Worship

At this moment, Zhang Yang was lost in thought, completely absorbed in the system.

The surroundings gradually quieted down.

Below the arena, a large crowd gathered, all looking up at the figure standing on the platform.

Hiss!

Where did this grandmaster come from?

The figure on the platform stood motionless with his hands behind his back, yet his clothes suddenly fluttered in the wind.

For no apparent reason, the song began to play in everyone's minds.

[Each step and each punch requires focused concentration]

[Memorize the standard for using the elbow to determine the midline to truly master it]

"A towering figure, a true master!" someone suddenly murmured to themselves, looking up.

On the stage, Zhang Yang finally came to his senses.

He glanced at the crowd below, their heads craned upwards to look at him. Each face wore an indescribable expression—excitement, reverence, awe...

"Huh, could I have already triggered the Master Aura?" Zhang Yang touched his mask and muttered to himself. "Alright, I'm done here, time to get going."

He basically visited all the martial arts schools in Tianjin.

He has already mastered all the mainstream traditional martial arts. As for anything else? Chinese martial arts are vast and profound; if you count them carefully, there are probably thousands, not just a hundred. It's unrealistic to claim them all.

As an individual, as a human being, how powerful can one truly be?

Human strength has its limits.

His current individual strength is already unbelievably powerful; it's more than enough.

With that thought in mind, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate and turned over to leave the stage.

He was proficient in Tan Leg of martial arts), and when he stepped off the stage, he subconsciously used a bit of technique, which had a touch of the light-footed, leaping style of martial arts novels.

"Wait a minute!"

In the instant he took flight, for a fleeting moment, he felt as if gravity had almost failed him, and he felt exceptionally light.

Is this... hovering?

Adding one second to the time spent in the air may seem like just a small amount, but the actual effect is astonishing.

"Whoa!"

Holy crap! Lightness skill!

The crowd surged forward, everyone's expression one of shock and awe, along with a surge of excitement and fervor!

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally landed on his feet.

"Too high-profile!"

He adjusted his mask and strode out of the martial arts gym.

In a few swift movements, the person vanished.

And the impact and shock he brought about was only just beginning.

In a secluded corner, Zhang Yang changed his clothes, removed his mask, and breathed a slight sigh of relief before emerging with a normal expression.

On the way back, Zhang Yang casually took out his phone to check.

"Mr. Long? Who gave me that nickname?" Zhang Yang was speechless, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, and goosebumps appeared on his skin.

He just wanted to complete a task and, incidentally, maximize his profits.

With the buff in hand, how could he not seize the opportunity to replicate the strengths of everyone? But given the current situation... Although he knew that Director Ye Chen Zhang would seize the opportunity to market and expand their influence, this trend...

This is going to turn him into a symbol!

"Fortunately, I concealed my identity. I'll retire from the martial world after this mission is completed," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

He never forgot his identity.

He is a businessman and a wealthy man.

A person's formidable fighting ability serves as a form of self-protection, providing an extra layer of security, rather than being used to attract attention.

That evening, they returned to the Tianjin Martial Arts Hall.

Director Ye and Chen Zhang had strange looks in their eyes.

"Mr. Zhang, just how good are you at fighting?" Director Ye took a deep breath. "And today, you seem to have used no less than ten different traditional martial arts techniques. How could you possibly be proficient in so many?"

"Having more skills is never a bad thing; it's always beneficial to learn more," Zhang Yang said casually.

"You're a businessman, and instead of hiring more bodyguards, you've made yourself so physically strong? It's outrageous!" Chen Zhang laughed loudly from the side. "If any security company can make money off you, then the sun has risen in the west!"

"It's not that bad," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

With peace and tranquility prevailing in the country, and given his martial prowess, there was no need for him to have a bunch of bodyguards following him around; it would be too uncomfortable for him.

But if he really needs to put on a show to save face, or if he needs multiple layers of security when he goes to war-torn countries in the future, he certainly won't be stingy with that. After all, we are all made of flesh and blood, and we only have one life.

The group chatted and laughed for a while, and also discussed the arrangements for the mixed martial arts tournament.

"It'll be about a week. All the top fighters we've invited are from various countries, such as Matsui Jiro, a karate master from Japan; Kim Woong-ho, a taekwondo master from South Korea; Yodsanklai, a fighting superstar from Siam..." Director Ye listed them off as if they were his own treasures.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised. "Some of these people are quite high-ranking. How did you manage to invite them?"

"Of course I don't have that ability," Director Ye said with a smile. "It's mainly because Young Master Chen has a lot of influence; all those people's agencies are eager to support him."

Zhang Yang looked at Chen Zhang, Chen Zhang smiled but remained silent.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, could you perhaps give some guidance to my apprentices?" Director Ye suddenly asked.

"It's no big deal," Zhang Yang nodded happily.

A moment later, in the hall, nearly twenty students all looked at Zhang Yang with burning eyes.

These days, very few young people are willing to spend the time and effort to learn traditional martial arts, and even fewer can truly master it.

According to Director Ye, these are all promising apprentices, unlike those who learn on a whim.

"You guys put on a show and let me see," Zhang Yang said casually.

No one thought he was being arrogant, after all, these apprentices all knew that he was a super master who had defeated everyone in the Tianjin martial arts world, and was incredibly powerful.

Immediately, a group of students began practicing Wing Chun.

As expected, they all fought quite well. Regardless of their actual skill level, they all had the proper boxing stances, and it was clear that they had put in a lot of hard work.

Zhang Yang glanced over and casually offered his guidance.

"Your punch, like this, like this."

"Adjust your waist like this."

