Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

There were two or three villas in the center of the manor. There were traces of fights, broken glass, collapsed walls, and blood stains on the ground. The ruins seemed to be out of place with the surroundings.    

Zhang Yang walked in front at a leisurely pace. Everywhere there was blood, he would stay there for a moment. He even picked up some dried up soil and stones and sniffed them.    

Hee Xinqiong followed beside him. A dozen people followed, Taoist Xuanji, the youth surnamed Lin, Zhang Wei, four burly men, and three dead faces.    

Other than Zhang Wei, the rest of the people looked at Zhang Yang with a slightly complicated gaze. Not long ago, these people had fought with Zhang Yang before, and they weren't at a disadvantage at all when facing off against him alone.    

When they arrived, Zhang Yang and Hee Xinqiong had arrived ahead of schedule, while Wu Tie was looking around like no one else was around. Therefore, Hee Xinqiong didn't have the time to introduce them, but other than Zhang Wei, everyone else had their own guesses about Zhang Yang's identity.    

Around the villa, Baldy and the other old brothers were all on alert. The chilling killing intent that was emitted from all of them made them afraid to get close to Hee Xinqiong's bodyguards, even though all the Ancient Fighter were looking at them.    

"The fighting scene here has been destroyed."    

Zhang Yang suddenly stopped walking and sighed. He looked at Hee Xinqiong and asked, "Miss Hee, can you take me to the underground tunnel to take a look?"    

More than ten days had passed, and even if they were able to collect the Mutant Race's bloodstains, their overall aura was too scattered. Most of them had already disappeared without a trace, and without any aura to guide them, even the Seven Star Truth Technique was unable to track down their opponent.    

Moreover, the scene had been destroyed, and even after so much time had passed, there was no way for him to survive. Now, he could only hope that the underground passage would be able to capture the breath of others.    

Hee Xinqiong once said, there was a super master that could emit terrifying sound waves. Not only did he shatter all defenses, but he also made all the bodyguards around him bleed to death.    

"What the hell is he doing?"    

Zhang Wei, who was at the side, was unconvinced and walked over with large strides, "Miss Hee, you called us over so that we can see him play around with us. Who does he think he is?"    

As he said this, the atmosphere became sluggish. Taoist Xuanji, the middle-aged man surnamed Lin and the others' eyes slightly flickered. They were curious and complicated. The four burly men even had expressions of schadenfreude on their faces.    

"Cough, cough …" Hee Xinqiong coughed dryly. She didn't know how to start. Other people were fine, but because of Su Dan, she knew there was a conflict between Zhang Wei and Zhang Yang.    

Not only that, Hee Xinqiong had also investigated Zhang Yang before. It was indeed just as Zhang Wei had said, many people thought that he was the Young Master of Zhang Family of Capital. On the way here, she had specially asked him about it, but Zhang Yang had decisively denied it.    

Hee Xinqiong was worried along the way. According to Zhang Wei's personality, if they met again, it would definitely cause a ruckus. Therefore, she decided to remind Zhang Yang in a kind tone.    

However, Zhang Yang just smiled indifferently and didn't take it to heart.    

This was also the reason why she didn't introduce Zhang Yang. After all, she didn't want any conflicts between the two of them, not to mention Zhang Wei had a dual identity.    

However, it was now impossible for Zhang Wei to avoid Zhang Wei's question. Slightly smiling bitterly, Zhang Wei didn't introduce the two of them to each other alone. Instead, his gaze swept across the crowd and said.    

"This is the strange person I invited from the Mainland, Zhang Yang, Mr Zhang."    

Saying that, with a swish, the Ancient Fighter s seemed to have come to a tacit understanding as they all turned to look at Zhang Wei. The atmosphere was slightly strange.    

"Zhang Yang?" Zhang Wei was surprised for a moment and immediately opened his eyes wide with a twisted expression. He strode forward and blocked his way. He then stared at Zhang Yang with a smile, "You are Zhang Yang?"    

He had long since disliked this fellow. He was a dignified Ancient Fighter, and furthermore, the heaven's pride of his sect. He actually followed behind this fellow like he was a shadow … Never would he have thought that it would be him. This could be considered as finding a place without any effort.    

When enemies meet, their eyes will turn red!    

On the other side, Wu Junxu squinted his eyes and looked Zhang Wei up and down. Suddenly, he let out a laugh with an evil and arrogant smile on his face as he nodded. I am Zhang Yang, how about it? "    

"Stop playing games here. Let me ask you, where's Su Dan?" Zhang Wei suddenly thought of something and questioned with a dark expression.    

Zhang Yang smiled without saying a word.    

At the same time, a powerful aura spread out and completely enveloped Zhang Yang, "You pretended to be my identity, borrowing my family's background, swindling everyone in the country, and now you've used some method to deceive Su Dan. The consequences are not something you can bear, today, I must take off your mask of hypocrisy, and let you know what regret is!"    

Zhang Yang did not move his body an inch. He narrowed his eyes and stared. He then spat out a word, "Get out of the way!"    

Hearing this.    

Hee Xinqiong was stunned, and the surrounding Ancient Fighter all had strange expressions on their faces.    

"Young master Zhang …"    

Hee Xinqiong's reaction was the fastest. She wanted to stop Miss Hee, but she was not cut off by Zhang Wei. "Miss Hee, this is a personal relationship between him and me, and also a grudge between the martial arts world. I hope Miss Hee doesn't interfere!"    

Zhang Wei's tone was unquestionable. It was true that Hee Xinqiong was the richest in Xiangjiang, and it was also true that she had huge connections. However, she didn't have the qualifications to restrain him.    

