"You spoke out of turn, so I'm punishing you by making you kneel here for half an hour."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, speaking coolly to the Kendo Club's upperclassmen before him. He sounded just like an emperor issuing orders to disloyal ministers, with an unmistakable air of authority.
"You!"
The three upperclassmen were so furious they nearly spat blood. Making them kneel there for half an hour was no different from forcing them to parade through the streets in disgrace. They'd lose all face and become a laughingstock at Yanhuang University. How could they ever hold their heads up again?
They were all beside themselves with rage and tried to get up, but it was completely impossible. Xia Ping's palm strike had nearly shattered the bones in their legs. They couldn't summon any strength at all.
"That's too much! Let them go at once!"
The other Kendo Club members were furious. Making three upperclassmen kneel in front of everyone was a slap in the face to their club and a trampling of their dignity.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
In an instant, five or six upperclassmen rushed over, trying to rescue the three men.
Thud!
Without even looking, Xia Ping struck out with a palm. Like a gale, it slammed into all six, unleashing a flood of power that no one could withstand.
They let out piercing screams as they were sent flying, one after another crashing into the wall. Cracks rang out, rubble scattered, and their bodies smashed deep, human-shaped craters into the stone.
They spat out mouthfuls of blood and lost the strength to fight.
"Anyone else want to stick up for them? Come on, then. If I can't take you down with one punch, I lose."
Xia Ping's gaze swept over the Kendo Club