"Here to challenge your martial hall."
Looking at Yao Zhong, Xia Ping stated his purpose plainly.
"Challenge our martial hall?!"
At those casual words, Yao Zhong felt a surge of anger. This brat had ambushed and punched him a few days ago, nearly leaving him seriously injured. They'd become bitter enemies, at each other's throats.
He hadn't even had a chance to settle things with the brat yet, and now the bastard had come right to his door to cause trouble. Even arrogance had its limits!
He was looking down on them far too much.
"To put it in words your IQs can understand, I'm here to beat you all up." Xia Ping figured he'd better explain it simply, or people like them might not get it.
Beat us all up?!
Everyone from Wuwei Martial Hall was furious. He'd come to challenge them just to beat them up—how much more could he look down on them? Were they only here to get beaten?
"How arrogant!"
"Xia Ping, you're asking for death!"
"You've come to pick a fight at Wuwei Martial Hall, but you picked the wrong place."
"Senior Brother Yao Zhong doesn't even need to step in. I can crush you all by myself."
The Wuwei Martial Hall disciples were so incensed they bristled like cats whose tails had been stepped on.
Among them was a bald man with a terrible temper. Unable to suppress his anger, he shot forward with a whoosh and swung a punch at Xia Ping, intent on knocking him down.
"Foolish."
Xia Ping remained calm, simply watching Baldy make his move. The instant the man came within reach, Xia Ping struck suddenly, as swift as lightning, with the bearing of a grandmaster.
He let his opponent make the first move, then took control!
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