Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

In the hall, Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and scanned through everyone around him.    

    

There was no pride in winning, nor was there any viciousness in his eyes. There was only calmness like the sea, as if everything from before had nothing to do with him.    

    

However, when his calm gaze swept over them, everyone felt as though they were trapped in a cosmic vacuum, suffocating to the point where it was hard to breathe.    

    

His eyes appeared to be very calm, but everyone present was completely certain that the calmness and ruthlessness hidden deep within his calm expression was real.    

    

Over a dozen bodyguards were lying on the ground in disarray, no heart-wrenching howls could be heard, all of them were motionless. Only their occasionally twitching bodies could be seen, it seemed that they were not dead.    

    

However, everyone knew that even if they didn't die, it wouldn't be much better to deal with such a heavy blow just now. If it was a good situation and they were crippled for life, it might even be a vegetable.    

    

As for Zhang Jun's 5 bodyguards, from the way their eyes were bulging and blood was flowing out of their mouths, it could be seen that they were dead beyond dead.    

    

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of rapid breathing, and one could even hear his heart beating rapidly.    

    

At this moment, everyone was afraid.    

    

So it was the real world. He was really here to kill!    

    

While trembling, everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Jun, who was in the middle of the hall.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Jun was no longer as calm as he was before. He stood there in a daze and his face was filled with fear.    

    

"Brother, you and I have no enmity with each other. I wonder what business you have with me?"    

    

Seeing Zhang Yang walk over step by step, Zhang Jun became more and more nervous. Especially that pair of emotionless eyes, Zhang Jun did not doubt that the other party was definitely here to kill him. Perhaps in a few seconds, he would become a corpse.    

    

"Of course I'm here to kill you."    

    

Zhang Yang's calm voice resounded throughout the hall. He said this without any hesitation. It not only caused Zhang Jun's face to become even more pale, even the surrounding second young masters started to tremble slightly.    

    

Assassin!    

    

This was a killer!    

    

If so many of us see it, will he kill us to keep it a secret?    

    

Many people looked at each other and saw the fear on each other's face. However, no one dared to head out and run. Who knew if there would be a sniper lying in ambush outside the courtyard?    

    

Otherwise, how could he dare to kill someone so openly and with such a calm demeanor?    

    

Yes, that must be it, that must be it!    

    

"Hehehe, friend, you really know how to joke …"    

    

"I never joke with animals, you are no longer fit to have personality!" Zhang Yang continued to walk forward.    

    

"Friend, we have something to discuss. Whether or not someone hired you to kill me, I can give you a double, no, ten times the price. If you are willing to kill him, I can give you twenty times the price!"    

    

As Zhang Yang got closer, Zhang Jun couldn't help but step back and open his mouth.    

    

Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't say anything, Zhang Jun finally gave up hope. He became ferocious and roared loudly, "Since that's the case, go to hell!"    

    

The moment he shouted, he suddenly raised his right hand that was hidden behind his back. In his hand was a gun, the black muzzle was pointed at Zhang Yang and he fired immediately.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

There were no sounds of bullets being shot out. Instead, they were replaced by the sudden bone-cracking sounds. Everyone felt their scalps go numb. When they looked up, they saw Zhang Jun bending over with his face pale and in extreme pain.    

    

It was unknown when the pistol fell to the ground. The right hand holding the gun had been pinched into a chicken claw. The one who attacked was Zhang Yang, who was walking forward.    

    

As for how he had attacked, no one had seen.    

    

"Ah!    

    

A miserable howl resounded. Even so, Zhang Jun did not let go of the last shred of his desire to win, "Let me tell you, if you dare to kill me, my father-in-law will not let you go …"    

    

Bang!    

    

A Palm Knife hit his mute acupoint and Zhang Jun's scream became a gasp. He could not make a sound as he stared at Zhang Yang with his eyes wide open in shock.    

    

This was because he saw that this face, which had its back facing everyone, was actually wiggling strangely. In almost an instant, it had turned into a face that made his soul want to leave his body.    

    

Zhang Yang!    

    

He is Zhang Yang!    

    

However, he did not have the time to think about such a strange thing. He was completely stunned by Zhang Yang's identity and even forgot the pain on his palm.    

    

"Many people have died because of your despicability, how are you still alive?"    

    

Zhang Jun: "..."    

    

He threw a pleading look filled with regret, but what greeted him was a meteor punch directly towards Zhang Jun's face.    

    

In an instant, his originally elegant and handsome face was like a tomato that had been smashed. Blood spurted out.    

    

"Motherf * cker hates bastards like you the most!"    

    

After saying that, Zhang Yang turned around and gave him an elbow strike. This time, Zhang Jun let out a sound like a dead beast and fell down while covering his face.    

    

On his face, the bridge of his nose had been broken, and several of his teeth had been broken.    

    

"You kidnapped Fei, threatened Lee Shan, and plotted against my business. You deserve to die!"    

    

This sentence was directly echoed in Zhang Jun's mind. No one else heard it.    

    

With that, he raised his right foot and kicked his face, causing his entire body to fly backwards. That face could no longer be called a face. The strength in his leg was much greater than a fist or an elbow.    

    

"You're with outsiders, forcing your brothers and sisters to death. How the f * ck do you still have the courage to live in this world? You're worse than pigs and dogs, you bastard!"    

