Fighting The Sword Club

"You're being rude. Kneel here for half an hour as punishment."

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly to the seniors of the Sword Club in

front of him. He was like an emperor giving an order to an unworthy minister, containing an

unquestionable taste.

"You!"

The three seniors were so angry that they almost vomited blood. Making them kneel here for half

an hour was no less than being paraded in the streets. They would lose all their face and would

definitely become the laughing stock of Yanhuang University. How could they still raise their heads?

They were all mad and tried to stand up, but they couldn't do anything. Xia Ping's slap almost broke

their leg bones and they couldn't exert any strength at all.

"This is too much. Let them go immediately."

Seeing this, the other members of the Sword Club were all furious. Making the three seniors kneel