Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

Zhang Yang's eyes were brimming with energy. There was no difference between him and a hundred people. On the contrary, he liked this violent feeling. He felt like his blood was boiling.    

With a long roar, Zhang Yang's joints let out a crisp sound like popping beans. With him at the center, it was as if an invisible wave of air swept in all directions.    

When the storm of fists and kicks came, Zhang Yang Xun left a faint shadow in the crowd like a meteor. When he appeared, he was already in front of a soldier.    

Then, his body swayed, and every inch of his muscles seemed to come to life. Like a fish swimming in water, he darted through the crowd, throwing out a Whip Leg, causing a path to be smashed open by a muscular soldier.    

Zhang Yang was like a bolt of lightning, closely following him. A concentrated burst of muffled sound came from his body. When Zhang Yang left, he fainted before he even landed on the ground, not knowing if he was dead or alive.    

Zhang Yang turned around and released a Whip Leg, fiercely smashing onto the body of the person who tried to attack him. Zhang Yang's body was like a cooked shrimp, flying more than ten meters away, smashing onto the training ground, no one knew whether he was dead or alive.    

He suddenly accelerated and crashed into the chest of a soldier. Immediately after, he bent his elbow and struck the soldier squarely in the chest.    

When he was beaten out, the soldiers who were watching the most could hear the cracking sounds of his bones. They flew far away and landed on the ground while twitching.    

Whether it was the spectators or the soldiers fighting outside, they were all frightened and furious. A biting cold murderous intent spread out as they brought out their strongest forces.    

In their eyes, Zhang Yang was too vicious. This was a killing move, no one dared to hold back.    

What I don't know is that Zhang Yang has been controlling his strength all this time. Although many people lost their arms and legs and their ribs, no one died.    

Bang bang bang.    

All sorts of muffled collisions could be heard as both sides fought until their eyes turned red.    

Unfortunately, they were unable to threaten Zhang Yang at all. Even if they met force with force, every part of his body was as hard as training steel.    

This was a true combat expert. No one had ever seen such a crude combat style. His every movement hadn't been superfluous. Even when he was in combat, his body was still borrowing the momentum of the wind.    

Kacha, kacha, kacha … The sound of kacha never stopped for a moment.    

Those watching the battle were shocked. It was hard to imagine that such an expert from the army could actually deal with a young man in such a way.    

Han Guoer and Ye Liner's beautiful faces were petrified the entire time. An incredulous expression filled their hearts.    

Especially Han Guoer, her emotions were indescribably complicated.    

At the beginning, she thought Zhang Yang was a young master, but after a day of interaction, she found that he was completely different. He was a timid, perverted, lecherous, and perverted guy without any good points.    

However, the youth that had appeared in front of her was in a different form.    

The aesthetic of violence, violence, violence!    

Crackling sounds were heard as Zhang Yang was surrounded by dozens of military experts. Zhang Yang's figure was nowhere to be seen.    

Suddenly, a sound similar to the great bell and great rune came out. It sounded like the eruption of a volcano. Then, countless cries of pain rang out. The dozen or so military experts surrounding him were like pieces of torn cloth that flew out in all directions.    

This was a shocking scene. The air was filled with the smell of blood and iron. There was no one else within three meters of Zhang Yang.    

However, it was impossible for them to retreat now. Things had been forced to this point. After a short pause, dozens of people rushed towards Zhang Yang.    

"Kill!"    

"Kill!"    

"Kill!"    

The intense battle once again instantly turned into a white-hot, crackling sound. Thirty plus military experts surrounded Zhang Yang.    

The spectators outside were deeply shocked. Just how strong was this unknown youth that he could actually fight against the elites of the military by himself. If this were to be known, no one would believe him.    

The more he fought, the crazier Zhang Yang became. He even let out a few long howls from his mouth occasionally. His body was the strongest weapon, charging and killing in a zigzag manner amidst the crowd.    

One could see his hands, elbows, shoulders and legs. As long as one was hit, one would be injured or not. No one was a match for him.    

He was unstoppable, and no one could stop him. Wherever he went, miserable groans could be heard as his bones cracked, and bright red blood splashed into the air.    

This was an extremely intense battle! Well, at least on the surface.    

When Zhang Yang stopped, there were no longer any soldiers around him. All sorts of training methods had been done, and miserable cries or unconscious figures were hanging on the ground.    

It was hard to believe that the hundred odd military experts had all been beaten to the ground if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.    

Zhang Yang stood quietly in the middle of the room. His eyes were as calm as usual, but in such an occasion, his fluttering clothes, dancing hair, and tall and straight figure were deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.    

