C479 Potential Level
C479 Potential Level
At the entrance of the hall, a person slowly walked over. Due to the bright background light, Ouyang Qingcheng and the others were unable to clearly see his face.
As the footsteps approached, the man entered the hall. His face was reflected in the crowd's eyes.
Wearing an extremely ordinary casual attire, a youth with an evil smile leisurely walked over.
The evil-looking light smile on that calm face was particularly conspicuous, as if he was ridiculing everyone under the heavens. His pair of pitch-black eyes were deep and calm, and occasionally flashed with a trace of vicissitudes of life.
The moment he entered, it was as if an ancient existence was gradually awakening. The deep and ancient aura interweaved, causing everything in the surroundings to become motionless. Only he was moving!
He just slowly walked over, yet he was like a vast, deathly still, endless starry sky. He seemed deep and calm, but no one knew what kind of destruction was hidden in this depths.
Ouyang Qingcheng was instantly stupefied when she saw that faintly smiling face, ice-cold eyes, and wicked smile.
She could have sworn that even if she forgot anyone, she would not forget the face that seemed so ordinary.
It was him!
It must have been him at the concert that night!
Han Guoer was the same; her bewitching little mouth was wide open, and her expression was like that of a petrified statue. A mixture of joy and resentment arose in her heart, as well as a trace of suppressed feelings deep within her heart.
She had seen him in her dreams a few times, but she had never been able to see him clearly. Even in the army, she had often secretly watched him from behind.
For a moment, she couldn't even open her mouth. Perhaps she subconsciously didn't dare to open her mouth, because every time she saw his expression, Han Guoer knew that he had gotten angry.
There were also four elite experts who were equally shocked. No matter what, they could not accept that the expert who could easily make fun of them was actually a young man.
A young man who looked to be around 27 or 28 years old!
If Yuwen Feng was the most relaxed person here, then he could vaguely understand why Ouyang Qingcheng and the rest were so angry at this moment. It was actually because of this guy.
But what he did not understand was, why?
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand it. However, it didn't affect Yuwen Feng's decision. Once they started fighting, he would definitely make Ouyang Qingcheng think differently of him!
"Guoer, come here!" Zhang Yang looked at Han Guoer in an unmistakable way.
"Oh." Han Guoer happily agreed. She was about to walk over like a well-behaved baby, but she was stopped by Ouyang Qingcheng's hand.
"Sir, may I ask what is your purpose in coming here?" Ouyang Qingcheng suppressed the shock in her heart. Her flawless face was filled with a grave expression.
"Nothing else, just killing!"
Hearing that, the atmosphere in the hall immediately turned icy. The four middle-aged men instantly locked onto Zhang Yang with a sharp, cold glint in their eyes.
"Killed people? Who do you want to kill? "
Ouyang Qingcheng was absolutely sure that the drinker she saw that night was the young man in front of her, but she wasn't sure if the expert who kept making her afraid to act recklessly was him or not.
The smile on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth became even wider. His gaze swept across everyone present. Finally, it all landed on Yuwen Feng, who was originally completely relaxed.
"Of course it's him!"
Everyone was stunned, then Yuwen Feng suddenly sneered, "What big words."
Perhaps because he was anxious to show off, Yuwen Feng immediately walked out, and looked down at Zhang Yang from above, "If it was an ordinary person, if someone dared to say those words to me, then he would already be a dead man. You should be glad that this is the Mandala Immortal Realm."
Then, he turned around with a smile and softly said, "Miss Ouyang, this may be one of my enemies that has brought you trouble. I apologize, but please allow me to resolve this here. It won't be difficult for you to do so very soon."
Ouyang Qingcheng hesitated slightly. In fact, she really wanted Yuwen Feng to die earlier, but this was after all, a Night Manor business, so she didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
Although it was too late to ask, Han Guoer obviously knew this person. However, if something were to happen to Yuwen Feng here, it would also be hard to explain. After all, she had only just moved into Night Manor.
"Sir, I think you guys have misunderstood something. This place is after all, Mandala Manor, and it is not a place to settle personal grudges."
Zhang Yang did not respond. Instead, he gave a shallow smile and looked at Yuwen Feng, saying, "The man and woman outside, are they yours?"
Without waiting for Yuwen Feng to say anything, he continued, "I will kill them all!"
Hearing this.
Yuwen Feng's face immediately turned ashen. His eyes burned with anger as he glared at Zhang Yang. An incomparable aura radiated from him, "You killed Dora?"
Seeing that Zhang Yang was still smiling and his killing intent was still cold, he shouted, "Today, you must die!"
Yuwen Feng roared like a wild beast. His body trembled and his eyes turned red. The spine on his back squirmed like a giant dragon. He suddenly opened his arms and a shadow rushed over.
Zhang Yang's body slightly tilted to the side, and with a twist of his body, he instantly raised his right leg. With a wave of Whip Leg, the surrounding air seemed to have been completely sucked out, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds.
It was as if the entire room was being pushed down by a single kick.
This is... The Force Level rumbled everything.
Force Level!
His fighting strength had actually triggered the power of the environment!
Regardless of whether it was Ouyang Qingcheng or the four elite experts, when they heard the ear-piercing crackling sound, everyone's pupils could not help but rapidly constrict into a needle-like shape.
