I, One Against Ten

Immediately, eight or nine tall, burly boys surrounded them.

They were all from the Beijing Sport University Martial Arts College. You could vaguely see their strong, bulging muscles under their clothes. To be honest, if an ordinary person saw this kind of formation, they wouldn't even be able to stand up, let alone fight.

"Wait... you guys are really going to gang up on us? Didn't we say we wouldn't interfere?" Zhang Yang exclaimed, sizing up the tall, muscular boys in front of him.

"Dude, I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting." Ouyang Kai looked at the handsome face in front of him, which was eight streets ahead of his own, with considerable displeasure. Then he looked down at Qin Fengjie lying on the ground, groaning in pain, and his eyes twitched.

"They beat my classmate up like this? You're telling us we shouldn't intervene?"

"He started it, okay?" Zhang Yang smiled, picked up his chair, and walked away. "I don't have time to waste here with you guys, move aside."

The people in front immediately blocked the way completely.

"Let me put it this way, this road won't be opened!" Ouyang Kai said with a cold laugh. "This matter won't be resolved today either."

"Okay." Zhang Yang stopped. "And then?"

"Then... don't dodge!" He suddenly grabbed Zhang Yang's collar without warning.

He boasted that he had a large group of guys backing him up, so even if this guy was a good fighter, he'd have to think twice before taking a loss.

But the next second, there was a loud crack.

I saw stars before my eyes, and a warm stream rushed out of my nose.

Ouyang Kai covered his face and then wiped his nose, his palm immediately covered in a bright red and glaring blood.

"You... you..."

He quickly covered his nose, his words becoming somewhat incoherent.

"I've been annoyed with you for a while now. Every word you say is meant to stir up trouble, trying to create drama, huh?" Zhang Yang had just slapped Ouyang Kai across the face, and now he looked him up and down, saying, "Looks like a pretty boy? So what if you're handsome?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Kai was so angry he nearly vomited blood.

Who's handsome? Who the hell is more handsome than you?

"Go for it! Hit the hell out!" he said, covering his mouth and nose, feeling as if his teeth were loose.

The group exchanged glances and then stepped forward.

Everyone says that two fists can't beat four hands, and no one thought that so many people were no match for Zhang Yang.

Just kidding, seven or eight tall, strong guys. Who could possibly beat them?

In today's society, if it's purely about fighting skills, even if you're a great fighter, it's understandable if you can fight two people, but if you can fight three people and manage to stay unharmed, that's already quite an achievement.

So, in the blink of an eye, after a few curses, the group started to fight.

Someone is punching him, someone is trying to restrain him.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, then used sheer force to overpower all techniques, kicking out with one leg.

A dull thud.

One of them was kicked in the chest instantly, and he and his buddy behind him stumbled back seven or eight steps before their butts scraped across the ground, leaving a long skid mark.

On either side, someone tried to hold down his arms.

Zhang Yang smiled, grabbed one of the men by the collar with one hand, and slammed them against the wall with both arms.

With two loud bangs, the plaster on the wall came off.

The two boys yelled twice, their eyes bulging, and they vomited bile.

Zhang Yang took a step back, dodging the vomit that the two men were spewing, and then looked back at the people behind him.

With just one glance, the group of people were so frightened that they retreated in fear, their eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.

They've seen people who can fight.

After all, Beijing Sport University talented individuals, and its martial arts academy is particularly renowned for its exceptional students.

However, to be able to fight to this extent, to be able to handle eight or nine tall and strong boys with such ease... to lift one person with one hand, to lift two people with both hands at the same time, and to kick two people in front and behind them a braking distance with one kick.

That's a monster!

"Should you all come together, or one at a time? I'm in a hurry," Zhang Yang said, looking at the people in front of him.

After today's battle, he has gained a deeper understanding of his current combat capabilities.

That's incredible, ridiculously so.

Without using any equipment, just bare hands.

If eight or nine people can do it so easily, then surely if there are double that number, twenty people, what would happen?

It wasn't that he was overconfident; it was mainly because even if there were many people, he would only be facing two or three at a time, not a dozen or twenty at once. He could take them down one by one in rounds, and as long as he had enough stamina, no matter how many people came, they would just be chickens and dogs.

"I... I..." the remaining few stammered.

"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you." Zhang Yang waved his hand. "I'm not one to bully the weak."

"Thank you, thank you." The group stammered, turning away.

Zhang Yang glanced at the backs of the group, took a running start, and delivered a flying kick.

Instantly, the kicked figure flew backward, landing squarely on several figures who were already trying to escape, causing the rolling gourds to fall to the ground.

