"Fine, let's spar. But what you're doing is clearly challenging our club on its own turf—and assaulting people."
Ju Zijian said angrily, "Who comes charging in like you did, injuring more than ten of our gatekeeping disciples and acting with such reckless abandon? What kind of challenger behaves like that?"
"Apologize immediately, or I won't let you off."
He cursed furiously, trying to use moral outrage to restrain Xia Ping.
"Are you afraid?"
Xia Ping sighed up at the sky. "You've really disappointed me. I thought everyone who joined the Blade Technique Club was a fearless, invincible tough guy, unafraid of anything. But look at you now—cowardly, timid, afraid of trouble. You're no better than a bunch of wimps. You don't even have the guts to fight me. You're worse than the Kendo Club."
"Even though the Kendo Club lost and was wiped out, at least they fought to the very end. They had some real backbone. But what about you? You don't even have the courage to fight. How can people like you be proud to study blade techniques?"
He looked at them with disdain.
"What did you say?!" Ju Zijian and the others glared at Xia Ping, their anger brewing. They felt as if he had just slapped them hard across the face.
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. "Am I wrong? A true master of blade techniques would rather break than bend, unstoppable, with the unmatched resolve to slay every enemy."
"Look at yourselves. You don't even have the courage. How are you fit to study blade techniques? You're completely useless. Go back to farming."
"Fine. I won't bother you today, lest people accuse me of bullying a bunch of cowards."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Stop right there!"
Ju Zijian stepped forward