"Kneel down!" Gao Zheng bellowed in anger.
Gao Jianping, a thirty-year-old man, had no choice but to kneel upon hearing these words.
But he was very defiant, glaring at his father with resentment.
"Dad, what era do you think it is? Your methods are long out of date! Look at Wu Li, defeating so many masters on the arena, everyone is praising him, saying he's the spokesperson for Traditional Martial Arts. What Traditional Martial Arts needs now is not us clinging to old ways, but someone to stand up, bring change, and prove it to everyone!"
"Slap!"
Gao Zheng slapped Gao Jianping across the face, "You bastard!"
"Our ancestors set the rules, passed down their legacy, you say abandon them, you say change them? This is unfilial!"
"But what's the use of sticking to these rules? What's the use of practicing the fist so hard for so many years?" Gao Jianping also became enraged and roared back.
"Fine, I'll tell you what use it is!" Gao Zheng reddened with anger.