Zhang Yang stood still, but there was no one else standing at the scene.

"Okay, ten minutes."

Zhang Yang glanced down at the time.

From the moment I entered this alley until now, it has only taken about ten minutes.

Putting aside all the nonsense from the other side deliberately trying to provoke and stir up trouble, the actual time spent fighting was only a few minutes.

He took down nearly ten people in just a few minutes, and they were all tall, strong guys.

This record in actual combat is enough for him to be proud of.

"Life is truly lonely..." With no one around, Zhang Yang was about to mutter something to himself to commemorate his victory.

Suddenly, an incredulous voice came from not far away.

"Zhang Yang..."

"Young Master Zhang..."

Zhang Yang looked up and saw a large group of people standing in the distance.

Li Xingyu, his sister, Shi Xuan, a group of rich young men they had just met that evening, and the bar security guards who rushed over...

The expressions on everyone's faces were incredibly fascinating.

···

A few moments earlier, in a nightclub.

Shi Xuan ran into the nightclub, panting, and headed straight for the booth she had been sitting in before.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Senior, what's wrong? Where's Zhang Yang?" Zhuo Jing stood up.

"Yes, where's Young Master Zhang?"

"Didn't Young Master Zhang just leave after you? Where is he?"

Li Xingyu stood up. "It's nothing, tell me slowly, what's wrong?"

"Zhuo Jing, Zhang Yang and I were outside just now... we... we ran into Qin Fengjie and a bunch of his martial arts academy people." Shi Xuan was very anxious. "You guys need to go help them quickly, they're getting into a fight."

"What! They got into a conflict with Qin Fengjie?" Zhuo Jing's expression changed drastically. "That violent madman? And seven or eight martial arts academy students?"

She was a student at Beijing Sport University, so she naturally knew the background of this group of people.

Qin Fengjie is known for his fighting skills and is also prone to impulsiveness. Moreover, he has seven or eight people from the martial arts academy with him.

These are all put together?

"Go quickly!" Li Xingyu waved his hand and said.

It's said that even those within arm's reach can become enemies. Why are wealthy people so kind and patient with those from the lower classes? Do they really think they're saints?

To put it bluntly, isn't it all about valuing one's life and not wanting to take unnecessary risks?

In his view, no matter how rich Zhang Yang is, if he encounters eight or nine angry boys, all his advantages will disappear in the event of a conflict.

We all only have one life.

"Let's go! Let's go help!" Without thinking, the young masters grabbed the bottles of wine nearby and headed off.

"Manager Wang, Manager Wang, get all the security personnel on board!" Young Master Li from the nightclub shouted, getting up and hurriedly giving the order.

A short while later, a large group of people rushed out of the nightclub and began searching for the person.

Where are they?!

Where is he?

Everyone was quite anxious.

"It should be in the alley ahead," Shi Xuan looked around and pointed to a secluded alley in the distance.

"Oh no! How did it end up in such a secluded alley!" Li Xingyu frowned, immediately sensing something was wrong, and quickly quickened his pace.

A huge crowd of people, some carrying bottles, others carrying batons.

He rushed to the front of the alley.

Then, everyone stopped and stared wide-eyed at the scene before them.

In a secluded alley, illuminated by distant streetlights, a large area lay sprawled on the ground, and faint cries of agony could still be heard.

A muffled thud.

They witnessed a figure being kicked into the air, crashing down on a group of people.

No one was still standing.

All that could be vaguely seen was a figure casually draped a coat over their shoulders.

That was Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang!" Without thinking, Shi Xuan ran over and rushed into the figure's arms.

On the spot, everyone's expressions kept changing in a wonderful way, sometimes amazed, sometimes shocked, sometimes incredulous, and sometimes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Holy crap! This... this was all Zhang Shao's doing?"

"Let me count, one, two, three... nine people? All taken down by Young Master Zhang alone?! Amazing! Absolutely incredible, Young Master Zhang... no, Brother Zhang!"

"Brother, look!" Zhuo Jing's eyes shone with unspeakable admiration. "They're all from the martial arts academy! Those boys are usually so domineering and arrogant, each one a formidable fighter, but none of them are a match for Brother Zhang Yang? I declare that from now on, Brother Zhang Yang will be my first idol."

As Li Xingyu watched that figure from afar, an indescribable surge of excitement welled up within him.

Charisma! This is the essence of personal charisma!

These second-generation rich kids usually compare their family background, wealth, sports cars, girls, and so on, but in the end, none of them are willing to admit defeat. Trying to win them over? You're kidding me! Who do you think you are?

