Pick on your own face!
The Elite Students all bared their teeth. After seeing that guy fight, who would be stupid enough to challenge him? They'd just be handing the kid their Energy Stones. Who'd be dumb enough to do that?
They were confident in their own fighting ability, too, but they were about on par with Xie Hao, maybe a little stronger at most—and not by much.
But this kid was ridiculously strong. He'd beaten Xie Hao senseless, completely overwhelming him. Seeing that, even the most confident among them couldn't claim they'd win.
"Senior, you're so tall and muscular. Your martial skills must be incredible. Why don't you come into the Combat Room and give me some pointers?" Xia Ping stepped forward and greeted an Elite Student who stood two meters tall, with muscles like stone. He was all smiles.
Give you pointers? My ass!
The muscle-bound man's mouth twitched. This bastard had beaten Xie Hao so badly he couldn't fight back, and had taken down seven or eight Elite Students in a row. His martial skills were already practically master-level. What did he need pointers from him for?
Clearly, the guy was just trying to swindle him out of his Energy Stones. He could see right through his sinister intentions.
"Sorry, junior. My stomach suddenly hurts, and I'm out of energy. I'll give you pointers next time."
The muscle-bound man smiled insincerely and clutched his stomach, letting out a loud cry of pain before turning and running. He made a quick getaway, afraid Xia Ping would catch him. He'd end up just as miserable as Xie Hao.
"Senior Baldy, I see you practice spear techniques. You've nearly reached the point of perfection, and every gesture of yours has the bearing of a king. Why don't we go into