Boom!
Fang Ping demolished the fourth house, and it collapsed with a boom.
Martial artists in the three lower ranks were not yet at superhuman status. Fang Ping was currently exhausted, fully drenched in sweat. His Vitality was being depleted rapidly.
…
Behind the village.
"Grand Missionary, what should we do now?" someone asked in a low voice. A middle-aged man in the crowd furrowed his brow slightly and said slowly, "Today, I will surely die, but death is nothing to fear!
"The ones coming for us are merely an amateur group of martial arts university-bred curs!
"Those novices have chosen the most tiring and exhausting strategy to retaliate.
"Since that is so, we might as well satisfy them!
"Rank-1 martial artists, start running sneak attacks to disrupt them. Slow them down and exhaust their patience.
"Without patience, they will be all the more easy to fluster…