"No, no, no!!!"
Xu Jianhua and the others stared in horror. Three more of their companions had died at Xia Ping's hands. They felt as though a demon's enormous hand had clamped around their hearts, leaving them barely able to breathe.
These three upperclassmen were among the best fighters in their group, and had a good chance of advancing to the Martial Master Realm. But now they were dead, killed by a single move from Xia Ping. They hadn't even been able to get close to him.
"You bastard, go to hell!"
"You killed our people. I'll take your life!"
"Go to hell, you beast! Someone like you doesn't deserve to live in this world!"
At that moment, three more upperclassmen charged forward. One wielded a spear, another a broadsword, and the last a longsword. Each was an expert in the eighteen traditional weapons.
One thrust his spear at Xia Ping's head. A glint flashed through the night as the spearhead drove forward with enough force to pierce anything. It was unbreakable; even titanium alloy could have been pierced with ease.
Another brought his broadsword down on Xia Ping's back from above. The strike was powerful and heavy, as if he meant to split Mount Hua in two. His blade carried the might of a fierce tiger, roaring through the air and seeming to crack the earth beneath it.
The third slashed at Xia Ping's chest with his sword. It moved as fast as a silver snake, its angle treacherous and its attack vicious. A terrifying killing intent radiated from it, chilling anyone who felt it.
"That kid's dead," Xu Jianhua sneered, his eyes venomous as a viper's.
The others nodded, convinced there was no chance of anything else happening.
The three had seized the moment when Xia Ping killed