"Still angry? You're not convinced?"
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved. He didn't take this crowd seriously at all. "But it's no use. No matter how angry a bunch of ants get, a human can still squash them with one slap and leave nothing behind."
"I crippled Mu Haoran with one punch. What can the rest of you do?"
"And don't say I'm picking on you or using my strength to bully the weak. I'll just stand here and let you hit me. If you can break through my defenses and make me take even half a step back, I'll admit defeat."
He spoke in a tone that was infuriating beyond belief.
"Ahhh! This kid is begging for a beating. I can't put up with this bastard for another second!"
"He even dares to stand there and let us hit him? There's a limit to how much you can look down on people!"
"What are you afraid of? If this kid wants to die, let's grant his wish!"
"Let's attack together and beat this bastard until he's paralyzed!"
The Kendo Club members were thoroughly provoked. Even the mildest person had a temper, and if they didn't respond to a taunt like this, they really would be cowards.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In an instant, dozens of Kendo Club experts leaped forward, drew their swords, and slashed at Xia Ping, trying to cut him down.
But the outcome was only to be expected. Xia Ping circulated the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art, and the sword energy was repelled at once, resounding with a series of thuds. Not a single attack could break through his defenses.
Rumble~
As the attacks struck him, waves of warmth immediately surged through Xia Ping's body. It was as though the force of countless