“I’m here to kick the dojo.”

Looking at Yao Zhong, Xia Ping stated his objective with blunt simplicity.

“Kick the dojo?!”

Hearing those nonchalant words, a surge of fury erupted within Yao Zhong. He had already been ambushed by a punch from this kid; he had nearly been gravely injured. A blood feud had been settled between them: they were as incompatible as fire and water.

Yet, before he could go looking for trouble, this bastard had delivered himself to their doorstep to start more. There had to be a limit to arrogance!

He was being completely looked down upon.

“To put it in terms your IQ can comprehend: I’m here to give you all a thrashing.” Xia Ping felt it was better to explain simply; otherwise, these people might not understand.

Give us a thrashing?!

Every member of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall was driven half-mad with rage. To come to their dojo just to beat them up: how little did he think of them? Did he think they were just sacks of grain waiting to be pummeled?

“Too arrogant!”

“Xia Ping, you’re looking for death.”

“You came to the wrong place to cause trouble.”

“There’s no need for Senior Brother Yao Zhong to act. I can crush you myself!”

The disciples of the hall were bristling like cats with their tails stepped on; every single one was fuming.

Among them, a bald man with a violent temper finally lost control of his rage. Swoosh! He lunged forward in an instant, throwing a punch intended to flatten Xia Ping.

“Stupid.”

Xia Ping remained calm and composed, watching the bald student’s strike. The moment the opponent neared him, he struck. His movement was as swift as a lightning bolt: radiating the aura of a grandmaster.

Striking second, yet hitting first!

Bang! He delivered a backhanded slap that slammed squarely into the bald man’s face. The bald man was sent flying instantly, spinning five or six times in the air.

“Aaargh!” The bald man let out a shrill scream. Several teeth flew out in a spray of blood before he crashed onto the floor. His eyes rolled back, and he began foaming at the mouth: he was out cold.

What?!

The other disciples were stunned. This bald man was a 6th Layer Martial Apprentice; he was considered one of the dojo’s elites. Yet, he couldn’t even withstand a single slap. He was knocked out in a heartbeat.

Even though they knew this kid’s strength wasn’t simple, they hadn’t expected him to be this formidable.

“I told you: I’m here to thrash you.” Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the members of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall with indifference. “Line up one by one. There’s no need to be impatient.”

The members of the hall were fuming so hard their nostrils were practically smoking. This bastard was getting more and more smug: his dismissal of them had reached the extreme.

Yao Zhong’s face was dark as he stared at Xia Ping. “I see. We haven’t met for a few days, yet you’ve already connected six meridians and advanced to the 6th Layer. Your strength has surged; no wonder you dare come looking for trouble.”

His eyes were sharp: he had recognized Xia Ping’s cultivation level at a glance.

The disciples of the hall were shocked. This kid had reached the 6th Layer so quickly? Hadn’t he just been at the 5th Layer? How could he break through this fast?

“Surging strength is an exaggeration. I’ve just reached the point where I can comfortably thrash you all. It’s nothing worth mentioning,” Xia Ping said calmly, his gaze utterly peaceful.

Holy crap! Is there any sentence more arrogant than that? What did he mean by “comfortably thrash” them? Wasn’t he implying his strength was completely above theirs?!

What exactly did this bastard eat to have such a big mouth? Did he eat raw garlic? The crowd glared at Xia Ping, their anger erupting. Fists clenched: the scene was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

“Xia Ping!”

No matter how deep Yao Zhong’s composure was, he couldn’t hold back in this situation. He roared: “You injured my Junior Brother Zhou Taian before with such a vicious hand that he was sent to the hospital. I didn’t settle that account with you.”

“You used a despicable sneak attack to injure me before. I didn’t settle that account either.”

“But do you really think I, Yao Zhong, have no temper?! Do you think I’m a soft persimmon you can just squeeze whenever you want?!”

“I didn’t bother with you, yet you’ve actually become this smug. You’re shitting and pissing on my head! You even dared to come to my Wuwei Martial Arts Hall to flaunt your power and injure my brothers!”

“Even a clay doll has a spark of anger in this situation.”

“If I, Yao Zhong, don’t beat you to death today, I’ll go eat shit.”

Boom! Yao Zhong leaped out, striking with a palm. In an instant, countless palm shadows appeared in the air: a dense mass like a thousand-armed Avalokiteśvara. The momentum was staggering.

Every palm strike contained terrifying power. A single hit could pulverize a massive boulder. With countless shadows appearing, shifting between reality and illusion, it was impossible to tell which strike was the true one.

The moment an opponent became confused, they would be hit by the palm force, collapsing with internal injuries and spitting blood. This was Yao Zhong’s secret technique: the Thousand Illusion Palm!

“Incredible! That’s Senior Brother Yao Zhong’s Thousand Illusion Palm.”

“So powerful! With this technique, Senior Brother Yao Zhong has fought without rivals. He can even contend with an 8th Layer Martial Apprentice. Challenging those at a higher level is an easy task for him.”

“This is a high-tier martial art; the difficulty of cultivation is off the charts. Many people haven’t even mastered it by their forties or fifties, yet Senior Brother has mastered it. He’s truly a genius.”

“A mass of a thousand palms: shifting between real and fake. Who could possibly block that?”

“And the palm force is continuous; it contains the ultimate power of softness. It’s incredibly vicious with terrifying piercing power. Even a monster with high defense would have its organs damaged by a single hit.”

“That kid is finished. Now that he’s enraged Senior Brother, he’ll definitely be gravely injured.”

“Wait… if we accidentally send this guy to the hospital, won’t we be held criminally liable?”

“Liable for what? Planet Yanhuang has a heavy martial atmosphere; dojo storming happens all the time. The law clearly states: unless someone dies, no legal responsibility is taken for those who come to challenge a hall.”

“In other words, as long as we don’t kill him, we are innocent.”

“Yes, you could say that.”

“Poor fellow. He walked in vertically today, but he’s likely going to leave horizontally.”

“This is the price of coming to our Wuwei Martial Arts Hall to cause trouble. He must be given this lesson.”

Numerous disciples of the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall whispered amongst themselves, looking at Xia Ping with cold sneers.

Thousand Illusion Palm? It’s a decent martial art, but under my mental power, it has nowhere to hide. Xia Ping’s eyes glinted. His spiritual power erupted, instantly capturing Yao Zhong’s true hand.

“Found you.”

He struck suddenly: Crane Fist—Immortal Crane Searching for Shrimp!

Swoosh! His hand transformed into a crane’s beak. Its speed was incredibly fast and its angle was tricky. It pierced through the mass of palm shadows, unfooled by the illusions, and accurately found Yao Zhong’s palm.

Bang!

Yao Zhong’s palm was instantly caught by Xia Ping: like a shrimp being snatched up by a crane, there was nowhere to escape.

NOTES

Kick the dojo (踢馆): Traditional slang for a dojo storming or challenge.

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