Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

But very quickly, someone reacted. The two Han people quickly ran towards the member who was kicked away. The others all stopped their movements and stared angrily at Zhang Yang and the others.    

"You dare hit me?"    

Che Renbiao didn't see the scene just now. Even if he did, he would pretend that he didn't know. No matter what happened, whoever was right or wrong, he would protect his teammates.    

Zhang Yang did not answer or even look at him. Instead, he reached out his hand to hold Ye Junyan's small hand and gently shook it, telling her to be at ease. Then, he swept his gaze across the crowd and whispered to them.    

"All of you, go watch from the side."    

His voice was soft but it sounded unquestionable. Originally, Little Fatty and the others were rolling up their sleeves to fight with the other party, but when they heard the sound, they all quietly retreated to the side without even saying a word.    

However, they knew that their boss was about to flip out. Su Su had a complicated look in her eyes while Ye Junyan's eyes were slightly red. She was more moved.    

On the other side, Wang Ke also stopped his teammates. He didn't say anything and didn't explain. Instead, he gave everyone a reassured expression. When such an expression fell into the eyes of his teammates, they all looked at Zhang Yang with some curiosity.    

"Why did you hit him!"    

Che Renbiao, who was being ignored, turned pale. He raised his voice to repeat himself. If it was any other occasion, he would have already attacked, but here, he didn't dare.    

"Why?" Only then did Zhang Yang turn around and stare at him with narrowed eyes, "He did something wrong just now and only made him pay the price."    

"You …"    

"You what?"    

Zhang Yang's expression turned cold. He didn't have the time to argue with the other party. His gaze swept across everyone on the Korean side, "If you don't accept, then get lost!"    

All the members of Martial Association were speechless. The ten members of the Korean side were enraged, while Su Su and the others showed expressions of anticipation.    

"Very well!"    

Che Renbiao walked forward step by step. He didn't stop until they were five meters away from each other. His face was dark, and the anger in his eyes burst out.    

"I want to challenge you." He repeated, turned his head to look at Wang Ke, and said coldly, "President Wang, is he also one of yours?"    

Wang Ke's expression did not change at all. He pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Not at the moment."    

Hearing this, no matter if it was the members of the Han side or the members of Martial Association, all of them revealed doubtful expressions.    

However, Zhang Yang was getting impatient. He looked at Che Renbiao and the others and spat out two words with a cold smile, "All of you can attack together. It's just a bunch of trash."    

"Very well, I will let you know who is the true trash!"    

After saying this, Che Renbiao motioned for his team members to back off. He was prepared to take action himself.    

Moreover, he could also tell that this so-called nonsense was merely a process of debating. The end result was that the person would be speaking with his fist.    

At the same time, he would not think that he would lose either. With his strength, he was only slightly weaker than Wang Ke. In the entire Jiangdu University, almost no one was his match.    

"Trash, I'll let you have two hands and one leg!"    

Che Renbiao was already angered to the point of bursting out with anger. With a loud shout, he strode forward and then heavily stomped on the ground. His upper body inclined forward as he punched towards Zhang Yang's chest.    

This punch was extremely ferocious, it was like a flash of light, and Che Renbiao's thick and solid body seemed to become incomparably sturdy. In an instant, it had already touched Zhang Yang's clothes.    

"Bam!"    

Che Renbiao was shocked, even he didn't expect this punch to be effective. However, this thought didn't last long as his face changed again and again because he saw the surrounding scenery quickly retreating.    

At this moment, he felt a slight numbness on his waist, as if someone had pushed him.    

However, at that instant, no matter if it was the members of the Han family, the members of the Martial Association, Little Fatty and the others, they were all stunned.    

Che Renbiao was sent flying with a single kick!    

What was even more infuriating was that no one could see how Zhang Yang kicked. All they saw was a shadow of a leg, and in the next moment, Zhang Yang was kicked away.    

