Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

Han Guoer would never have thought that such a day would come where she would be seen by an unfamiliar man throughout her entire body. Even the most private parts of her body would be seen without any obstruction.    

    

If she didn't kill him, Han Guoer felt that there would be no need for her to continue living.    

    

On the other side, Zhang Yang followed the reaction of the Spiritual Consciousness and headed deeper into the garden.    

    

"It's only been three hundred years, are all the youngsters nowadays so powerful?"    

    

Although the exchange just now was short, based on the opponent's strength and speed, as well as the reaction time of his body, Zhang Yang judged that the little girl was pretty good. Although she was still a distance away from Earth Level, her overall qualities were very balanced.    

    

Actually, this kind of situation wasn't that strange in this era. Zhang Yang only understood a few big things, but he didn't pay much attention to the other aspects.    

    

First of all, that black rainstorm from 300 years ago caused the second genetic transition of the entire human race, greatly increasing the fitness level.    

    

Secondly, the cultivation technique he left behind went astray in the past. Back then, who on earth could have cultivated to the Heaven Level realm? He could only find something else, research and develop the gene liquid, expand the magic prints, and embark on a different cultivation path.    

    

Third, after the survival war ended, civil war broke out among the entire human race. One hundred and fifty years ago, armors had already been developed, and to control them, one needed a strong physique.    

    

The most important point was that after so many years of exploration, humans had finally discovered a tremendous secret from the four-dimensional space. As a result, in the current era, body techniques and fighting techniques had become compulsory courses.    

    

Basically everyone has to undergo the basic training of body techniques from primary school onwards.    

    

Starting from the most basic body tempering training to the close-combat combat techniques required systematic training and learning. If one's physical skills and comprehensive physical quality were not up to standard, not to mention joining the army and university, even employment in the future would be a serious problem.    

    

Especially one hundred and fifty years ago, when the human race had set up a digital space, armoured fighting techniques had become popular, pushing the body technique fighting to the most flourishing stage in history.    

    

Moreover, the overall strength of his body and fighting technique had completely entered the digitized mode.    

    

Han Guoer had only learned a little physical combat at school, and most of it came from her grandfather. Moreover, she was very fond of that aspect, and would often secretly spar with others in her free time; however, due to her ladylike image, she rarely used martial arts.    

    

Although she had not graduated from the military academy, in March of this year, with her own strength, she had already passed the test to become a member of the War God Army Group, one of the most armed forces in the Federation.    

    

After three days, you can officially enter the army to train.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Yang was standing in front of a three-story building with a complicated expression on his face.    

    

Three hundred years ago, this was the place where he had awakened. However, after three hundred years, his state of mind had become different.    

    

The Star Condensation Formation no longer existed. Instead, it was a combination of a technology and runes.    

    

Slightly sighing, Zhang Yang squinted and looked over. At the same time, the scene in front of him changed.    

    

Other than the original three-storey building, there were layers upon layers of ripples on its surface, enveloping the entire building like an infrared ray.    

    

"Technology and magic prints …" Zhang Yang's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.    

    

What he did not know was that in these short three hundred years, whether it was technological advancements, genetic evolution, or even magic prints research, they were all progressing by leaps and bounds.    

    

Just from the Waves in front of its eyes, it had a strange name. It was called Magnetic Wall, and was also called the tomb of a strong Ranker.    

    

It did not have the support of obsidian and was not an array. Instead, it was using the Dual Polarity Field to detect magic prints, as well as the fusion of space techniques. Its defensive power was not inferior to that of a small military base.    

    

Once touched or destroyed, it would be attacked by various ranged weapons that were precise and fatal. If one wanted to enter, they would need to be certified as an ID.    

    

Of course, to the people of this world, it was almost impossible to do it silently, but Zhang Yang was an exception.    

    

Zhang Yang slightly raised the corner of his mouth. Without any hesitation, he didn't even raise his hand and directly passed through the first layer of Magnetic Wall.    

    

Naturally, it was as if the Magnetic Wall did not exist at all. Moreover, it did not trigger the bottom line of defense, so the magic prints continued to spread out in a specific route, as if Zhang Yang, who had just merged with it, was originally one of them.    

    

About ten minutes later, Zhang Yang suddenly appeared wearing a suit. He shook his head in confusion and walked out of the room.    

    

"Oh, my body is still too weak."    

    

Just as he walked to the edge of the park, a wave of dizziness came over Zhang Yang. His body felt extremely uncomfortable, he had just woken up, and his body was unable to balance.    

    

He looked up and squinted his eyes. Then, Zhang Yang quickened his pace and stumbled to the right. His body became heavier and heavier. He had an unusual muddled feeling. He wanted to find a place where no one could disturb him and rest first.    

    

Not long after he left, the two elders shook their heads and sighed before appearing in front of the small building with a doubtful expression. If anyone saw them, they would be shocked speechless.    

    

This was because one of them was the famous god of war, Han Feipeng, from East Blue Federation.    

