God Level Demon Chapter 53
"What?!"
Yao Zhong's face changed drastically as his Thousand Phantom Palm was seen through, and even his right hand was grabbed. He never thought that his technique would be defeated so easily.
At the same time, he felt a violent sense of crisis. All the cells in his body tightened as he tried to pull out his right hand that was grasped by Xia Ping. But his right hand seemed to be held by a crane containing terrifying vigor.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.
"Dammit!"
At this moment, Yao Zhong's face was ashen. Because his right hand was caught, Xia Ping clenched his left fist and punched out.
Leopard Fist-Leopard hits Shooting Star!
A leopard's roar rang out in the air as his fist slammed against Yao Zhong's abdomen. Yao Zhong immediately felt a terrifying force explode.
"Ahh!"
Yao Zhong let out a miserable scream as his whole body was blown away abruptly. His body slid along the ground for hundreds of meters and finally smashed against the wall before stopping.
He stared at Xia Ping stubbornly. But after struggling for a few seconds, a sharp pain assaulted his body. He fell to the ground with a snap and passed out from the abrupt pain.
"Brother Yao Zhong!"
The group of disciples in the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall shouted with anxiousness and worry.
Some people couldn't believe it. This was the famous Yao Zhong, a powerhouse at the Seventh Layer who could be called the trump card of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall.
But now, he was actually defeated by this kid with a single punch and knocked out. How could this happen?
"Is that it?"
There was a trace of disappointment on Xia Ping's face: "That's really fragile. You fainted with just a single punch? Are you actually acting? Tch! It seems the eldest disciple of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall only has this much strength."
"Who the hell is acting! Are you blind that you don't see Brother Yao Zhong fainting? I know Brother Yao Zhong, he doesn't have that good acting skills." A disciple of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall shouted in grief.
After listening, another pudgy disciple was so annoyed that he snapped and slapped the guy hard: "Can you shut the hell up? If you can't speak properly, don't open your mouth. No one will take you for a fool."
The man felt very wronged: "But that bastard is insulting Brother Yao Zhong, I can't stand it."
"Insult? What you said was more of an insult!" The chunky disciple was furious and couldn't wait to beat him up.
Xia Ping was speechless. He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, stop arguing. I know the true level of your Wuwei martial arts hall now, it doesn't seem to be all that good."
What?!
Hearing this, the group of Wuwei martial arts practitioners became angry. All of them glared at Xia Ping as if they wanted to tear the bastard to pieces.
Upon seeing this, Xia Ping gave a side-eye: "What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"
"Convinced your sister!"
"Wuwei Martial Arts Hall is a well-known martial arts hall. The strong are like clouds and can come out in large numbers. How can you just insult us?"
Everyone stared at Xia Ping ferociously, their hearts bursting with anger.
"Interesting."
Xia Ping stood with his hands folded behind his back and glanced at these people indifferently and said: "Then let me see your strength. But I won't take any action against you. It would be like the strong bullying the weak; extremely unfair."
The disciples of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall were so furious that their noses became crooked. To what extent did this bastard look down on them to show such disdain?
"Let's do it." Xia Ping made his own suggestion, "I will just stand here and let you attack me. As long as you can make me take a single step back, it would be my defeat. I will automatically leave Wuwei Martial Arts Hall and never come back in my life.
"Too arrogant, who do you think you are."
"Letting us attack and standing there without retaliating? You are too arrogant! Even a powerhouse at the ninth layer wouldn't dare do this."
All the disciples of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall had a distorted face. They felt that they had never seen such an infuriating bastard after living for so many years.
"You know what? I'll be honest."
Xia Ping said with utmost sincerity: "Actually, I don't think you all have much strength. Even if you attack me, it would be like a mosquito bite."
"If you are not convinced, try it."
He put on a smug relaxed look and stood still, inviting them to attack.
"Fuck, I've never wanted to beat someone so much in my life. Let's go together and kill this bastard." A disciple of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over immediately.
Upon seeing this, many disciples also rushed over.
Bang bang bang! ! !
These people punched and kicked Xia Ping. They did their very best. They felt like they had never worked so hard in their lives before.
Even when training, they were not so serious.
But when they attacked Xia Ping, they all felt strange. It as if they were not attacking a human, but a mass of cotton.
No matter how fierce their fist were, the powerful attack would be digested and absorbed cleanly. This kind of depressing feeling almost made them vomit blood.
"What's the matter? Don't have any strength left? Do you want to go home and rest up before starting again?" Xia Ping stood with his hands held behind his back. He stood comfortably on the spot as he ran Beiming body protection technique.
He felt a crisp and numb warm current surging through his body. It was very comfortable. A trace of true qi was flowing around his body, constantly becoming stronger.
He had to say that this was simply the best method of cultivation. Even if you meditated in seclusion and absorbed the energy of heaven and earth, it was not as fast..
At the same time, in order to stimulate the combat effectiveness of these people, he had to provoke them from time to time.
"Everyone, try hard. Don't stop attacking this bastard."
"If we don't beat this guy to half a step from death, the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall will lose face."
" This is not only about our dignity, but also about the dignity of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall. We must not retreat!"
The group of people in Wuwei Martial Arts Hall desperately shouted. Their morale was through the roof. They all vowed that they would never let this bastard Xia Ping look down upon them. They at least had to make him admit defeat when so many of them were attacking.
Otherwise, if the people in other martial arts hall knew that they had attacked with so many people and still failed to beat him back a single step, they would absolutely have no face left.