If there was a real ancient martial arts master who saw this scene, he would definitely be amazed, because that kick just now was already at its peak.    

That kick was exactly the balance of Che Renbiao's body. To put it simply, Zhang Yang did not use any strength at all. He completely borrowed the other party's strength to break his balance and push down on the last straw.    

"Impossible!"    

A few exclamations of surprise came from outside the arena. They were all stunned as they looked at Che Renbiao, who had just gotten up and was still looking confused.    

"You …" Che Renbiao was unwilling to accept this result.    

"This is the so-called Taekwondo?" Zhang Yang stood on the spot and looked at him mockingly. "Trash, you actually dare to call yourself orthodox?"    

"NO!" I don't believe it! "    

Che Renbiao suddenly roared and rushed forward. As he approached Zhang Yang, he jumped and spread out his five fingers. With his hand as a knife, his wrist quickly turned and aimed at Wu Tie's neck.    

"Bam!"    

There was another muffled sound, and without any surprise, Che Renbiao's body flew back seven to eight meters before heavily crashing onto the ground.    

The spectating members were shocked. Facing Che Renbiao's beautiful moves, Zhang Yang simply raised his leg and kicked away.    

It was as if telling everyone else was as simple as that.    

Crazy! Everyone was in chaos.    

"Impossible, how can you beat me?"    

With a ferocious look and a pair of scarlet eyes, Che Renbiao got up and sprinted towards Zhang Yang. His fist was like the wind as it went straight through Zhang Yang's head and at the same time, a Whip Leg swept across Zhang Yang's chest.    

"Bam!"    

The crowd saw a figure that looked like a football that had been kicked away. His body flew through the air and landed heavily on the ground.    

One kick!    

Another kick!    

With a kick, the other party flew into the air cleanly without any hesitation.    

"Ah!    

At this moment, Che Renbiao was like a mad beast. He roared and jumped into the air. Amidst the howling wind, he once again attacked Wu Tie's waist.    

This time, Zhang Yang did not send him flying. Instead, he swayed his body, dodging with ease. At the same time, he still had time to mock everyone.    

"Trash, I just don't understand where your sense of superiority comes from. Trash is always trash, and Taekwondo is trash as well. What, if you don't accept it, then all of you trash can attack together."    

One sentence completely enraged the rest of the team members.    

The first one to attack was the guy that was kicked away by Zhang Yang. He swung his legs and rushed over recklessly. With an angry expression, he shouted, "I will make you pay."    

With that said, he instantly launched himself and instantly leaped into the air, launching a Whip Leg.    

Outside of the arena, Wang Ke and the rest of the team members were looking at each other with contempt, while Su Su was at a loss for words. She had a new understanding of Zhang Yang's venomous tongue.    

Shua shua shua!    

With someone taking the lead, almost at the same time, the remaining seven to eight members all moved. Their faces were all filled with boundless anger and killing intent as they ferociously rushed over to join the battle.    

One against a group.    

For a time, a group of people were fighting in the center of the arena. Crackling and whistling sounds filled the entire space.    

One figure after another flashed by, all of them shouting in anger. They were constantly clashing against each other, and from afar, they looked like a ball of yarn rolling at high speed. There were people everywhere.    

"Guild Leader, we …" Should we go up? "    

Martial Association members could not hold it in anymore, each of them rubbed their hands together, their expressions extremely excited. At the same time, everyone was extremely curious about Zhang Yang's identity.    

Wang Ke shook his head decisively with a complicated expression on his face.    

He could faintly feel that Zhang Yang was doing this on purpose to vent his anger on behalf of his teammates. In fact, he was returning the favor.    

In the arena.    

Zhang Yang's body seemed to be extremely fast but it also seemed to be extremely slow. However, he could easily dodge countless of deadly attacks.    

The voice sounded.    

"Today I will let you trash know what is orthodox."    

With that, Zhang Yang's body suddenly shook. Layers of invisible ripples appeared in the air, like a gentle breeze, followed by the sound of crackling.    

