Beating You Up

"I am here to challenge Wuwei Martial Arts Hall."

Looking at Yao Zhong in front of him, Xia Ping directly stated his motive.

"Challenge?!"

A strand of rage immediately surged into Yao Zhong's heart when he heard these indifferent words. Earlier, this kid had launched a surprise attack and almost heavily injured him, and it could be considered that he already harbored enmity toward him. Both parties were like fire and water.

However, he had yet to find trouble with this brat, but this bastard had personally come to find trouble with him. Even if he was arrogant, there had to be a limit!

He looked down on her too much.

"If you use words that your IQ can understand, it would be to beat you up." Xia Ping felt that he had to explain it in a simpler manner. Otherwise, this person might not understand.

Beat us up?!

The people from Wuwei Martial Arts Hall were all mad with anger. He came to challenge the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall just to beat them up. How much did he look down on them? Were they only going to be beaten up?

"Too arrogant."

"Xia Ping, you are courting death."

"You dare to come to the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall to look for trouble? You came to the wrong place."

"Senior Brother Yao Zhong doesn't need to do anything." I can trample you alone."

The group of people from Wuwei Martial Arts Hall were so angry that their hair stood on end. They were like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

Among them was a bald man who had a very bad temper. He immediately could not suppress the anger in his heart. With a whoosh, he instantly rushed out and threw a punch, wanting to knock Xia Ping down.

"Stupid."

Xia Ping was calm and composed as he watched the bald man make his move. The moment the bald man approached him, he suddenly made his move. He moved as fast as lightning, exuding the aura of a grandmaster.

Reactive Strike!

With a bang, he slapped the bald man's face with his backhand. The bald man immediately flew up and spun five or six times in the air.

"Ah!" At the same time, the bald man let out a blood-curdling scream. A few teeth mixed with blood flew out before he fell to the ground. His eyes were white, and he was foaming at the mouth. He was already unconscious.

What?!

Many disciples were shocked. This bald man was a Six Heavenly Layer Martial Apprentice, and could be considered an elite martial arts practitioner. However, he couldn't withstand a single slap from this boy and was instantly knocked unconscious.

Even though they knew that this boy's strength was not simple, they did not expect him to be this powerful.

"Like I said, I'm here to beat you up." Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the people from the Wuwei Dojo indifferently. "Line up one by one, don't be anxious."

Wuwei Martial Arts Hall's people were so angry that smoke was coming out of their noses. This bastard was really getting more cocky. He was looking down on everyone.

Yao Zhong's expression darkened as he stared at Xia Ping. "So that's how it is. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've actually connected six meridians and advanced to the Sixth Heavenly Layer of Martial Apprentice. Your strength has greatly increased. "No wonder you dared to come looking for trouble."

His eyes were very sharp, and he could see Xia Ping's cultivation level in an instant.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Hall were shocked. This kid had advanced to the sixth heavenly layer of Martial Apprentice so quickly. Wasn't he previously only a fifth heavenly layer martial apprentice? How did he break through so quickly?

"My strength hasn't increased by that much." I've only reached the point where I can beat you up. "It's not worth mentioning," Xia Ping said indifferently, his eyes extremely calm.

What the heck, is there anything more arrogant than this sentence? What do you mean by coincidentally reaching the level of beating us up? Doesn't this mean that his strength is completely above theirs?!

What exactly did this bastard eat? He actually had such a big tone, did he eat garlic? A group of people glared angrily at Xia Ping, their rage erupting, their fists clenched, the scene difficult to control.

"Xia Ping!"

No matter how shrewd Yao Zhong was, he couldn't hold himself back when faced with such a situation. He said angrily, "You injured my junior brother, Zhou Tai'an, and you were ruthless. You sent him to the hospital. I won't hold it against you."

"Earlier, you ambushed and injured me." "Your methods were despicable, so I won't bicker with you."

"But do you really think that I, Yao Zhong, have no f*cking temper and am a soft persimmon that you can bully as you wish?"

"I'm not going to argue with you, but you're getting cocky now." "You're lying on my head and shitting on me." "You even dare to come to my Wuwei Dojo and show off and injure my fellow disciples."

"Under such circumstances, even a clay figurine would feel angry."

"If I don't kill you today, I'll eat shit."

With a boom, Yao Zhong jumped out and struck out with his palm. In the blink of an eye, countless palm shadows appeared in the sky. They were densely packed like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin and had an astonishing aura.

Each palm contained terrifying power. Even a thousand jin boulders could be reduced to dust with a single palm. Furthermore, countless palm-images appeared. It was hard to tell which was real and which was fake.

Once one was unable to make sense of the situation, one would be struck by the palm strike, causing one to be heavily injured to the point of falling to the ground and spitting blood without end, causing one to be unable to continue fighting. This was Yao Zhong's ultimate technique, the Thousand Illusion Palm!

"How formidable! This is Senior Brother Yao Zhong's Thousand Illusion Palm!

"He's too powerful." Senior Brother Yao Zhong is invincible in the world with this absolute art. Even an expert at the eighth layer of the Martial Apprentice realm would be able to match him. "Challenging someone of a higher cultivation level is nothing."

"This is a high-level martial technique." The difficulty of cultivation is simply off the charts. Many people might not even be able to grasp it even if they were forty or fifty years old, but Senior Apprentice Brother Yao Zhong grasped it. "He's simply a genius."

"Slap out with a single palm strike! Transform into a thousand palms! Fake and illusion, real and fake! "Who can defend against that?"

"Furthermore, the palm force is continuous and contains extreme feminine power." It is the most ruthless and vicious, and its penetrative power is terrifying. "Even monsters with strong defensive power will be injured by one palm strike."

"That kid is in trouble. He infuriated Senior Brother Yao Zhong this time, and he'll surely be heavily injured."

"No way. "If we accidentally send this guy to the hospital, won't we be held responsible?"

"Responsibility, my ass. The martial arts atmosphere of the Yan Huang Star is thick. Martial Arts Hall flourishes, and there are endless acts of challenge. The law has long been clearly stipulated that anyone who dares to challenge the Martial Arts Hall will not be held responsible unless they die."

"In other words, as long as we don't kill him, we're innocent."

"Well, you could say that."

"Poor guy. He came in vertically today. He's probably going to lie down and go back."

"This is the consequence of coming to our Wuwei Martial Arts Hall to cause trouble. We must teach him a lesson."

The disciples of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall discussed among themselves and sneered at Xia Ping.

"Thousand Illusory Palms? That's not a bad martial technique, but under my mental strength, there's no way to hide." Xia Ping's eyes revealed a glimmer of light. His mental strength erupted and instantly captured Yao Zhong's large hand.

"Found you."

He suddenly attacked, Crane Fist—Immortal Crane Seeking Lobster!

With a whoosh, one of his hands transformed into an immortal crane. Its speed was extremely fast and its angle was tricky. It passed through countless palm shadows and was not blinded by any palm shadows. It accurately found Yao Zhong's palm.

Bang!

Immediately, Yao Zhong's hand was grabbed by Xia Ping, like a lobster caught by a crane, he had nowhere to run.