Super Tank

"Damn, this human is too fierce."

"He's a complete monster. How are we supposed to beat him?"

"He's wearing a Cosmic Protective Suit, a secret treasure. No wonder our attacks have no effect!"

"How are we supposed to fight him? This human's like a porcupine. We can't even touch him."

Several Grandmaster-level demons had been killed by Xia Ping with a single punch. The remaining demons' expressions changed dramatically; they could all see just how terrifying he was.

Just the Cosmic Protective Suit he was wearing was more than they could break through. Even if they exerted every last ounce of their strength, they probably wouldn't be able to hurt him in the slightest.

But if he so much as touched them, one punch would leave them either dead or gravely injured.

How the hell were they supposed to fight him? Charging in would just mean certain death.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!

The Grandmaster-level demons scattered in every direction, fleeing as fast as they could. They didn't dare face Xia Ping head-on.

"Why are you running? Didn't you come here to kill me? If you've got the guts, stay and fight me for eight hundred rounds!" Xia Ping shouted as he chased after them.

Fight your sister!

The Grandmaster-level demons fled in a panic, their faces turning green as they cursed inwardly. Shameless human! If you've got the guts, take off that Cosmic Protective Suit and fight us to the death!

He was wearing a turtle shell that even ordinary Kings couldn't break through, yet he strutted around throwing his weight about and bullying them, a bunch of mere Grandmasters. He had no shame at all.

If they had a secret treasure like that, would they be afraid of a puny human like him?!

No matter how furious they were, there