Even many years later, there would still be people discussing this scene. This was something that they could not erase.    

Following his gaze, everyone saw a figure hiding beside a training board. It was Zhou Wenlve, the main culprit of this disaster!    

"You, what are you trying to do?" Zhou Wenlve's expression changed and he couldn't help but take a step back.    

Seeing that Zhang Yang was silent, he hysterically shouted: "Let me tell you, if you dare to touch me, Heavenly King Sect will not let you go."    

"You won't let me go?" Zhang Yang continued to walk forward slowly, stepping over Karlov's still twitching body. "Didn't he just say that there's only fist in the military, is that unreasonable?"    

"You …" Zhou Wenlve was furious, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you know Sky King Lu Tianfeng? Let me tell you, you're dead for sure."    

Who is Lu Tianfeng!    

The number one expert in Fifth Column, the young master Merit Family, his uncle Lu Haijun was the vice-captain of the fourth squadron, and was once the captain of the five mysterious divisions.    

Just how powerful was Lu Tianfeng!    

It was said that he had once fought evenly with Lan Yun, the number one expert of the Fierce Tiger Corps and also the captain of Seal Army Group, Jason.    

Even though he had lost several years in a row, no one dared to question the strength of Sky King Lu.    

Zhou Wenlve had already understood the information clearly. He spoke with a stern voice, hoping that Zhang Yang would back off. After all, he had beaten Karlov to an unrecognizable state, so he should have a bit of scruples.    

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain, how could Zhang Yang recognize Lu Tianfeng. Even if the commander of War God Army Group came, he would still beat him up, let alone that Lu Tianfeng.    

"You … Don't come over, let me tell you, my home is in Longhai City, my dad is Zhou Gang. "    

Puff!    

The originally somber atmosphere was now filled with the laughter of many people. At the same time, many gazes of contempt were directed towards him.    

Zhang Yang's pace became slower and slower. He pointed at the group of people lying on the ground and said, "These people are all lying on the ground because of your instigation. Why are you still standing?"    

"I …"    

His voice was interrupted as he received the punch that was like a shooting star, directly hitting Zhou Wenlve's face.    

Zhou Wenlve's originally elegant face was like a tomato that was smashed into pieces. Blood splashed everywhere!    

"I hate bastards like you the most."    

As he spoke, Zhang Yang turned around and gave him an elbow strike. This time, Zhou Wenlve let out an inhuman scream and fell down while covering his face.    

The bridge of his face was broken, and several of his teeth had been broken.    

"Who do you think said I'm not part of the army? Hm? In order to satisfy your malicious heart of revenge, you instigate others to be your blade? "    

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and stomped on the man's face, sending him flying backwards. That face could no longer be called a face. The strength in his leg was much greater than a fist or an elbow.    

"How could someone like you become a soldier? You shouldn't be f * cking living in this world, it's simply a waste of food, a waste of air. "    

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

Ka-cha! *    

Even the soldiers could not help closing their eyes at this moment. They did not even need to look to know that this vicious knee strike was the end of this fellow's face.    

"You f * cking want to pick up girls, but you only have to rely on your own f * cking abilities to do so. No one will stop you, letting so many people throw their lives away for you. Tell me, should you die?"    

Every time he said that, Zhang Yang would smack him in the face!    

"Spare …" Zhou Wenlve's mosquito-like voice sounded.    

"Pah!"    

"In the future, the fucking universe will collapse. It's precisely people like you that exist in this world …"    

He suddenly grabbed Zhou Wenlve's collar and lifted him up into the air. Then, he slapped Zhou Wenlve like lightning and sent him flying, "I will let you know what is called a deep memory today."    

The soldiers who were watching were stunned. Only now did they realize that beating someone up also required a reason. For example: the collapse of the universe, a deep memory …    

Although Zhang Yang said a few words in an intermittent manner, no one present was a fool. Even the soldiers who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up vaguely understood that they were being used by this guy.    

Zhang Yang stood up lightly and patted the dust off his body as if nothing had happened.    

What he said just now was all from the bottom of his heart. Others might not understand, but it was the truth. Zhang Yang hated people like this the most.    

This was a guy who relied on his background to do whatever he wanted, who relied on his small intelligence to play around with others, acting like a friend for glory, stepping on other people's corpses to gain power.    

Feng Qingyun calmly stood up and faced a bunch of soldiers with complicated expressions of shock. Zhang Yang ignored them and walked outside.    

The training center was silent, with only light footsteps. No one spoke, and no one stopped them.    

However, just as he took a few steps, the automatic door of the training center opened, accompanied by the sound of rapid military boots.    

Su Ling had arrived!