Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

It wasn't that he didn't know exquisite moves, and couldn't finish the battle faster. It was that he was venting his anger for Ye Junyan, and it was also to repay Wang Ke a favor.    

He just wanted to ruthlessly humiliate this bunch of Korean, and defeat them in the area that they were most proficient in. No matter what the result would be, it would leave an unerasable shadow in their hearts.    

Zhang Yang had never been merciful towards his enemies, not to mention that they had already crossed his bottom line. If it was another occasion, Zhang Yang would have already killed them all.    

Everyone returned to their seats in the stands. During this period, no one said a word. After sitting down, Little Fatty and the others had strange looks in their eyes. They looked at Zhang Yang and worshipped him without any concealment.    

"What are you looking at me for …" "Hiss!"    

Zhang Yang scolded with a harmless look on his face. Before he could finish, Su Su and Ye Junyan had attacked the tender ribs on both sides of his body.    

"Boss, you're my idol …" The fatty immediately used the same trick and walked over, "Boss, your acting tough state has already reached its peak, and no one is around you."    

With just one sentence, the crowd burst into laughter, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.    

"Ol 'Three, you're wrong, that's not called posturing." A shy smile appeared on Elder Brother Xiaosa's feminine face, "Boss must be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."    

With a sudden change in tone, this guy's facial expression immediately changed. The change was so fast that it made people flabbergasted. With a flattering face, he said, "Boss, you have to support me when I form an art group!"    

"F * ck off." Pei Jun started to speak, "You are just a pretty boy who can make third grade movies. I'm still waiting for my boss to teach me how to play basketball."    

"Let's not talk anymore. The two teams are about to fight."    

Zhang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After this bunch of people said three sentences, he was twisted counterclockwise three times. Zhang Yang was confused as to why they would always abuse him after getting closer to the two beauties.    

When he left just now, the school director was just about to say something, but he reckoned that it was already over. A beautiful host stood on the stage and started enthusiastically making introductions. She was simply emphasizing the principle of 'first in friendship, second in the competition'.    

However, everyone knew that there was no such thing as number one in literature or martial arts. The secret contest between the two sides did not happen in just a day or two.    

The first batch of people to come out were not two teams, but eight referees. These referees were not school teachers, but a group of martial arts masters that had been invited from outside.    

These people were all famous martial artists from all walks of life in Jiangdu, and most of them were highly respected elderly people. Of course, the famous martial artists and Ancient Fighter were not on the same level, and the two sides were not on the same level, one was an ancient martial arts legacy, and the other was a martial arts fan with the nature of a nation.    

Every time the host introduced a referee, he would proclaim his position in the martial arts community. The whole stadium was filled with cheers and applause.    

Next, the ten members from the two sides respectively appeared on stage, and the entire stands instantly became a boiling sea.    

The host chattered on and on about the two team members, analyzing the possible results of the match, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the hubbub of cheers.    

The university students waved the small red flag in their hands, loudly shouting the slogans of China's team. The red flags were arranged in a neat line, looking at the stands, ten thousand flags were fluttering.    

On the other side, the Japanese team didn't have such a good treatment. They were like small boats floating in the sea. Amidst the unbridled cheers, they seemed as if they could sink into the sea at any moment.    

However, what made people's eyes shine was that in the Japanese team, there were actually three female members. Their leader was also a tall girl with long hair that covered her shoulders.    

"Eh? The members of our school are in pretty good shape, so all of them look pretty excited. "    

"Yeah, aiya, they're looking our way. Don't tell me they're all super experts who can see and hear everything?"    

A guy behind them shouted. Su Su, Little Fatty, and the rest looked at Zhang Yang and laughed at the same time.    

"Hehe, Ol 'Three is actually also on stage. This guy has really made a name for himself." Elder Brother Xiaosa was filled with resentment.    

"Stay aside."    

Little Fatty joked, then came over and said, "Boss, do you think we will win?"    

Hearing that, the rest of the people also listened and looked over in interest. Now, they had unreserved trust in Zhang Yang's words.    

"It's hard to say."    

Zhang Yang said lightly. His eyes narrowed slightly as he paid attention to the Japanese team members. Very soon, he slightly frowned.    

"What's wrong?" Su Su asked in a low voice, looking at his expression.    

"Three of our opponents have cultivated their Qi, while the rest have developed their Qi."    

After pausing for a moment, Zhang Yang continued, "There are only Wang Ke and Ge Wu that are barely feeling the air. No one else has it."    

"Doesn't this mean that we will lose?"    

Little Fatty opened his eyes wide in surprise.    

Right now, the entire stands were filled with cheers and cheers. The students were greatly anticipating the Martial Arts Association and it was also a home battle. Wang Ke and the other Martial Association members' confidence was high, but if they lost …    

No one dared to think any further.    

With so many school leaders watching, it was no longer just a matter of personal honor and disgrace. It was a matter of the honor and disgrace of the entire school, as well as all the major universities in the country. It was even an exaggeration.    

If they lost, not only would Martial Association members be exposed, they might even be disbanded. However, Jiangdu University would also become a laughing stock, and this would even affect the rate at which they rose.    

