Fight Saber club

"If you want to exchange pointers, then so be it." "Your actions are clearly a challenge, an act of murder."

Ju Zijian said angrily, "How can there be someone like you who would injure more than ten gatekeeping disciples at the door and rush up without fear?" "Is there a challenger like you?"

"Apologize to me immediately, or I will never forgive you."

He swore, trying to use morality to restrain Xia Ping.

"Are you not afraid?"

Xia Ping looked up at the sky and sighed. "I'm so disappointed. I thought that all the people who joined the Saber club were brave, fierce, and fearless. But now, I see something. They are weak, cowardly, and afraid of trouble. They are like cowards. They don't even have the courage to fight me. "They are worse than the Sword club."

"Even if the Sword club failed and was completely annihilated, they still fought till the end. They are considered a bloodthirsty bunch. But what about you guys? You don't even have the courage to fight. "How can someone like you have the cheek to learn the saber?"

He revealed a look of disdain.

"What did you say?!" Ju Zijian and the others glared angrily at Xia Ping, their anger brewing. They felt as if they had been ruthlessly slapped by Xia Ping.

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. "Did I say something wrong? A true expert of the Saber Dao would rather break than bend. "He is unstoppable and has the unparalleled aura of killing all enemies."

"Look at all of you now. You don't even have guts. How are you fit to learn how to use a saber? You are completely useless now. "Go back and farm."

"Fine, I won't make trouble for you today, lest others mock me for bullying some cowards."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Stop right there!"

Ju ZiJian stepped forward and shouted angrily, stopping Xia Ping from leaving: "After saying such words, you still want to flatter me and run away, do you think it is so simple?"

He glared at Xia Ping, his lungs bursting with anger.

"That's right, that's right. "Take back what you just said."

"How dare you say that we are inferior to those sissies from the Sword club?" "Shut your f*cking mouth!"

"You're saying that we're not fit to learn the saber?" "What do you know?"

Many members of the Saber club were going crazy. If they let Xia Ping leave today, he might spread rumors that they were afraid of fighting him.

At that time, what would the others at Yan Huang University think? He was clearly a saber expert, but he did not even have the courage to fight Xia Ping. What kind of future could such a person have? He might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes.

Even if the Swords club had failed and their plaque had been snatched away, they had still fought to the end. The difference between the two parties was obvious.

Therefore, they could not let Xia Ping go now.

"Not convinced? "Come and die!"

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

"Convince your sister!"

"Everyone, attack together and kill this idiot!"

"How dare you barge into my Saber club?" "You are courting death."

"Kill him. Don't hold back. "I'll pay for the medical fees."

The members of the Saber club were all shouting. They were furious to the extreme. With a clang, they drew their sabers and slashed at Xia Ping.

The first to make a move was Ju Zijian. The moment he made a move, it was earth-shattering. Terrifying Saber Qi erupted as if a raging bull had appeared behind him. The mountains shook, and the earth shook. His strength was not inferior to Mu Haoran's.

This was because Ju Zijian was also a direct descendant of the King Clan. He possessed the bloodline of a raging bull and possessed innate divine strength. A single slash of his saber was enough to split a rock that weighed hundreds of tons in half, and it was even capable of splitting the earth in half by a kilometer.

How could an expert like this be a small matter?!

Xia Ping's eyes revealed a glimmer of light. He took a step forward, and the entire ground trembled. His aura rose as if a Buddha had descended and possessed unparalleled power. His body surged with golden light and was incomparably divine.

Immovable buddha Palm!

He slapped out with his palm, causing the air to rumble. His palm was filled with golden light, as if it were made of gold. After advancing to the Eighth stage of the martial artist realm, his attack power was more than twice as strong as before.

This palm strike was like a golden palm that was imprinted in the air. Every line on the palm seemed to have solidified, as if Buddha were chanting and had the power to subdue demons and devils.

Bang bang bang!!!

The palm landed heavily in front of Ju Zijian, and the saber qi was immediately shattered into pieces. Every inch of it was broken, and a terrifying vibration was transmitted through the air.

"Ah!"

Ju Zijian was unable to withstand Xia Ping's full-power strike. His entire body was sent flying, and the large saber in his hand was sent flying by this flood-like force. Even his thumb and index finger was numb.

With a thud, he flew for more than a hundred meters before his body smashed into the far wall, creating a human-shaped hole. Shattered rocks flew in all directions.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The members of the Saber club were all stunned. They had long known that Xia Ping, who had defeated the Sword club, was extremely ferocious. He had defeated Mu Haoran, who was known to be invincible in the realm of martial artists.

However, they had never expected that Xia Ping's palm strike would send the seemingly invincible president, Ju Zijian, flying. It was as if he was swatting a fly. He hit the wall and couldn't even be pulled out.

"Ahhh!!! I can't accept this. I can't accept this."

Ju Zijian was about to go crazy. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Facing a new student, a martial artist of a lower level than him, he couldn't even withstand a single blow. He was sent flying by a palm strike and was severely injured.

If he was really that weak, then what was the point of all the painstaking effort he had put in to suppress his cultivation at the ninth-stage of the martial artist Realm and not entering the Martial Master Realm?

Wasn't that mocking him for doing nothing for the past three years?!

He could not accept such an outcome.

"Noisy!"

Xia Ping cast a sidelong glance at Ju Zijian before unleashing a palm strike into the air. With a loud bang, a terrifying palm strike landed on Ju Zijian's body from over a hundred meters away. Ju Zijian was instantly knocked unconscious, unable to utter a single word.

"Damn it! Attack! Attack together! Everyone, kill him!"

"Revenge for the president." "Kill this bastard."

The members of the Saber club were all going crazy. They saw that this kid didn't even let the injured off and even knocked him out completely. He even beat him in front of them. He was looking down on them too much.

They were all going crazy, charging forward in a blade formation, seemingly surrounding Xia Ping.

"Stupid."

Xia Ping was like a tiger among a flock of sheep. He did not fear the saber skills of the members of the Saber club at all. He relied on his powerful protective technique to withstand their Saber Qi. His punches and kicks were like terrifying weapons.

Along the way, the members of the saber club were punched one by one. They flew out as if they had been trampled by an elephant. They crashed into the wall and fell into a coma like Ju Zijian. They had lost the ability to fight.

In just an hour, none of the members of the Saber club could stand up.