It was unknown where the sound came from, but it was very strange, like drumming on a fast paced drum. At the same time, everyone around Zhang Yang flew out like a kite with its string cut.    

"Cloud-Piercing Kick!"    

After being sent flying, Che Renbiao was the first one to jump up. With a ferocious expression and flames of anger in his eyes, he ran. He stomped on the ground with both of his feet and flew into the air.    

"You call this the Piercing Cloud Kick? I think we should call for a pig to stomp its legs from now on. "    

Having said so, Zhang Yang took a simple slide to the side and grabbed Che Renbiao's ankle as fast as lightning. Then, with a pull and a shake, his entire body was smashed away along with his own inertia and strength.    

With a bang, he landed heavily on a treadmill. Two of his ribs were broken, but this time, he didn't get up. Instead, he stared at the ceiling as if he had lost his focus.    

The guy who was kicked away by Zhang Yang just now had his muscles and muscles bulging as he poured all of his strength into his body. He punched towards Zhang Yang's head like a heavy cannon.    

"Scram!"    

With an explosive shout, Zhang Yang's body swayed. The instant he got hit, he also threw a punch at the opponent's chest, which was like a thunderbolt that blew up the air. With a crisp sound, Zhang Yang flew out while howling miserably.    

While he was in the air, his Taekwondo suit seemed to be stirred up by an invisible wave of air, as if it had turned into an inflated balloon.    

There was no end to it. After throwing out that punch, Zhang Yang turned around and released a Whip Leg, heavily smashing onto that guy who was preparing to sneak attack.    

"With just trash like you, you still dare to provoke a Chinese martial artist? You don't even know shame; you even dare to compete against Haoyue."    

As he spoke, Zhang Yang's body tilted downward in a strange way, and with a swift motion, he crashed into one of the men's arms, connecting with a vicious knee strike that hit the man's stomach. Zhang Yang flew across the air as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.    

At the same time, he turned around and sent an elbow strike straight at the chest of the person beside him. When the sound of breaking bones rang out, Zhang Yang had already grabbed the other person's wrist and dragged it towards his chest.    

The time was very short. In less than a minute, Zhang Yang was in the crowd kicking and punching. Anyone who got close to him was completely blown away.    

The crisp sound of bones breaking sounded one after another without stopping for a moment.    

This could no longer be called a battle, but an undisguised humiliation and ravaging.    

When they stopped, all twelve members of the Korean team were lying on the ground, looking at a loss and ashamed.    

Violence!    

Aesthetics of violence!    

Su Su and Ye Junyan were fine, but Little Fatty and the rest opened their mouths wide as if they were in a dream. They were in a state of shock because they knew Zhang Yang could fight. No, it could no longer be described as a battle. Rather, it was like flowing water, a violence that even gave birth to a sense of beauty.    

As for Wang Ke and the other team members, they were all the same. However, they were even more surprised at the essence of the battle.    

They were all martial artists, and compared to normal people, they all had a certain amount of eyesight. This was the first time they saw a battle that used one's body, one's body, or the body of another person, as well as all sorts of battle methods that could be used.    

What shocked them the most was that every part of Zhang Yang's body seemed to have a life of its own. He was able to accurately grasp the timing of observation and reaction.    

Wang Ke was expressionless, so it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. However, the depths of his eyes were filled with intense shock and horror.    

He was sure that this wasn't Zhang Yang's final strength. He must still have some energy left.    

Zhang Yang stood there quietly. There was no longer any disdain or provocation in his eyes, but his voice was sharper than a knife. It mercilessly stabbed into the hearts of the Korean team members.    

"Fists are not hard enough, consciousness is not good enough, movements are flashy and weak, body reaction is slow …" Go somewhere else to demonstrate your sense of superiority. Huaxia is not suitable for you! "    

Then, he raised his head and nodded towards Wang Ke, turned around and walked out.