    

The other person was the former leader of War God Army Group, Su Xiong!    

    

However, to Zhang Yang, they also had two other names, Han Laosan and the baldy!    

    

He had already noticed the two of them earlier, but Zhang Yang didn't want to see them for now. Although he was the same person as before, his state of mind was different now.    

    

Of course, Zhang Yang was happy to see them alive. It was just that they were all old people who were two to three hundred years old and no longer had their own lives. He did not want to be disturbed because of his appearance.    

    

"..."    

    

Han Guoer's heart was burning with rage. She had almost run all over the manor, but that damned peeping Tom was nowhere to be seen.    

    

What made her even more infuriated was the way that damned fellow looked at her … Completely disregarded. It was as though it was even more transparent than the air.    

    

Especially his damned short laugh, it made her ashamed.    

    

Heavens!    

    

Even now, she still could not believe that the image of a lady that she had been diligently and meticulously carrying out for the past nineteen years had been destroyed in one move, and it had been completely seen by someone else.    

    

Where is that guy?    

    

Who was he?    

    

Why did he appear at his own manor?    

    

Anxious, Han Guoer ran to the exit of the manor. She raised her white arm to wipe away the sweat on her forehead. Her eyebrows were raised and her almond-shaped eyes were wide open. She swore that if she could see that guy, she would definitely bite him.    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

He cursed in a low voice and looked around. Then, his face suddenly changed as he started running to the right.    

    

"Halt!"    

    

As she ran, Han Guoer's movements were too big and her voice was too loud. The figure sitting quietly on the stone bench on the right side of the garden slowly raised his head.    

    

Slightly turning to the side, he turned his head and looked at Han Guoer, who was dashing towards him, with some confusion and confusion.    

    

This was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He wore simple and unadorned clothes, and his figure was tall and straight. He was slightly thin, but his pitch-black pupils were calm and without ripples.    

    

As he sat there quietly, he gave the impression that he had fallen into silence. However, the slight curve of his lips gave off the feeling that he was disdainful of all that was happening around him.    

    

It was a very evil aura, but it was also difficult to forget.    

    

The young man was Zhang Yang, who just walked out of the park. He wanted to find a quiet place to recover, but his body and mind were too heavy, so he found a place to sit.    

    

For Zhang Yang, after he had fully awakened, nothing could move him anymore. He had already seen through this world.    

    

Perhaps, Han Guoer could be counted as the last beauty with her delicate, white face. Her long, black, wavy hair fluttered in the wind. She wore a purple shirt and blue hot pants. Her entire person was filled with a fiery wildness.    

    

Actually, Han Guoer was usually very ladylike and had a different temperament than others. Back in the military academy, the people who pursued her could even go around the Black Dragon River.    

    

However, in Zhang Yang's knowledge, he had seen too many beautiful women and they were all already exhausted. It was no exaggeration to say that in his eyes, Han Guoer was no different from a skeleton or a living being made of countless particles.    

    

He had long since forgotten all about what had happened earlier.    

    

He had long since lost all his passion, all his passion. There was nothing that could move his heart or interest him. He didn't want to appear in a busy city, didn't want to see any living humans.    

    

Even if he saw his old brother who was alive three hundred years ago, he still didn't want to see him.    

    

"Lecherous …" Evil thief, stop right there. "    

    

Seeing Han Guoer running over, Zhang Yang thought for a moment and suddenly remembered her. However, he didn't mind. He just casually glanced at her and then looked away.    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

Han Guoer could clearly see the indifference and indifference in Zhang Yang's eyes. She scolded angrily and ran two steps forward. Then, she jumped straight up.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

A Whip Leg swept towards Zhang Yang's temple. Regardless of strength or speed, this kick had reached Han Guoer's limit. It was as if the air in the surroundings was sucked out, and the shadow of the leg let out a sharp whistling sound.    

    

It was as if this was the only leg in the world.    

    

However, Zhang Yang's performance surprised her. In Han Guoer's eyes, the young man in front of her was just casually tilting his body, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth.    

    

He was still sitting on the stone bench, giving off a very natural and casual feeling, more like an unconscious action.    

    

Of course, Han Guoer wouldn't give up just like that. The moment her feet touched the ground, her body shot up like a mud ball that had been blown away by a spring, launching another fierce attack.    

    

In this attack, she had actually been maintaining a critical point. In addition to the whistling sound of her legs moving up, the joints in her body would occasionally emit popping sounds like popping beans.    

    

However, something even more inconceivable happened.    

    

No matter how fast she was, how powerful her strength was, no matter how much air was torn apart, no matter how many unimaginable afterimages she drew with her body, she still could not touch a single part of her opponent's collar.    

    

In her eyes, this young man had been sitting on a chair the whole time, and hadn't even left once. He had simply and casually controlled his movements to avoid Han Guoer's powerful attacks.    

    

"Damn it!" Han Guoer retorted furiously, throwing another series of side kicks into the air. At the same time, her elbows fiercely struck the opponent's chest.