Those words were like a knife to Truett''s heart.


    Truett dropped to his knees with a devastated look on his face.


    “Dad, I was defeated. Although I had powers of the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s Seventh Tribtion, I


    still lost to a man on the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s First Tribtion.”


    Truett cried dejectedly, “I am no longer the peerless fighter or the son that you take pride in!”


    There was a loud sound as Yegor threw a p across Truett''s face.


    Truett''s eyes were bright with unshed tears as he looked up at Yegor. “I''m a shame to the Sk


    group!”


    Yegor pped Truett in the face again, and he even gave him a heavy kick on the stomach.


    “You should punish me, Dad.” Truett pushed himself up and continued kneeling. “I''ve lost


    everything. I might as well just die.”


    "If those are your honest feelings, I can always do you a favor and exterminate you. I''ll just assume


    that I''ve never had a son,” Yegor said in a frigid tone.


    Truett lifted his gaze. “Dad...”N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    “Don’t call me that.” Yegor furrowed his brows. “My son is not a coward like you.”


    He grabbed Truett by the cor and pulled him up.


    "A peerless fighter? The son that I take pride in?" Yegor repeated those words. “Isn''t that just an


    illusion you''ve persuaded yourself to believe in?


    “When ites to mastering the Genesis Power, no one would dare im that they are matchless


    or unbeatable. Even Franciscus, who had made a name for himself across the various Genesis


    Worlds, would not say something like that.”


    Truett was momentarily stunned as he listened to his father''s words.


    “Do you know why you''ve failed?” Yegor asked, “It''s because of that blind confidence and arrogance


    of yours!


    “You think you''re unbeatable just because you''ve defeated a couple of cultivators?”


    Yegor pulled Truett closer and stared into his eyes. “Even I have lost countless battles before


    reaching where I am today. As long as you still have a breath left in you, you have a chance to get


    back up and redeem yourself someday.


    “I''ve learned a lot from those failed experiences. However, as long as you believe in yourself and


    remain steadfast, you will be able to achieve your dreams and goals eventually.”


    Then, Yegor flung him away forcefully. Truett crashed into the wall and dropped onto the floor.


    He coughed up some blood. Still, Truett climbed to his feet and straightened himself.


    “Dad, do you think that I''m such a fickle person? I''m not afraid of losing, nor do I think that I''m


    completely unbeatable. However, it is different this time, and I still find it hard toe to terms


    with my loss.”


    Yegor snorted. “It is what it is, and you have to learn how to deal with your losses. We live in a world


    where many talented and skilled cultivators are produced from time to time. You should learn from


    each of your losses and use that to better yourself.”


    “Despite the huge difference between our cultivation ranks, I couldn''t fight back even once!” Truett


    said in a raised voice, “I waspletely overpowered!”


    Yegor''s eyes widened in surprise.


    Technically speaking, even though Truett had suppressed ny percent of his powers, he would still


    be able to defend himself from James’ attacks. Truett''s cultivation rank was six ranks higher than


    James’ after all.


    Then, Yegor recalled James’ techniques like the Golden Body and the Marciais Combat Form.


    His anger subsided a little. Yegor sat in the chair Truett was sitting on earlier. “Come here and tell


    me what happened that day.”


    Truett let out a small sigh. He walked over to Yegor''s side and knelt again. Then, Truett shared the


    details of the battle between him and James.


    After a while, Yegor had a look of astonishment on his face. “That means he can defeat any


    cultivators below the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s Eighth Tribtion by relying on the Golden Body and


    Marciais Combat Form?”


    “I think so.” Truett nodded. “From what I''ve seen, he can probably defeat Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s


    Eighth Tribtion cultivators too.”


    Yegor picked up a cup from the table and muttered in a low voice, “After all this time, are we about


    to witness the rise of another genius cultivator like Franciscus Yun?”