"It's over. That kid's finished."
"He's made everyone furious. There's no way he'll survive."
"Dozens of people against one. Even if he sprouted wings, he wouldn't get away."
"That's what he gets for acting so arrogant!"
"Looks like we won't even need to wait for the second round. The preliminaries will eliminate him right here."
"Good. I don't want to see that arrogant bastard strutting around and showing off anymore."
Many of the spectators shook their heads, convinced that Xia Ping was doomed. Facing attacks from dozens of powerful Martial Masters, even someone at the peak of the Martial Master Realm wouldn't stand a chance.
As the saying went, even a veteran could be beaten to death by a flurry of punches, and two fists couldn't fend off four hands. That showed just how much numbers mattered.
Once the numbers grew large enough, even the strongest could be utterly overwhelmed. And these people weren't ordinary fighters: every one of them was a genius who had advanced to the Martial Master Realm. That made them all the more terrifying.
Being surrounded and attacked by so many people would be enough to make even a prodigy from the King Family turn green with fear.
Rumble!
In an instant, dozens of contestants attacked at once, each displaying powerful mastery of their qi. Every one of them had reached at least the fifth heaven of the Martial Master Realm and had also mastered King-level qi arts.
As they attacked, dozens of terrifying streams of qi blasted toward Xia Ping from all directions. Some were soft and yielding, others fierce and powerful; some twisted and coiled, others were icy cold or scorching hot. They came in every form imaginable.
Every stream of qi was powerful enough to shatter a small mountain. Their might was immense,