The next evening, the usually peaceful Ferocious Tiger Martial Hall received an unwelcome visitor. He kicked open the front door and shouted arrogantly, "I'm here to challenge your dojo! Everyone who's still alive, get out here!"
He stood brazenly in the middle of the entrance, looking as if he ruled the world. That person was obviously Xia Ping.
"Go to hell! Who's got the gall to come challenge the Ferocious Tiger Martial Hall?!"
"Send a few people to beat him to a pulp. Teach that brat a lesson."
"Don't hit him too hard. Just leave him half-dead."
The students of the Ferocious Tiger Martial Hall were furious. They all rushed out and started beating the guy, determined to leave this reckless challenger half-dead.
But after half an hour of beating him, they realized he was completely unharmed. He still stood there as steady as a rock, looking as if he was enjoying himself.
"Is that all you've got? I checked the rankings online. You seem to be ranked a little higher than Wuwei Martial Hall, but now it looks like you're all reputation and no substance. You're nowhere near as strong as Wuwei Martial Hall." Xia Ping wore a look of disappointment.
He knew that Wuwei Martial Hall and Ferocious Tiger Martial Hall were closely matched in the rankings, trading places often. People regularly compared them, so the two martial halls' students were always clashing and neither side would accept being second-best.
They weren't mortal enemies, but they might as well have been: they avoided each other whenever they could, and any disagreement could turn into a brawl. Now that Xia Ping had provoked them, they were all bristling with rage.
"You bastard! How dare you compare us to Wuwei Martial Hall? Who do they think they are?"
"All reputation