A Single Punch Shattered His Jianghu Dream!

Seeing that the other side had come with ill intent, Wang Lin immediately wanted to call the police.

But Yang Yu raised a hand to stop him.

"They're just a bunch of punks. No need to bother the police. This is a good chance to show you the results of my recent martial arts training."

Looking at the confident Yang Yu, Wang Lin suddenly realized that Yang Yu had become noticeably more solidly built in just a few days. Even his every movement radiated powerful confidence.

"Big Brother, that handsome guy said we're a bunch of punks!"

A not-so-bright-looking little thug shouted at the top of his lungs.

Slap~

A loud smack rang out as a palm struck someone's scalp. "No one will think you're mute if you keep your mouth shut!" the Green-Haired Punk snapped angrily.

If not for the fact that he did not have many Subordinates, he truly would not have wanted to bring this Da Congming along just to fill out the numbers. But according to the Yellow-Haired Punk, the female student from last time had been incredibly pretty, and the male student who had stepped in seemed unusually strong. If they brought too few people, they might not be able to stop him.

That was why the Green-Haired Punk had called everyone he could.

"Haha, they really are a bunch of punks. I wonder if they even ate before trying to copy others and block the road." Wang Lin laughed disdainfully. His family had a fair amount of assets in Jiangnan City. His Father owned dozens of chain hotels, gyms, and movie theaters, and he had seen plenty of thugs like these.

But honestly, he had rarely seen any this useless.

It was currently the peak period after school. Although Yang Yu's group was in a relatively remote spot, plenty of students still passed by.

When they saw thugs blocking the road here, those who were not in a hurry stopped to watch the show.

Before long, a small crowd had gathered.

As Su Yu, who had a private car pick her up and drop her off, passed by, she glanced outside. She had initially thought it was just an ordinary squabble involving thugs, but she unexpectedly spotted Yang Yu standing in front of them at a glance. She hurriedly told the driver to stop by the roadside, then got out of the car.

Seeing that there were quite a few thugs, she took out her exquisite phone and made a call. "Hello, Uncle Li? Bring ten Bodyguards to Xingfu Park in Xingfu Residential District immediately."

On the other end of the call, the tall, heavily muscled Bodyguard Captain received the order and immediately shouted for ten Bodyguards who were standing by at all times. They drove a special vehicle toward Xingfu Park.

If anything happened to the young lady, all of them Bodyguards would be out of work and left to drink the northwest wind.

Over at the park.

"You punk, you're pretty arrogant, huh? Who are you calling punks?" the Green-Haired Punk cursed, pointing at Wang Lin. The Baseball Bat in his hand, which he used to bolster his courage, was also itching to strike.

Yang Yu stepped forward at this moment. "We're in a hurry and don't have time to argue with you here. Move aside immediately and promise never to appear before me again. Then I won't hold this roadblocking incident against you. If you refuse, I'll make you regret coming here."

Yang Yu's voice was light, but it contained an authority that could not be defied.

The Green-Haired Punk was genuinely intimidated at first. Yang Yu did not look like someone to mess with, and he had wanted to turn around and leave. But then he thought of the Subordinates he had called over. If he got scared off by a single sentence now—

Then he could forget about being Big Brother in the future.

The Green-Haired Punk hardened his heart. "Who are you trying to scare, you little brat? Hurry up and apologize to my brothers! Otherwise, neither of you will be leaving here standing today!"

At this moment, the Yellow-Haired Punk also jumped out. With both hands in his pockets and his head held high, he arrogantly flicked his side-swept bangs, shaking his legs as he looked provocatively at Yang Yu.

Seeing this familiar scene of non-mainstream fashion, Yang Yu nearly burst out laughing. He had struggled through society for more than a decade in his previous life, and these little thugs had long since ceased to matter in his eyes.

Especially after several days of recovery training, the people before him were not even enough for Yang Yu to handle with one hand.

"I'll give you one last chance. Apologize to me and my friend now, then disappear immediately. I'll generously let you leave. As long as you don't show up in front of me again, I'll pretend I never saw you."

Yang Yu calmly watched the few thugs ahead of him who were putting on a show of borrowed power. He had noticed earlier that there were surveillance cameras here. As long as they attacked first, he could teach them a lesson however he pleased.

The laws of this world were quite fair when it came to judging self-defense and counterattacks.

Yang Yu had learned this while absorbing the original owner's memories, which was why he dared to confront them so fearlessly.

In a situation like this, where more than ten thugs with bats blocked two high school students and attacked first—

Even if Yang Yu broke all their legs, or even seriously injured or killed one or two of them, he would not be held responsible!

There were classic cases supporting this, and it was precisely because of that that Yang Yu liked this world's standards for self-defense and counterattacks so much.

Seeing his "prestige" ignored again and again, the Green-Haired Punk finally got angry!

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! It'll be useless even if you beg for mercy later!" After spitting out that threat, the Green-Haired Punk swung his bat at Yang Yu's shoulder.

It was obvious that the Green-Haired Punk usually did some training and possessed a little legal knowledge. The bat whistled fiercely through the air, but he did not directly aim for Yang Yu's head.

Seeing that the Green-Haired Punk still had some sense, Yang Yu did not intend to hit too hard. After all, the Double R Virus and the coming Monsters invasion would be far crueler.

For now, these little thugs could not really be considered all that bad. Teaching them a lesson would be enough.

This was also a principle Yang Yu had always believed in.

Strong Experts should never attack Weaklings. They should throw their fists at those even stronger!

Clearly, after training for several days, greatly improving his Physical Fitness, and once again becoming proficient in Neijiaquan, Yang Yu absolutely counted as a Strong Expert compared to these fierce-looking but cowardly thugs.

So Yang Yu merely turned casually and avoided the Green-Haired Punk's "vicious" strike.

That graceful, handsome footwork, combined with Yang Yu's already tall and striking figure, made the girls watching nearby collectively suck in a breath.

Seeing Yang Yu dodge his Full Strength swing so easily, the Green-Haired Punk knew that he might have truly kicked an iron plate this time. Sensing that things were bad, he was just about to swing again when—

Sure enough, Yang Yu threw a punch directly at the Baseball Bat he had raised once more!

The punch was like a shooting star of flying fire, like a cannonball leaving its barrel!

It carried a sharp whistling sound as it smashed fiercely into the bat.

Bang!

Crack~~

The fist met the Baseball Bat.

First came a dull impact, followed by the crisp sound of the Baseball Bat breaking.

The wind generated by Yang Yu's swift punch even blew up the Green-Haired Punk's side-swept bangs.

At that moment.

It was as if the entire world had fallen silent.

After easily breaking the Baseball Bat, Yang Yu looked at his fist, which had only turned slightly red, and sighed inwardly. Still not hard enough.

"Wow!!!"

"Senior is so awesome!!!"

The younger girls watching had been completely stunned, and some were even trembling slightly with excitement.

Su Yu was now standing outside that luxurious stretched Lincoln, watching Yang Yu nervously.

Hiss~~

The thugs behind the Green-Haired Punk looked at one another and collectively sucked in a breath.

Were their heads harder, or was the Baseball Bat harder?

The Yellow-Haired Punk was no longer calm, while the Green-Haired Punk stared blankly at the half of the Baseball Bat remaining in his hand.

"It broke."

The Green-Haired Punk muttered.

At this moment, not only had the Baseball Bat shattered, but his jianghu dream had also been shattered by that single punch.