Are You Convinced?

With a thwack, Zhou Tai'an collapsed onto the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his face swollen like a pig's head; he no longer possessed his former handsome and dashing appearance.

At this moment, he was unable to move, his entire body wracked with intense pain.

"Zhou Tai'an, do you submit?"

Xia Ping stood high above, looking down at him.

"Ahhh, I don't submit, I don't submit!" Zhou Tai'an screamed in grief and indignation. He wanted to attack Xia Ping, but he couldn't even lift a single finger.

Humiliation, this was nothing short of a supreme humiliation!

He, the dignified Zhou Tai'an, a powerhouse at the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven, a school king with dozens of lackeys and countless admirers, had actually been defeated by a single punch from a mongrel he had looked down upon, and was now being humiliated like this, his face beaten to a pulp.

Ask yourself, how could he endure such a result? How could he possibly endure it?!

Seeing Zhou Tai'an in such a state of grief and indignation, the surrounding audience felt a sense of empathy and began to sympathize with him.

"This is too much. Winning is one thing, but to humiliate Zhou Tai'an like this?"

"Exactly, this Xia Ping's character is terrible; he's just a piece of trash."

"Isn't that right? We're all from the same school, yet he does something like this."

"He's already won, yet he still asks if the other person submits. This is clearly rubbing salt into the wound."

Many students were whispering, glaring at Xia Ping, feeling that he had gone too far.

"Noisy!"

Xia Ping stood on the ring, hands behind his back, sweeping a cold glance over the surrounding audience. "If you don't submit, roll up here and fight. I can even let you use one hand."

He sneered inwardly. Zhou Tai'an was allowed to humiliate him, but he wasn't allowed to humiliate Zhou Tai'an? On what grounds? Just because he was a top student, because he was handsome, and because he had a superior family background, Xia Ping deserved to be humiliated?!

What a joke. If they had the guts to provoke him, they had to bear the corresponding consequences.

"Th-this!"

The surrounding students were too afraid to speak. They felt the terrifying aura radiating from Xia Ping, like a fierce tiger ready to devour someone, which was extremely frightening.

Even a powerhouse like Zhou Tai'an, at the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven, couldn't withstand a single punch from this man. He had slapped Zhou Tai'an away like a fly, even cracking the titanium alloy ring. What kind of terror was this?

If ordinary students like them went up, they would probably be severely injured by a single breath from him. Going up was just seeking death, so no one dared to move, and everyone remained silent, not daring to speak.

"Well? Is there anyone who dares to come up and fight me?"

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, scanning the audience, his tone filled with supreme majesty. "Is it you, you, or you?!" He immediately pointed at the three students who had been shouting the loudest.

At the same time, the spiritual power on his body crushed down fiercely. This terrifying spiritual force covered the three students, and they immediately felt a blood-chilling aura so terrifying that it felt as if a fierce tiger had rushed over to bite their necks off; the illusion was extremely realistic.

They were just ordinary students, flowers in a greenhouse; where had they ever seen such a terrifying scene? Their Dao hearts collapsed instantly from the fright.

"No, no, no, it's not me, it's not me! Spare me, please spare me."

The three students screamed desperately, their faces deathly pale, terrified to the extreme. They retreated repeatedly, their bodies trembling, their pants wet, and they collapsed into their seats, unable to move.

Pissed themselves?!

The surrounding audience watched in a daze. Just by being stared at by this Xia Ping, they were scared to this extent. Just how terrifying was this guy? Was he even human?

The surrounding students shivered violently, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Xia Ping.

"Cowards."

Xia Ping looked at the group of students indifferently. "With just this bit of ability, you dare to challenge me? You're very loud when you're in bed, but when it comes to the real deal, you're useless."

Damn it, this shameless Xia Ping, he's so vulgar!

A group of students were so angry their faces turned green, their bodies trembling. They had never seen anyone insult people in public like this; it was hateful to the extreme. This person was simply scum.

"So infuriating, this Xia Ping is truly a scumbag."

"Someone like this will be struck by lightning sooner or later, let's wait and see."

"Winning is nothing special, this bastard has no character."

"Is there anyone who can deal with this school bully? It's too hateful."

"Publicly harassing so many innocent women and men in broad daylight, this Xia Ping is definitely a beast."

"After school, let's go and ambush him."

Many students were so angry that smoke was coming out of their nostrils, wanting to go up and teach Xia Ping a lesson, but weighing their own strength, they didn't dare to move and could only give up.

But they were all cursing Xia Ping in private, wishing they could bite this bastard to death.

Gao Wan and Yang Wei watched in a daze. Damn it, this guy was simply born to be hated. They guessed that he hadn't been targeting them on purpose before.

It was entirely because this bastard's personality was too malicious that such things happened.

The students of Class 16 of Grade 12 also twitched their mouths. They had finally witnessed Xia Ping's ability to provoke hatred; from a certain perspective, this guy was definitely a genius.

"Cough, cough, alright, alright, stop arguing." The referee teacher saw that the situation was bad, immediately stepped forward, coughed a few times, and announced the result of the match. "Now that student Zhou Tai'an is unable to fight again, I announce the winner is Xia Ping."

"No, I can still fight, I can still fight, I didn't lose, I didn't lose at all."

Zhou Tai'an shouted, very unwilling. He would rather die than admit that he had lost to Xia Ping.

"So noisy."

With a loud thud, Xia Ping struck out, knocking Zhou Tai'an unconscious with a single slap.

Having finished this, he clapped his hands together, looking quite satisfied. "There, now this guy won't keep making a racket."

The referee was left speechless; he couldn't even reprimand Xia Ping for his actions, as he knew that if Zhou Tai'an hadn't been knocked out, the kid would likely still be standing there shouting and causing a scene.

"Shameless! This Xia Ping is too shameless! How could he knock out Brother Zhou?"

"This is clearly a personal vendetta."

"Taking advantage of Brother Zhou being unable to move to land a hit like that—this is revenge, pure and simple."

"A bastard of the highest order, taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state."

"Absolutely detestable. This guy will get his comeuppance sooner or later."

A group of students cursed Xia Ping viciously. They were so infuriated by his actions that they were practically dizzy with rage; they had never seen such a scoundrel, someone who would actually strike a person who couldn't even move—he was rotten to the core.

"A few of you, come over here and carry Zhou Tai'an away," the referee ordered.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In no time, several students rushed up from below and quickly carried the unconscious Zhou Tai'an away.

With a few beeps, Xia Ping heard the system's notification sound in his mind: "Hatred points +1, Hatred points +1..."

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect to gain over three hundred hatred points in one go. I'm only a hundred away from having enough to exchange for the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art." Xia Ping rubbed his chin. "Looks like I still need to turn up the heat a little more."