"Come on, say something. Why'd you stop? Your dad's waiting for you."
Xia Ping said casually, "Don't think you can avoid this by pretending to be unconscious. I'm not falling for that."
He cracked his knuckles, ready to go over and beat Rat Fifth Son awake.
"That's too much!"
A demon stepped forward and glared at Xia Ping. "Brother Rat is already half-paralyzed and unconscious because of you, and you shameless human still want to wake him up by beating him? Have you no humanity?"
It was Rat Fifth Son's good friend, Wolf Seven Blades. The two of them had worked together like a well-rehearsed double act on the forums. Now that he saw Rat Fifth Son being bullied like this, of course he had to step in.
"That's right. Brother Rat already lost. What more do you want?"
"Are humans really this despicable, picking on the wounded?"
"He's unconscious, and you still want to beat Brother Rat awake? What happened to your humanity and morality? Where's your conscience? Did a dog eat it?"
"If you want to bully Brother Rat, you'll have to get past us first."
The demons glared furiously at Xia Ping, each of them seething with rage. This was going too far! The man was even laying into an injured opponent, beating him awake despite his being unconscious. He clearly had no regard for the demons at all.
They were all united against him.
Xia Ping stepped forward and seized the air with one hand. His powerful energy burst forth as a giant hand appeared in midair and descended from above. It moved so fast that it nearly broke the sound barrier, sending sharp, piercing noises through the air.
What?!
Wolf Seven Blades, a hundred meters away, immediately turned pale. He felt a terrifying current of