The quarterfinals .
Xia Ping stood in the arena and his opponent was Gao Sheng, a powerhouse in the Sixth Layer . He was in the school's top ten and had a great reputation .
The spectating students held their breath and watched the fight about to happen between these two .
"Xia Ping!"
Gao Sheng stared at Xia Ping and squeezed his fists: "I don't know how you defeated Zhou Taian or what vile means you used, but don't think that you can defeat me so easily . "
"I, Gao Sheng, practiced the Intermediate Martial Skill Tyrant Tiger Fist . My punch has unmatched strength incomparable to those of your previous opponents . If you dare underestimate me, you'll pay a heavy price . I can send you flying with a single punch . "
His face had a hideous expression and the muscles all over his body bulged as if made of steel . His whole body exuded a sturdy smell, like a tiger coming out of the jungle .