The Creditor Comes Calling

The Cosmic Virtual Network, Martial Arts Space, a Novice Village.

Slap!

The Martial Arts Academy's doors swung open, and Xia Ping walked out. He had passed the test and felt refreshed. His martial arts cultivation hadn't increased, but his strength was now worlds apart from before.

If he had once been nothing more than a rough stone, then after being polished, he now had the beginnings of a diamond.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

The moment Xia Ping stepped out of the academy, he noticed that the once-empty Novice Village had filled with people. They weren't children, either; most of them were adults.

Some looked vicious, with scars on their faces. They were at least twenty or thirty years old, and looked like hardened thugs who had spent who knew how long running with gangs and killing who knew how many people.

When these people saw Xia Ping come out of the academy, they swarmed around him like hungry wolves surrounding a lamb. Every one of them looked vicious.

"Kid, what's your name?"

A man with beady eyes stared at Xia Ping, his gaze darting about with a shrewd glint. It seemed he wanted to feel Xia Ping out, but he didn't make a move.

Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He could naturally tell these people meant him no good, but he pretended not to notice and stood with his hands behind his back. "I don't change my name when I'm standing or sitting. Wu Wudi!"

He put on the air of an invincible master. Even the hem of his clothes fluttered without a breeze, rustling loudly.

"Wu Wudi?!"

A man in a black tank top burst out laughing. "A swindler dares to call himself Wu Wudi? You've got some nerve. Who gave you the gall to do that?"

Everyone looked