"Xia Ping, you've gone too far!"
A Lingyun Sect disciple glared at Xia Ping, his anger surging. "How could you hit Junior Brother Jian so hard? Is this how the Universe Sect treats its guests?"
Xia Ping said, "Sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose. I only gave him a light slap, but I didn't expect him to nearly die from it. Actually, I told him earlier not to fight me. Sometimes I don't know my own strength when I strike, and I can't control myself. My opponent might end up dead, but he wouldn't listen. What was I supposed to do?"
He looked completely innocent.
"You!"
The Lingyun Sect disciples gritted their teeth. They wanted nothing more than to punch that innocent-looking face and stomp on him a few times, just to see if he'd still dare pretend he hadn't done anything.
A master with this level of strength would have long since reached an exquisite level of control over his power. How could he possibly be unable to control it? And claiming he didn't know his own strength when he struck was complete bullshit.
That bastard had clearly done it on purpose. He'd wanted revenge on Junior Brother Jian, which was why he'd hit him so hard. He was trying to make an example of him and get even.
The problem was, they'd said the same things when fighting the Universe Sect disciples earlier. They'd even taunted them, saying that if they were outmatched, they shouldn't have come to fight. They hadn't expected the tables to turn so quickly.
"What do you mean, 'you'? Don't tell me the Lingyun Sect can't take a loss."
"This is an exchange between martial artists. Isn't it normal to sometimes not know your own strength when you strike?"
"Exactly. If you