Huo Tianxing was knocked to the ground with a punch, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, the metallic smell of it rushing into his nostrils.
Among all of Huo Zongtao's dissatisfactions with him, the most significant one was his combat power. Despite the teachings of so many instructors, and his own earnest efforts, it was still insufficient.
His ears were ringing, and the whole world seemed to spin. He struggled just to stand up.
"Cough..."
Huo Zongtao made an effort to calm his own fury, his left hand supporting a corner of the desk, his right hand clutching at his chest.
The overwhelming anger caused him to lose control in an instant.
"So, after all these years, this is what you think of me."
"Fine, that's great."
Huo Zongtao straightened up, reverting to his former state—exuding an aura of overwhelming authority, his anger even amplifying his presence.
