery filled the air. Su Li's eyes widened in horror.