    

He took a step forward, grabbed his hair, and fiercely dragged it up, followed by a vicious knee strike.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

Even the trembling crowd couldn't help but close their eyes. Without even needing to look, one could tell that with this knee strike, that fellow's face was completely ruined.    

    

"You deserve to die!" Zhang Yang slapped his face with every word he said.    

    

In the end, he turned and used a Whip Leg to sweep across the area. All the impact and inertia were on his leg like a heavy hammer.    

    

Bang!    

    

Zhang Jun did not have the slightest reaction and was forcibly sent flying. However, Zhang Yang did not stop because of this, the force of both of his legs exploding, followed by another Whip Leg throw.    

    

Although Zhang Jun deliberately controlled his strength, two Whip Leg s were still not something he could withstand easily. His falling body once again drew a parabola in the air.    

    

However, Zhang Yang still didn't have any plans to stop. To him, it was too easy to easily kill this bastard.    

    

He took a step forward and quickly ran. The powerful explosive force was like a gust of wind in the hall, instantly catching up to Zhang Jun who was still in the air.    

    

Immediately, he stomped his feet on the ground, raised his hands, and fired a Sky Shattering Cannon at his chest.    

    

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Zhang Jun flew back once again. Along the way, his joints were like firecrackers, crackling non-stop.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the clothes on his upper body strangely exploded in midair, hanging on his body like rags.    

    

What kind of power was this?    

    

As everyone was trembling with fear, they were filled with a deep amazement.    

    

No one could guess where this strange power came from.    

    

However, this did not stop there. At the bottom, Zhang Yang followed closely like lightning. He bent his legs slightly and jumped up. He threw a roundhouse kick in midair and hit Zhang Jun's waist mercilessly.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

An ear-piercing sound of bones breaking resounded, Zhang Jun was bounced up high once again.    

    

As if he felt the end of his life, Zhang Jun slowly opened his eyes as he was falling.    

    

In a trance, he vaguely saw a hand appear in his line of sight. This hand formed a palm with five fingers, unexpectedly emitting a brilliant light. Between the five fingers, there was even lightning surrounding it …    

    

"Just what kind of person did I offend …"    

    

This was the last thought in his life. Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret to sell in this world. From the moment he started scheming against Zhang Yang, the ending had already been decided.    

    

Bang!    

    

A palm landed on Zhang Jun's head, causing a muffled sound to ring out. Zhang Jun knelt on the ground, and his stiff body fell heavily onto the ground, making a loud thumping sound.    

    

His head...    

    

No! At this moment, Zhang Jun no longer had a head, his head had actually been forcefully thrown into his chest cavity!    

    

This kind of scene directly shook everyone's visual nerves. They jumped over their brain regions and ravaged their souls.    

    

With a single palm strike! This person, this killer, this thug, in front of more than a hundred people, trampled the vice president of Hua Tuo Pharmaceutical Industry Qinghai Branch, Zhang Jun, to death!    

    

Just how much hatred could cause people to be so crazy and cold-blooded!?    

    

If the fact that he killed those bodyguards caused shock to the spectators, then at this moment, the gazes of the crowd were all filled with endless terror.    

    

The atmosphere in the hall was stifled to the extreme. The timid ones were paralyzed on the ground, puking nonstop while looking at Zhang Zu who did not look like he was in human form.    

    

Silence filled the large hall, a deathly silence!    

    

Zhang Yang's indifferent gaze swept through the crowd, causing many people to scream out in shock as they retreated while covering their mouths.    

    

Turning around, Zhang Yang walked out of the hall.    

    

After he had left for a long time, the hall suddenly became chaotic. Some of them ran out while vomiting while others quickly made phone calls, turning into a pot of porridge.    

    

No matter what kind of experiences they would experience in the future, the scene today would forever be deeply imprinted into their hearts. Even after so many years had passed, it would still be the nightmare in their lives.    

    

In fact, many of the second generation ancestors who were usually so arrogant and proud had started to withdraw themselves, changing the fate of many people as a result.    

    

All of this was Zhang Yang's intention. It was not to intimidate these people, as he would not be so bored. Instead, he used their word of mouth to confuse his line of sight and shift the target of his suspicion.    

    

He even purposely displayed some unconventional power to test the attitude of the national system towards these kinds of people. Of course, it was not a Devil Pattern Master like Zhang Yang, but the Ancient Fighter that Gu Hai had spoken of.    

    

Walking out of the Moraldo Manor, Zhang Yang found an alley with no one following him. After dispersing the Spiritual Consciousness for a hundred meters, Zhang Yang made sure that no one was following him and quickly changed his appearance to a clean set of clothes.    

    

Although there weren't many cameras in the suburbs, there were at least several places with surveillance cameras outside the Moraldo Manor. Zhang Yang didn't want to leave too many clues.    

    

With the Spiritual Consciousness leading the way, they passed through a few old alleys and approached the forest. After that, they activated their Earth-shrinking Arts and quickly entered, disappearing without a trace.    

    

About an hour later, he appeared at the foot of the East Mountain carrying a bag of Chinese medicine. He then walked to the nearest village where his Mercedes-Benz was still parked.    

    

Soon, he found the farmhouse that was taking care of his car. Zhang Yang chatted warmly with the other person for a while, then left 1000 yuan behind. Then, he started his Mercedes-Benz and drove away.