"How did he escape?"
Even now, Yan Bao could not figure out how this human had been so audacious as to take one of his punches head-on, all for the sake of borrowing its force to flee.
One had to know that his strength was incomparably immense. A moment of carelessness could get someone punched to death, turned into a pulp of flesh on the spot. That would not be escaping—it would be courting death.
But Han Ge, who had fought Xia Ping before, knew that although Yan Bao's strength reigned supreme among the five kings, no matter how great that strength was, it had not surpassed theirs by all that much.
Yet this human's Body-Protecting Qi was incomparably formidable. In an instant, he had erected dozens of layers of defense. Stacked one atop another, even Yan Bao's full-powered strike could never hope to kill him.
That was why this damned human had such towering skill and towering nerve, utterly unafraid of Yan Bao's strength.
"Despicable! He actually ran away."
"Can you still call yourself human after doing that? You're nothing but a gutless scoundrel."
"You talked such a big game just now, but now you're running away, slipping off faster than a thief. You have no shame at all."
"If you've got the guts, stay and fight our clan chief for three hundred rounds."
The guards all cursed at the top of their lungs, feeling that this human was shameless and despicable. Before the fight had even begun, he had already been thinking of how to run, with not a shred of martial spirit.
In the distance, though ten li away, Xia Ping could still hear the guards hurling curses. But he snorted in disdain. If they wanted to talk about shamelessness, how could anyone compare to these kings?