Who Cares Who Your Father Is!

What?!

Seeing this, the young man in white and the others were all startled. They watched helplessly as the short man was killed, his head smashed open by a pebble, spilling a mess of red and white like a watermelon bursting.

The short man had at least been at the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven level, yet he had been killed just like that, without even a chance to struggle.

"Damn it, dodge!"

A burly man in black shouted at the top of his lungs. He was experienced, and instinctively felt the hairs on his body stand on end. He immediately realized that they had been targeted by some expert.

But it was already too late!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

In an instant, four or five pebbles flew out through the warehouse windows. They were as fast as sniper bullets, tearing through the air without a sound.

The three or four burly men in black at the front couldn't react fast enough. With several thuds, the pebbles struck with such terrifying force that they pierced straight through their chests.

A gaping hole appeared in each of their chests, their hearts smashed on the spot as blood poured out.

"Dodge! Hurry, dodge!"

"If we don't, we're dead! There's a powerful enemy in the warehouse!"

The four or five remaining men in black shouted in panic. How could they have imagined that the criminal hiding in the warehouse would be so terrifying? Even pebbles lying everywhere had become as deadly as sniper bullets.

That was only natural!

Xia Ping had advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven level, and his strength had increased greatly. He now had three thousand jin of force. With that much strength behind a throw, even something tiny could become an extremely deadly weapon, let alone a stone.

This was nothing, really. It was said that some martial artists had tens of thousands of jin of strength, and could crack the earth with a mere gesture. Such people could kill with a leaf plucked from a tree, using it as a flying blade, or flick out a drop of water that could become a mortar shell and shatter a city. That was the true might of martial arts.

"Damn it!"

The young man in white and the five burly men in black quickly dodged. Their faces changed as they darted 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. They couldn't hide from him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Another four or five pebbles flew out, each toward a different spot. Their power was terrifying, and they whistled through the air, even sparking brightly from the friction.

With a bang, two pebbles pierced through a concrete wall. Two burly men in black who had tried to hide around the corner had no time to dodge before the stones smashed into their heads.

Their heads burst like watermelons, killing them instantly.

Three more men in black tried to hide beside a huge iron barrel, but the pebbles punched through the steel with a sharp crack. Carrying terrifying penetrating force, they struck the three men directly.

"Argh!!!"

The three men in black screamed as the pebbles sent them flying. They soared dozens of meters through the air before finally falling back down.

But when they hit the ground, they were already dead. Their black eyes had turned white, their faces frozen in terror. The force of the stones had pulverized their internal organs. Even with modern technology, there was no saving them.

Another pebble shot out, hurtling toward the young man in white with a fierce killing intent, like a meteor that would take his life.

"You're asking for death!" the young man in white roared. With a metallic clang, he drew a meter-long broadsword from his body and slashed at the stone, his blade cleaving as if to split mountains and rivers.

With a bang, he cut the stone in half. The cut was smooth and clean.

"If you've got the guts, come out and fight me, Zheng Hua, for three hundred rounds! Hiding in the warehouse and sneaking attacks—what kind of hero does that make you?" Zheng Hua roared, both shocked and furious.

He had brought his men here to kill that criminal and earn great merit for his father, while showing the other people from the Black Bear Company how capable he was.

He had also thought that with his strength, he could easily take down the criminal once he found him. It wouldn't take much effort. But who could have guessed that his men would all be dead before he'd even seen the enemy's face?

One by one, they had been killed right here.

"Foolish. This is a fight to the death, a war. It's kill or be killed. Why would I fight you for three hundred rounds?!" Xia Ping sneered from inside the warehouse.

At a glance, he could tell that Zheng Hua was just an ordinary student, a sheltered flower with little experience. Only someone like that would say something so laughable. Even if he had reached the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven level, he wouldn't be much of a threat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

In an instant, Xia Ping clenched his right hand. His veins bulged as he summoned his strength and threw nine stones at once. They shot along different trajectories, each carrying a peculiar rhythm.

His skill at throwing hidden weapons had been poor, and he had never practiced it. But after mastering the Heaven and Earth Audio-Visual Method and cultivating spiritual power, everything within a twenty-meter radius was under his control.

Within that range, he was a god: he could hit whatever he aimed at, without fail! Though this hidden-weapon technique couldn't compare to those of truly top experts, it was more than enough to kill these underworld thugs.

"Bastard!"

The young man in white, Zheng Hua, roared. He sensed a terrifying killing intent coming from ahead. A chill ran through his body, 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 had perfected his swordsmanship. In an instant, under the threat of death, he surpassed his former limits and unleashed nine slashes in a single breath, each releasing a terrifying burst of force.

With several sharp cracks, he cut all nine stones in the air to pieces.

But before Zheng Hua could show any delight, he suddenly sensed the threat of death. A huge shadow, like a fierce tiger, leaped out of the warehouse, exuding a violent aura.

With a whoosh, his opponent was suddenly right beside him.

But Zheng Hua had just shattered the nine stones, and his strength was spent. How could he have anything left to withstand such a terrifying attack? He could only watch helplessly.

"No, no, you can't kill me! My father is Zheng Cheng, a manager at the Black Bear Company. If you kill me, you won't be able to leave Black Moon City. You'll die too—you'll die here, understand?" Zheng Hua finally panicked and cried out.

A fist came crashing down. The roar of a fierce tiger seemed to echo through the air, shaking the heavens and earth. The air nearly solidified as the punch landed squarely on Zheng Hua's chest.

With a thud, Zheng Hua flew backward like a scrap of paper, skidding dozens of meters before finally crashing against the warehouse wall. His heart was smashed on the spot, and a bloody hole gaped in his chest.

His eyes were wide open. He died unavenged.

"In a fight to the death, who has time to care who your father is? You came to kill me, so you deserve to die!" Xia Ping looked calmly at the young man in white he had just killed, his expression utterly indifferent.