Martial Arts Hall's Eldest Senior Brother

Seeing these people in white training suits surrounding him, Xia Ping's eyes flickered, but he did not panic. This was the school's entrance, and in public, these people would not dare to make a move.

And even if he really did attack, he wasn't afraid.

"You are Xia Ping?"

The person who spoke was a young man with short hair. He was about 17 or 18 years old. His body was very strong, and his eyes were intimidating. His entire body exuded a powerful aura.

His every move seemed natural, as if he integrated martial techniques into his movements. Xia Ping could immediately tell that his opponent was an expert, even stronger than Zhou Tai'an.

"I am. "Why are you looking for me?" Xia Ping looked at the short-haired man indifferently.

The straight-haired man's eyes revealed a frightening glint as he said aggressively, "My name is Yao Zhong." I'm the eldest disciple of Wuwei Dojo. Zhou Tai'an is also studying at this dojo, which means he's my younger brother. "Do you understand?"

His immense aura came crashing down, as if he wanted to force Xia Ping to submit.

"So that's how it is. Zhou Tai'an couldn't defeat me, so he sent you, his senior brother, to find trouble with me." Xia Ping looked at his opponent disdainfully. "After beating the young one, the old one came out." "It seems that Zhou Tai'an is really a sore loser."

"Shut up. "What do you know?"

"Who are you calling a sore loser?" "Stop spreading rumors."

"Senior-apprentice Brother Zhou didn't call us over. "We came by ourselves."

A group of men in white training suits shouted angrily as they glared at Xia Ping. They could not wait to eat this kid alive. If others believed that their Wuwei Dojo was a bunch of sore losers, their reputation would be ruined.

"It would appear that you are not only despicable and shameless, but your mouth is also very poisonous."

Yao Zhong stared at Xia Ping. "But what martial artists rely on is their strength." "They work hard with their hands, and the strong are respected, not their mouths. " "People who speak with their mouths only have this bit of ability in their entire lives."

A cold smile appeared on his face.

Xia Ping said indifferently, "Is that so? Your junior brother seems to have been defeated by someone who only knows how to talk big. Moreover, he was crippled with a single punch and couldn't even get up."

"Shut up. Did I ask you to speak? "You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!"

With a loud bang, a cold glint flashed across Yao Zhong's eyes. He suddenly attacked, sending a slap towards Xia Ping's face.

Furthermore, this palm was extremely strange and terrifying. In the blink of an eye, countless palm shadows appeared in the air like butterflies. No one could see through this palm.

Whoosh!

Xia Ping did not even look at it. With a flash, he retreated a few steps and easily dodged the palm.

With a loud bang, the palm hit empty air. The powerful palm force shook and radiated in all directions. Immediately, a clear palm print was left on a nearby cement wall, and gravel fell down noisily.

"What? This brat actually dodged the Eldest Senior Brother's Thousand Illusory Palms? "How is this possible?" A group of men in white training suits were shocked. They had originally planned to watch a good show. Seeing this brat's miserable state after being slapped by their senior brother, after being struck by this slap, it was likely that even a few of his teeth would fall out. His mouth was filled with blood as he lay on the ground like a dog.

But this boy easily dodged this palm, appearing calm and collected.

"You're quite capable." "No wonder you were able to defeat my junior brother, Zhou Tai'an." Yao Zhong's eyes flashed. "You were actually able to dodge my Thousand Illusory Palms." "It looks like you're not a weakling."

He was a Seventh Heavenly Layer Martial Apprentice, and he had suddenly attacked. He had been scheming, but this brat had actually dodged it. This state was extremely unusual.

"Are you courting death?" Xia Ping's eyes flashed with a trace of anger. This fellow was clearly trying to provoke him. If he hadn't dodged earlier, he would have been sent flying with a single slap. His face would have been swollen, and he would have been thoroughly humiliated.

"Courting death?"

Yao Zhong sneered. "You want to attack me with your strength? I advise you to endure it. "Even if you manage to dodge my palm, you're not my match."

"Also, I'm not here to fight with you." "I'm only here to warn you, boy. "Don't be too arrogant, or else you'll suffer a calamity sooner or later."

"Although my junior brother lost to you this time, it doesn't mean that he will lose to you in the future."

"He'll take revenge for this one himself." Just you wait.

After saying this, he wanted to leave with a group of people.

"You hit me once." "Do you think you can leave so easily?" Xia Ping looked at Yao Zhong indifferently. "Take my punch too. Let's see if you have the right to boast."

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, his body moved and his aura surged. He crossed three to four meters in an instant and arrived in front of Yao Zhong. Then, he threw a punch.

Five Fists Dragon Fist—Azure Dragon Shocks the Heavens!

"What?!"

Yao Zhong's expression changed drastically. How could he have imagined that this brat would dare to attack him, a Seventh Level Martial Apprentice expert? He was caught off guard.

Moreover, this fist was extremely terrifying and tyrannical. It emitted a force of several thousand jin, and with a rumbling sound, energy shot out in all directions. It was as if a giant dragon was roaring in the void, shaking the world.

In a hurry, he could only stretch out his hands and put up a defensive stance. His fists collided with his palms and Qi-Jin exploded. On the other hand, Yao Zhong's entire person could not withstand this terrifying force, and his body was blasted away immediately.

Bang!

His body slammed into the wall of the school, creating a human-shaped hole. Rocks flew everywhere, and dust billowed. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His lungs were injured.

"You dare to spout nonsense at me with just this bit of ability? You, Yao Zhong, are not qualified enough. Do you understand?" Xia Ping looked indifferently at Yao Zhong who was sent flying by his punch. He stood with his hands behind his back.

"If you make me angry, I'll cripple you and send you to the hospital, just like your stupid junior brother."

Upon hearing this, a group of men in white training suits were enraged.

"You dare to be so arrogant after launching a sneak attack?!"

"You actually dared to attack my senior brother Yao? "You're courting death!"

"Everyone, let's go up and kill him. "Let's show him what we're capable of."

They were furious.

"You want to make a move? "You'd better reconsider." Xia Ping sneered. "This is Tianshui City's 95th High School. This is my territory. "As long as I call out, several hundred brothers will come out."

"If you want to die, do it."

When they heard this, the men in white training suits were stunned. They became timid. They only remembered now that they were in someone else's territory. They were standing at the school gate.

If this kid really shouted, hundreds of people might rush out and beat them up. Then, they would probably be in trouble. They would have to go to the hospital for at least a few months.

For a moment, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.