The next day, news that Xia Ping had crushed the Blade Technique Club and the Kendo Club spread throughout Yanhuang University. The students were all in an uproar, but Xia Ping paid no attention to what was going on around him. This was only the beginning. He was going to visit the various clubs one by one.
"Damn it, he's here! That bastard Xia Ping really came!"
"That bastard crushed the Kendo Club and the Blade Technique Club, and now he's here to cause trouble at our Hidden Weapon Club?!"
"Get him! Everyone, attack together! We don't need to go easy on a thug like him."
"Find more people! Hurry and pile on him. I refuse to believe he's got three heads and six arms."
"Give it everything you've got! Our Hidden Weapon Club isn't full of useless trash like the Kendo Club and Blade Technique Club. We won't be wiped out so easily, and we won't let him take our plaque!"
The members of the Hidden Weapon Club shouted angrily, glaring at Xia Ping as he came to challenge them.
"The Kendo Club and Blade Technique Club said the same thing, but you know how things turned out for them." Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. "Surrender, kneel, and apologize, and I'll let you off this once."
"Like hell you will!"
"Does our Hidden Weapon Club need you to let us off?!"
"Xia, you thief! Go to hell!"
"Attack his lower body! Smash his balls!"
The members of the Hidden Weapon Club flew into a rage and immediately hurled hidden weapons at Xia Ping. But every attack was blocked by his Northern Underworld Body Protection Art, and the weapons all became piles of scrap metal.
"Since you won't take a hint!" Xia Ping charged in, unleashing