"Xia Ping!"
Jiang Yaru, Chu Rong, and Nangong Wu were all startled. Their faces tense with worry, they tried to rush over, but the moment they got close, their minds grew hazy.
This mental force covered a wide area. Anyone who entered its range would be affected.
They were frantic with worry. They knew Xia Ping's proud nature. If he were forced to kneel in front of so many people, it would be a humiliation he could never live down.
"Big bro!"
Feng Hetang was frantic too, but there was nothing he could do. He could only shout loudly, hoping to bring Xia Ping back to his senses.
"It's over. Xia Ping's finished."
"That mental attack is terrifying. Anyone with even slightly weaker mental strength can't resist it. It's practically invincible."
"If that kid were a seventh-stage martial artist, he might be able to hold out. But he's only a fifth-stage martial artist. He's no match for Lv Weihai."
"The top freshman is actually going to kneel before the seventh-ranked freshman. Xia Ping will probably become the laughingstock of the school."
"That's what happens to a fraud. He has no strength, yet he wants to claim the throne. Isn't that just asking for death?"
"This is a good chance for that kid to see how strong he really is. He shouldn't think he can win everything just because he got in through the back door. Without strength, he's nothing but an ant."
The many students sneered as they watched the show from the sidelines. They were sure Xia Ping would be humiliated this time, and that the shame would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Well done! That bastard finally got what was coming to him." Zhong Yuan felt so relieved he could have howled at the sky.