Yuwen Feng also heard the horrifying crackling sound. He was shocked and could not be sure. He wanted to stop, but at that moment, he was an arrow that left the bow and he could not turn back.
He didn't even see a shadow and only felt as if the entire pavilion was pressing down on him. He couldn't avoid it and could only take it head-on, but before he could even react, he felt a heart-wrenching pain come from his chest.
A kick landed on Yuwen Feng's chest, with a bang, Yuwen Feng was thrown to the ground with a dull thud. His body was like a cooked shrimp as both of his legs dragged the ground for more than ten meters, his face was pale and in pain.
One move!
One of Dark Eighth Young Emperor's men, Yuwen Feng, was defeated instantly!
When one broke through the first limit, a sharp magnetic force would form in the sky above the veins and blood in their body, increasing their overall strength. At the late stage, they could even cause the air current to leave their body and attack them.
But no matter how one described it, the world level still came from the body's own strength, and Force Level was different. Not only did the airflow within the body undergo a tremendous change, one could even use their senses and their strength to fuse together to stir up a large disturbance.
This was no longer a simple move, but a type of momentum. Once the attack had fully dispersed, it would instantly cover the opponent's escape route, making it unavoidable. This was a brand-new type of domain.
So, World Spiritists were like a ravine. Not only did they need the strength of their bodies, they also needed to comprehend and break through. If they could not, it was possible that they would never be able to comprehend it.
Even with the Mutant Seed's assistance, his strength had only reached the level of Force Level, and could not stir the greater picture.
The moment Zhang Yang attacked, it was as if the whole pavilion collapsed and pressed down on Yuwen Feng. This was a type of momentum.
Although Ouyang Qingcheng was secretly shocked by Zhang Yang's Force Level combat strength, she was even more shocked by the other party's casual actions.
At this moment, Yuwen Feng was sent flying by a simple Whip Leg. He continuously spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and at this point, Ouyang Qingcheng knew that she had no choice but to show herself. No matter how hateful Yuwen Feng was, he definitely could not die here.
"Please show mercy!"
Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to continue to attack, Ouyang Qingcheng quickly opened her mouth to stop him.
Tat tat tat!
Zhang Yang ignored him and continued moving forward.
"Since you don't give me any face with regards to Night Manor, then I can only offend you all!"
With a swoosh, Ouyang Qingcheng's figure disappeared on the spot. When she reappeared, she was already on Zhang Yang's left. With her fastest speed, she crazily blocked Zhang Yang.
In fact, she had a competitive spirit in her.
Woo!" Wuu! Woo!
Ouyang Qingcheng let out a heavy wuwu sound every time she attacked.
To be able to make such sounds, the air seemed to faintly distort. Others might not know about it, but the four elites that followed Ouyang Qingcheng knew very clearly that the young miss had also reached the fighting strength of Force Level.
Unlike the crackling sound of the air exploding, the wailing sound was slightly weaker. However, seeing that Ouyang Qingcheng wasn't at a disadvantage at all, the four elites seemed to be hesitating on whether they should attack.
Weird!
At this moment, rather than being stopped, Ouyang Qingcheng, who was frantically attacking, had a very strange feeling. The more she attacked, the more she felt as if she was falling into the endless deep space.
The more frenzied his attacks were, the deeper he went down. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if … It was as if no matter how much strength she used, even if she channeled all the forces in the surroundings, she would still be engulfed by the endless black holes, and wouldn't be able to even have a single ripple.
The four elite experts felt that Ouyang Qingcheng's killing moves were extremely frequent. Although her attacks were fierce, they could clearly see that the two of them seemed to be moving towards Yuwen Feng.
Rhythm!
The four of them looked at each other and did not hesitate anymore. They roared at the same time and attacked in succession.
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Ouyang Qingcheng's fighting strength was extraordinary, the fighting strength of the four elites who were experts in the art of joint attacks could be imagined. In the Forbidden Land, even if they met with a Domain Lord, they would be able to escape safely.
In the arena.
The four middle-aged men acted with great tacit understanding, similarly, they paid a lot of attention to the order of attack and defense. One could tell with a single glance that after many years of practice, they had already reached a level of tacit understanding that their senses were compatible with each other.
Ouyang Qingcheng was the main attacker, while the other four were the main defense.
Crackling sounds could be heard continuously on the stage. The floor of the hall had already started trembling. The decorations nearby started to shake violently as they all fell to the ground.
The five people in the arena moved as fast as lightning in the face of the metallic clang. Their loud roars left afterimages as they clashed with each other at lightning speeds.
All kinds of exquisite killing moves were unleashed dozens of times in an instant, surpassing the visual response of an ordinary person.
At the center, Zhang Yang's joints were popping all over his body. They seemed to be moving slowly, but it also seemed like he was not moving at all. His arms and legs were like antelope hanging from horns, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
"Four-sided Locking Dragon!"
Ouyang Qingcheng leapt high into the air, her hands dancing like snakes as she fell straight down. The four middle-aged elites simultaneously let out an explosive shout.
Their hands moved in the air at the same time, drawing an obscure imprint. The four people's perception instantly fused together, and finally condensed into four invisible chains, enveloping Zhang Yang in an instant.