"Aaaah!!!"
At once, seven or eight mercenaries wielding longswords were sent flying by the force of that punch. The longswords in their hands were shattered into more than a dozen pieces by the overwhelming fist force, reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
That terrifying, scorching qi even passed into their bodies and penetrated their internal organs.
"So hot!"
The mercenaries screamed. They felt that energy enter them, and their bodies immediately seemed to have plunged into fiery magma, baptized by molten lava. Every single cell in their bodies was being burned by flames.
The feeling was like evil ghosts encountering the blazing power of the ultimate sun—their natural nemesis. It was as if ice and snow were melting away, and even their souls seemed on the verge of being burned to ashes.
Within a few breaths, their bodies turned to ash and vanished from the Virtual World.
"How is he so strong?!"
The many mercenaries were horrified. Before this, Xia Ping had only used the power of traps to slaughter a large number of powerful enemies and had hardly displayed his own strength.
They had assumed this kid was only good at underhanded tricks. In a real fight with blades and steel, he would definitely be no match for people like them, who had spent who knew how long killing.
But who could have imagined that Xia Ping would strike with just a single punch and kill seven or eight exceptionally powerful mercenaries, sweeping through them like fallen leaves before the wind—utterly unstoppable.
"Big Brother Native, you're amazing."
"Quick, kill these hateful bandits."
"You still want to bully us? In your dreams."
A group of children cheered, looking at Xia Ping with deep admiration. These bandits were all brutally vicious. They had nearly met with danger just now, but