Who Cares Who Your Dad Is!

What?!

Seeing this, the young man in white and his companions were all startled. They watched helplessly as the short man was killed, his head exploded by a pebble, spilling red and white matter like a bursting watermelon.

The short man had at least the cultivation of a Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven, yet he was killed just like that, unable to even struggle.

"Damn it, dodge!"

A burly man in black shouted at the top of his lungs. He was highly experienced and instinctively felt his hair stand on end, immediately realizing that they had been targeted by an expert.

But it was already too late!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

In an instant, four or five pebbles flew out from the warehouse window. Like sniper bullets, they moved with extreme speed, tearing through the air in total silence.

The three or four burly men in front could not react fast enough. With a few bangs, the pebbles—carrying terrifying force—pierced straight through their chests.

A large hole appeared in their chests immediately, their hearts shattered on the spot, and blood poured out in torrents.

"Dodge, hurry and dodge!"

"If you don't dodge, you'll die! There's a powerful enemy in the warehouse!"

The remaining four or five burly men in black screamed in terror. How could they have imagined that the thug hiding in the warehouse would be so terrifying? Even common pebbles had become as lethal as sniper rounds.

This was only natural!

Xia Ping had advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven realm, his strength greatly increased to three thousand jin. When throwing objects with such force, even the smallest items became deadly weapons, let alone stones.

This was actually nothing. Legend had it that some martial artists possessed strength reaching hundreds of thousands of jin, capable of shattering the earth with a mere gesture. Such figures could kill with a single leaf used as a throwing knife, or turn a single droplet of water into a mortar shell capable of leveling a city. That was the true power of the martial path.

"Damn it!"

The young man in white and the five burly men in black scrambled to dodge, their faces pale with shock as they dove toward nearby cover, hoping to evade the enemy's attacks.

But how could they know that Xia Ping had mastered the Heaven and Earth Audio-Visual Method and cultivated spiritual power? Every movement within a twenty-meter radius was under his control; their whereabouts were impossible to hide.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Another four or five pebbles flew out, striking from different angles with terrifying power. They whistled through the air, even generating sparks from the friction.

With a bang, two pebbles pierced through a concrete wall. Two burly men who had tried to hide behind the corner were struck in the head before they could react.

Their heads exploded like watermelons, killing them instantly.

Three other men in black tried to hide behind a massive iron barrel, but the pebbles thwacked through the steel, carrying such terrifying piercing force that they slammed directly into the three men's bodies.

"Ahhh!!!"

The three men screamed as they were sent flying by the impact of the three stones. They soared through the air for dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.

By the time they hit the earth, they were already dead. Their black eyes rolled back, revealing looks of sheer terror; their internal organs had been completely pulverized by the force of the stones. Even with modern technology, they were beyond saving.

Another pebble flew out, aimed at the young man in white. It carried a biting killing intent, like a meteor, determined to finish him off.

"You're courting death!" the young man in white roared. With a clang, he drew a meter-long broadsword from his waist and slashed out, his blade cutting through the air like a mountain-splitting force.

Bang! He split the stone in two on the spot, the cut perfectly smooth.

"If you have the guts, come out and fight me, Zheng Hua, for three hundred rounds! Hiding in the warehouse like a rat and launching sneak attacks—what kind of hero is that?" Zheng Hua shouted, his heart filled with shock and rage.

He had brought his men here to kill the target and earn a great merit for his father, proving his worth to the rest of the Black Bear Company.

He had assumed that with his own strength, finding the target would mean an easy kill, requiring no real effort. Who could have imagined that before even seeing the man's face, all his subordinates would be dead?

One by one, they had been slaughtered here.

"Stupid. This is a life-and-death struggle, a war. It's kill or be killed—why would I fight you for three hundred rounds?" Xia Ping sneered from inside the warehouse.

He saw at a glance that Zheng Hua was merely an ordinary student, a flower raised in a greenhouse with no real experience, which was why he would say such ridiculous things. Even with a cultivation of Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven, such a person was nothing to fear.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

In an instant, Xia Ping clenched his right hand, his veins bulging with immense power. He threw nine stones at once, each following a different trajectory, carrying a strange, rhythmic quality.

His skill with hidden weapons wasn't particularly refined, nor had he practiced it, but after mastering the Heaven and Earth Audio-Visual Method and developing spiritual power, everything within twenty meters was under his absolute control.

Within this range, he was a god; he hit whatever he aimed at with perfect accuracy. While his technique couldn't compare to true top-tier experts, it was more than enough to kill these underworld thugs.

"Bastard!"

The young man in white, Zheng Hua, roared. Sensing the terrifying killing intent coming toward him, his entire body turned cold and his hair stood on end, as if he were facing a life-or-death crisis.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

He was a genius, after all, and his blade technique had reached the realm of perfection. In that split second of mortal danger, he broke through his previous limits, slashing nine times in a single breath, each strike radiating terrifying energy.

With a few bangs, all nine stones in the air were shattered into powder.

But before Zheng Hua could even feel a glimmer of joy, he felt a wave of deathly threat. A massive shadow, like a fierce tiger, leaped out from the warehouse, radiating a violent aura.

With a whoosh, the opponent was already right in front of him.

Zheng Hua had just shattered the nine stones and exhausted his strength; he had no energy left to defend against such a terrifying attack and could only watch helplessly.

"No, no, no! You can't kill me! My father is Zheng Cheng, a supervisor at the Black Bear Company! If you kill me, you'll never leave Black Moon City! You'll die, you'll die here, do you hear me?" Zheng Hua finally felt fear and couldn't help but scream.

A fist slammed into him. The air seemed to carry the roar of a mountain tiger, earth-shaking and powerful. The air itself seemed to solidify as the fist landed squarely on Zheng Hua's chest.

Bang! Zheng Hua was sent flying like a scrap of paper. He slid for dozens of meters before finally collapsing against the warehouse wall, his heart shattered on the spot, a bloody hole gaping in his chest.

His eyes were wide open, staring in death.

"In a life-and-death battle, who has time to care who your father is? If you dare to come and kill me, you have to be prepared to die!" Xia Ping looked down at the young man in white he had just killed, his expression indifferent.