But this friend they had only known for less than a day had truly impressed them.

In terms of looks and physique, and in terms of temperament, Zhang Yang stands out from the crowd. He is so handsome that they feel that even male celebrities and popular stars can only look up to him. In terms of wealth, Zhang Yang owns his own businesses and is a true billionaire.

Now, it has gained another ability that everyone is paying attention to.

Extremely skilled in combat.

He wasn't just a regular fighter; he could take on ten opponents at once, and all ten of them were tall and strong.

Don't underestimate someone's fighting skills. Haven't these second-generation rich kids ever been in a fight? They're always getting into fights! Not everyone is surrounded by a multitude of followers and bodyguards. So, among their peers, anyone who is particularly good at fighting will always be looked up to.

One against ten?! Awesome! Super awesome! Absolutely incredible!

When all three of these qualities are combined in one person, their personal charm is simply overwhelming, making people want to admire and befriend them.

Before, since it was the first time they had met, there was some awkwardness in their conversations. But now, everyone is genuinely impressed and sincerely wants to deepen their friendship with Zhang Yang.

Imagine bragging about it later, saying I have a buddy who's more handsome than male celebrities, has a net worth of hundreds of millions, and is incredibly good at fighting—the kind who can take on ten people at once.

Wouldn't that make you look good?

"No wonder my senior threw herself at me!" Zhuo Jing muttered to herself, her hands on her chest, her eyes sparkling.

In the distance, Shi Xuan almost instinctively hugged the person in front of her tightly.

It wasn't until I heard a whistle from who-knows-who that I realized... I wasn't in some dark corner anymore, but in the open eyes of at least dozens of people.

Immediately, her cheeks flushed, but she was too embarrassed to look up right away.

She simply buried her face deep in her cheeks.

"Alright, alright, didn't I tell you to wait where you were? Why did you call so many people? It's such a big fuss," Zhang Yang said gently, patting Shi Xuan on the back.

"They don't know their own strength, how can I wait?" Shi Xuan whispered. "How was I supposed to know you were such a good fighter?"

As she spoke, she looked around at the bodies lying on the ground.

They were all tall and strong, the kind of people no one dared to mess with at school, but now they were all groaning in pain; heaven knows how badly they had been beaten.

"Them?"

"I came here to reason with them. What era are we living in? Why are they still resorting to violence? Who knew they were all all muscle and brains, all muscle and no brains." Zhang Yang put his arm around Shi Xuan's slender waist and shook his head.

"They don't want to reason with me; they insist on using violence. Well, I guess I'll just have to play along for a bit."

Zhang Yang and Shi Xuan walked together to Qin Fengjie, who still kept his eyes tightly closed and didn't utter a sound.

This guy didn't move at all, but his eyeballs kept rolling under his eyelids. It was obviously an act; maybe he felt ashamed to face the person in front of him?

"Are you convinced now?" Zhang Yang squatted down and patted Qin Fengjie's head, which was swollen like a pig's head.

The moment the hand touched his face, he visibly trembled.

"Damn it!" Not far away, Young Master Li, who owned a nightclub, walked up and kicked him hard. "You little brat, you dare to arm wrestle with my buddy Young Master Zhang? Let me tell you, I own the nightclub next door. If you've got the guts, bring all your classmates next time. I'll be waiting here!"

Qin Fengjie hunched over, let out a muffled groan, and dared not utter a sound.

To be able to own such a large nightclub in Beijing, especially near the Workers' Stadium, requires a person with such a deep background and immense power. How could he possibly mess with such a person?

To put it bluntly, he's just a tiny ant, and this is the giant tree.

Who would dare befriend someone like that? Does he have the guts to actually resort to violence?

Moreover!

Fear and bitterness flashed in his slightly closed eyes...

The fear of being controlled by that person, after everything that had just happened, surged back into my heart.

Leaving aside any talk of power or background, that person is simply... simply a monster. Such a powerful monster, he's never heard of anything like it in his entire life.

When it comes to his specialty, fighting, he's nothing but a chicken feather compared to them.

What does he have to compete with them on?

"Young Master Li, why waste your breath on him? You're from Beijing Sport University, right? The Beijing Sport University Martial Arts College? What's your name again? Hmm? Do you know Song Xiong? He's one of my underlings' underlings. Heh, I'll have him look after you at school in the future." Not far away, a young master smoked a cigarette and sneered condescendingly.

Upon hearing this name, Qin Fengjie trembled violently.