Qin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the father and son wrestling in the courtyard.
Dust billowed, mixed with heavy breathing and suppressed roars.
Sun Neng, the former head of the family, now had bruises all over his face, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and looked like a mad tiger, clinging tightly to his son's leg.
Sun Yu, young and strong, had tears of humiliation and flames of anger on his face as he punched his father's back repeatedly, making dull thuds.
In Qin Yang's eyes, this scene of father and son killing each other was nothing more than the struggle of ants.
It's boring, but it can kill some time.
He watched as Sun Neng tried to tear at his son's trouser leg with his teeth, and then watched as Sun Yu kicked him away, sending him rolling on the ground.
"Cough cough..." Sun Neng coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, staring at his son with resentment in his eyes, and then looking at Qin Yang with a hint of pleading.
Qin Yang's gaze remained unwavering, as if he were watching two wild dogs fighting over food.
He finally started to feel a bit bored.
Qin Yang's cold voice, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, suddenly rang out, drowning out the father and son's panting and roaring.
"Why don't you two have a fight?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the entangled father and son.
Both of them paused for a moment.
Qin Yang's lips curled into a faint smile, tinged with amusement and indifference.
"Whoever wins, I can give him a chance."
An opportunity.
It could be a chance to survive, or it could be a chance to sink deeper into hell.
But for the Sun family father and son at this moment, these four words seemed to contain infinite magic.
These words were spoken.
Sun Neng's previously unfocused eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light!
He didn't even look at the astonishment and hesitation on his son's face.
Chance!
Qin Yang gave me this opportunity!
This thought, like wildfire, instantly burned away the last remaining thread of father-son affection in his heart.
"roar!"
Like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, Sun Neng sprang up from the ground and, with all his might, delivered a powerful straight punch to his son's face, which was right in front of him!
This punch was fast, accurate, and ruthless.
It's a completely desperate fighting style!
Sun Yu had no idea that his father would be so resolute and so quick.
He could even smell the foul stench of blood and sweat emanating from his father's fist.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
A solid punch landed hard on Sun Yu's nose.
Sun Yu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by an indescribable, excruciating pain accompanied by a tingling sensation that shot straight to his head.
Warm liquid gushed out instantly, staining half of his face red.
My nose is broken!
"ah!"
Sun Yu let out a painful scream, covered his nose and staggered back, tears and blood mingling together, looking utterly disheveled.
"Old man! You...you really dare?"
Sun Yu was shocked and furious, but even more so, he felt a deep sense of shame and indignation at being betrayed by his closest relatives!
Looking at his father's face, contorted with exertion and contorted with excitement, the last trace of hesitation in his heart vanished.
"I kill you!"
Enraged, the advantage of youth instantly became apparent.
Sun Yu wiped the blood off his face and charged forward like an enraged lion cub.
He is faster and stronger.
A vicious sweeping leg kick.
Sun Neng had just succeeded, but his old forces had been exhausted and new forces had not yet emerged. How could he possibly dodge in time?
"Thump!"
Sun Neng was swept to the ground, his head hitting the hard bluestone slab with a dull thud.
"Well……"
Sun Neng's vision went black, and he felt dizzy.
But Sun Yu's attacks did not stop.
He lunged forward, straddled his father, and rained down punches upon him.
"Hit me? You old geezer, what right do you have to hit me?!"
"This house should have been mine long ago!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Every punch lands squarely.
Sun Yu acted like a madman, unleashing all his resentment, anger, and unwillingness onto his fists.
He was blinded by rage and completely forgot that this was his father.
Sun Neng was able to struggle a few times at first, waving his arms to block and uttering indistinct curses.
But soon, his movements became slower and slower, and his voice became softer and softer.
Blood kept seeping from his mouth, nose, and ears, staining the ground beneath him red.
Qin Yang stood not far away, his hands still behind his back, watching this scene expressionlessly.
It felt like watching a meticulously choreographed play.
Intense, primal, filled with humanity's ugliest desires and struggles.
There was even a hint of approval in his eyes.
It seems to be praising Sun Yu for being ruthless and fast.
In the courtyard, only Sun Yu's heavy breathing and the grating thud of his fists hitting flesh could be heard.
Sun Neng's body was no longer moving; only the slightest rise and fall proved that he still had a breath left.
"Huff... huff..."
Sun Yu was also tired, so he stopped and looked at his dying father beneath him with a complicated expression.
There was exhilaration, bewilderment, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.
He won.
As agreed, he won the opportunity.
He raised his head and looked at Qin Yang, his eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
The playful smile on Qin Yang's lips seemed to deepen slightly.
Very good, decisive enough.
It's a usable piece of material, although it's a bit dirty.
Qin Yang made his own assessment and finally took a step forward.
This step, seemingly carrying invisible pressure, made Sun Yu, who had just vented his animalistic desires, feel a tightness in his heart.
He was ready to harvest.
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