Hee Xinqiong's expression changed. Just as she was about to continue speaking, Taoist Xuanji lightly touched her and shook his head to stop her.    

At this moment, Zhang Wei's gaze was once again fixed onto Zhang Yang. His aura was like a rainbow and his inner force was surging. His clothes fluttered without any wind and he suddenly let out a sneer.    

"For Miss Hee's sake, I'll let you make the first move. I'll let you make three moves."    

Zhang Wei's eyes were cold as he said this word by word.    

Zhang Yang raised his foot but did not make a move. Instead, he turned around and left.    

Seeing him walk past him, Zhang Wei took a deep breath. The arrogance in his voice had completely disappeared, and what came over him instead was a complete chill.    

"You're ignoring me!"    

Zhang Wei didn't turn around. He took another deep breath and his voice echoed in the air.    

Zhang Yang did not want to make a move, it was not because he was afraid, but because he felt that there was no need. His goal was clear, he had to quickly find the place where Mutant Race was hidden.    

"Ignore the price of me, Zhang Wei!"    

"Whiz!"    

Zhang Wei made his move. His figure disappeared on the spot, leaving an afterimage as he punched out at Zhang Yang, shouting, "Take my punch! If you're still alive, I'll spare your life!"    

That night, after his battle with the Wolf Star Tribe's soldiers, although he had suffered some minor injuries, but after more than ten days, he had already fully recovered.    

From his point of view, Zhang Yang was only 18 or 19 years old. No matter how powerful he was, he could not be any stronger. That was why he held such a stance.    

Of course, he did not underestimate his opponent. To be invited by Hee Xinqiong, he must have some skills. Thus, when he made a move, Zhang Wei almost gave it his all.    

Under the pressure of the inner strength, his fist seemed to expand. The veins and vessels were like numerous green dragons, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they rapidly struck the air, producing crisp crackling sounds.    

The power of this punch was as if it could split mountains and split rocks. Even from far away, Hee Xinqiong could feel the wind of this punch.    

His speed was very quick. With a flash, he appeared behind Zhang Yang like a flash of light. At that moment, Zhang Yang was still not moving at all. He did not even turn his head back.    

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile!    

At such a distance, no matter what methods his opponent used, he was still unable to block his own punch … Not to mention retaliating and dodging, the other party didn't even have the time to turn around.    

In other words, the other party's reaction was too slow!    

Thinking about this, Zhang Wei couldn't help but retract his Qi. Although he hated Zhang Yang very much, if he really did kill him on the spot, he wouldn't be able to do it out of respect. However, Zhang Wei had already made up his mind to deal with Zhang Yang ruthlessly afterwards.    

It's over.    

The surrounding Ancient Fighter s also had the same thought, especially the youth surnamed Lin. He couldn't help but look towards his four junior brothers, but Taoist Xuanji opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Yang.    

Just as his fist was about to hit Zhang Yang's back, something strange happened.    

Puff!    

Zhang Wei's hair was wildly flying in the air. His fist was frozen in mid-air, and the inner energy around his fist was surging. However, his fist was lightly held by a single hand.    

Zhang Wei's face was aghast and his pupils dilated in disbelief.    

Fast!    

It was too fast!    

Taoist Xuanji and the group of experts only had one thought in their mind. With their strength, they couldn't even tell when Zhang Yang turned around and when he attacked. Zhang Wei's punch was already in their palms.    

Zhang Yang's expression was calm and a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He said, "Your punch is only this much."    

After finishing his sentence, he gave a light push. Zhang Wei groaned and kept backing up. At the same time, Zhang Yang's voice rang out loud and clear.    

"It's my turn!"    

He drew an extremely sharp arc on the ground and rushed in front of Zhang Wei like lightning. Then, his fist turned into a shadow and smashed towards Zhang Wei's face.    

Zhang Wei, who was caught off guard, jumped back. His body was covered in cold sweat. His internal energy surged through his body as he used all his strength to resist.    

"Shua!"    

The dozen Ancient Fighter s all stared at Zhang Yang's figure in shock. His speed was too fast and Zhang Wei, who was at the King Level, did not even have the strength to fight back. They could only passively resist.    

Baldy and the other bodyguards also looked over. They stood there like statues, their mouths wide open and their eyes bulging. The expressions on their faces were the same as the ones on the other side. Shocked, aghast, and in disbelief.    

"Bang bang …" "Bam!"    

Needles could be heard all around the villa. At this moment, only two blurry shadows were left behind. The rapid sounds of fists and feet hitting against each other and the violent thumping of the hearts of the people nearby could be heard.    

Zhang Yang was like a mad Vicious Beast at this moment.    

His entire body was emitting a terrifying aura, his hair was wildly fluttering, he kicked Zhang Wei flying, then formed a fist, a Whip Leg, a straight fist, and a fist … With a flurry of punches, Zhang Wei was sent flying more than a dozen meters away. In the process, Zhang Yang followed closely behind and continuously punched Zhang Wei.    

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed … How many punches?    

A hundred punches, or even a thousand punches. No one knew how many there were.    

Zhang Yang's fist was like a violent torrential rain that never stopped. The continuous thunderous sound was deafening, causing everyone's heart to beat faster and faster, eventually gathering into a drumbeat straight line.    

Attack!    

An attack without end!    

Violent Attack!    

The violent beating, no, it had long since exceeded the scope of the beating. It was a violent and brutal beating!    

No one knew when he stopped, but he was like a heavy hammer hitting the drum, rolling and punching out in all directions. His figure was as fast as lightning, appearing and disappearing, and his fists were no longer visible to the naked eye.    

Only one's ears would be able to catch the sounds of the punches being thrown out like a torrential rain.