Too much.    

Zhang Yang did not say anything, but his eyes calmly waited for the start of the match. He had no other choice, after the start of the match, the names of the contestants would be reported to the referee, and there was no way to change it.    

Under everyone's anticipation, the first match soon began, and the entire hall became silent.    

"In the first round, I shall fight with Sakura University standing upright against Jiangdu University's Hu Yiyang."    

The moment the host finished his sentence, the entire hall erupted into cheers, almost lifting the roof off the hall.    

"Jiang Da!"    

"Victory!"    

"Huaxia!"    

"Victory!"    

The neat slogans, the small red flag, and the students' high enthusiasm gathered together to form a sea of red, an atmosphere that made one's blood boil and their vital energy and blood surge filled the air above the entire stands.    

Zhang Yang was expressionless on the front row, while Little Fatty and the others had worried looks on their faces. The higher they lifted, the harder they fell. Now everyone's expectations were high, if they were to lose … I'm afraid it's hard to accept psychologically.    

"Everyone, wait for my good news."    

Seated at the Martial Association seating area, Hu Yiyang stood up, looked at his teammates, and raised his arms in a cheering pose, "President, I will not disappoint you."    

Wang Ke smiled lightly and patted his shoulder, "Remember, this time, both of us have a tacit understanding. As long as no one dies, we will do our best."    

"Good luck, Hu Yiyang!" Everyone began to encourage him.    

Hu Yiyang nodded heavily, turned around, and walked into the arena.    

The Japanese side appeared as a tall and thin guy, about 1.7 meters tall. However, his arms were very long, and he looked like a skinny monkey with long arms.    

Hu glanced down at Ichawa, who was much shorter than him, and smiled, "Classmate Ichawa, you have to show some mercy later."    

"Hypocritical!" "I will do my best. If you're afraid, you can give up!"    

"I'm afraid of your grandmother."    

Hu Yiyang cursed, and then immediately assumed a fighting stance.    

Without further ado, the match quickly began.    

Hu Yiyang was tall and strong, but he was not clumsy. His attacks were quick and ruthless. His body moved like a black tower, bringing up the wind as he took the initiative to attack.    

In the area reserved for Martial Association, Ge Wu's eyes shone brightly as he asked with a doubtful tone, "Could it be that this Hu Yiyang inherited the technique from his northern leg? Why does it look a little familiar? "    

Everyone smiled faintly and did not say a word.    

After a long while, Wang Ke finally said, "You just joined Martial Association and we'll know about it in the future. However, Hu Yiyang attacked with the Absolute Murderous Leg, he really thinks highly of that guy. This round should not be a problem."    

After hearing this, everyone nodded their heads.    

In the arena.    

Hu Yiyang's eighteen consecutive kicks were not only extremely sharp, but they were also extremely beautiful. His speed became faster and faster, until finally, he could form a shadow or two of his legs, enveloping everyone in his presence.    

The stands were already clamoring, especially the freshmen. This was the first time they had seen such a scene in real life. Usually, only on television could they see such clean and nimble combat moves.    

Everyone's mood fluctuated. Amidst their cheers, they nervously watched the two sides engaged in battle.    

On the surface, it seemed that he was at a disadvantage. Hu Yiyang would just need to put in a little bit of effort and he would be able to defeat his opponent.    

Everyone's confidence soared as they cheered for Hu Yiyang in unison.    

"Boss, do you think Hu Yiyang can win?" Little Fatty, Pei Jun, and Elder Brother Xiaosa all came over to ask their concern.    

"I'm afraid we'll lose."    

With one sentence, their hearts sank.    

Just as he finished his sentence, cries of surprise rose up from all around them.    

There was no complicated fancy moves, nor was there a continuous stream of shots. There was only a shadow that appeared in a flash. Straight away, he dodged Hu Yiyang's heavy kicks and arrived in front of him.    

"Afterimage, f * ck, I actually saw an afterimage. Isn't that a scene that only exists in novels?"    

"Damn, he's so fast!"    

There were also many military instructors who were watching the battle, and all of their expressions immediately became serious.    

"Ninjutsu..." A black-faced instructor faintly spat out two words, while the others remained indifferent.    

In the arena, Jing Chuan directly used his speed to take a step forward. The blade in his hand danced like a snake. Hu Yiyang didn't even have time to react before his entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning.    

He was hit in the chest with a palm.    

Then, another blurred figure flashed by, standing straight on the tip of his foot and jumping up. He spun in the air, twisted his waist and swung his leg, then threw a roundhouse kick at Hu Yiyang, kicking him out of the arena.    

With just one strike, Hu Yiyang, who was still surrounded by the shadows of his legs, was sent flying.    

He lost without a doubt.    

When he saw Hu Yiyang try to stand up and collapse, the entire gymnasium became deathly silent.    

This result left the audience dumbstruck, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. It was hard to accept that Hu Yiyang had lost just like that.    

In the arena, Jing Chuan's body slightly trembled twice as an unusual flush surfaced on his face. He then looked at the referee and coldly said.    

"Can we announce the results of the match now?"