Having mastered ten kinds of traditional martial arts at a proficient level, Zhang Yang had already thoroughly integrated them, gaining a deep understanding of the mysteries and secrets of human muscle power generation, and could see the essence at a glance.

He could see right through these students at a glance.

You can instruct them without even looking!

Under his guidance, many students adjusted their postures, and soon, surprise and disbelief appeared on everyone's faces.

"It really is different now!"

"I feel like I've suddenly made rapid progress, like I've suddenly had an epiphany."

At the scene, everyone was immediately pleasantly surprised, and the way they looked at Zhang Yang was one of awe.

In the distance, a figure jogged over.

"What about me? What about me? Why aren't they waiting for me?"

It was Lu Yao who had rushed over.

"Why are you only just getting back?" Director Ye asked with a shake of his head and a smile when he saw Lu Yao.

"I... I didn't mean to..." Lu Yao glanced at Zhang Yang furtively, then mustered her courage and stepped forward, "Mr... Mr. Zhang, could you perhaps give me some guidance?"

"General Manager Zhang is General Manager Zhang, why did you add 'small'?" Director Ye said, speechless.

Zhang Yang also found it a bit strange.

It wasn't about how Lu Yao addressed him, but rather that he clearly sensed a change in Lu Yao's attitude towards him.

If she was like a defiant Xiao Ye before, now she seems as docile as a fawn in front of him.

"Young Mr. Zhang is handsome and young. Calling him Mr. Zhang directly sounds too mature. Besides, Mr. Zhang has a father above him, so he is the eldest Mr. Zhang," Lu Yao said seriously.

"Trying to curry favor in every way possible, is that it?" Director Ye saw right through her. "President Zhang, why don't you give her some pointers?"

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded. "Little sister, why don't you practice once?"

He was seven years older than Lu Yao, so calling her "little sister" was perfectly appropriate.

Lu Yao immediately stood in front of Zhang Yang and earnestly practiced Wing Chun.

Zhang Yang took a close look.

Lu Yao was the youngest, but she had the highest talent for boxing. The way she practiced this set of moves was completely different from the previous students.

Of course, in his eyes, there are still many shortcomings.

"Okay." Lu Yao finished practicing, then looked at Zhang Yang with hopeful eyes, hoping to improve further under Zhang Yang guidance. "Any questions?"

"A lot." Zhang Yang nodded firmly.

Lu Yao instinctively wanted to retort, but when she thought about the identity of the person in front of her and recalled his behavior today, she immediately kept all her words to herself.

"Then... then I'll trouble you to give me some guidance, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yang smiled, stepped forward and took his hand directly, not caring about the difference between men and women.

"You're not using the right force here, and also your waist and back."

He half gently embraced the girl's slender waist, and half placed his hands on her back and lower abdomen... Throughout the entire process, Lu Yao blushed and let Zhang Yang do as he pleased.

"Did you understand?" Zhang Yang asked Lu Yao earnestly.

"Huh? I... could you say it again?" Lu Yao came back to her senses and said a little embarrassedly.

She just spaced out; she spaced out very much.

Chen Zhang, stroking his chin, watched the scene with amusement, then pulled Ye Yunkai aside.

"Your prized student is having trouble resisting Mr. Zhang's charm; he's even getting distracted."

Ye Yunkai clicked his tongue, looked back at Lu Yao whose face was flushed, and sighed thoughtfully, without any surprise.

Such a martial arts prodigy, a dragon among men, is exceptionally outstanding in every way. It's perfectly normal for him to make a young girl fall in love.

"I understand! I finally understand!" On the other side, Lu Yao was suddenly overjoyed, mixed with excitement.

As she was speaking, she performed Wing Chun again.

"Huh?" Ye Yunkai his eyes and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, somewhat incredulous.

With his abilities, he could at most reach the level of skill, teaching apprentices and correcting their movements to help them achieve momentum, feel, and fluidity in their fighting style—that was already his limit.

As for certain indescribable and ineffable artistic conceptions, he truly lacked the ability to teach them.

But at this moment, he clearly felt the perfect blend of strength and gentleness, the feeling of a shooting star chasing the moon, that Lu Yao was conveying with her Wing Chun routine.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you." After finishing the routine, Lu Yao, her face flushed, bowed to Zhang Yang. "I have a rather unreasonable request."

"Lu Yao, that's enough. Don't be so ungrateful." Director Ye waved from afar. "With your current skill level, you could open a school and teach abroad. Aren't you satisfied?"

"It's fine, let her talk," Zhang Yang said nonchalantly.

"We want to see the highest level of Wing Chun. You can definitely do it, right?" She looked at Zhang Yang with absolute confidence in her eyes.

Zhang Yang always makes a single move.

His opponents were strong, but he was even stronger. Everyone knew he was very strong, but no one could say for sure how strong he was.

These words immediately drew expectant and curious glances from those around them.

Everyone wants to see Zhang Yang's limits.

"This girl really knows how to make demands." Director Ye chuckled, but his eyes still held the same curiosity.

The highest level of Wing Chun, or rather, the limit of Zhang Yang's skill.

But to be honest, he, or Chen Zhang, didn't think too much about it.

Perhaps Zhang Yang's training was excellent, and his skill level was so high that he was invincible throughout Tianjin. However, we are all made of flesh and blood. Real-world martial arts are far less magical than they are portrayed in novels and movies; they are essentially just techniques.

Chen Zhang, standing to the side, simply looked at Zhang Yang with a smile, seemingly expectant and waiting.

"You guys overestimate me." Zhang Yang just smiled dismissively. "If you really have that much confidence in me, then fine, I'll give it a try. Or... why don't you all come at me together and don't hold back?"

He looked around, signaling them to attack.

Lu Yao and several other apprentices exchanged glances, all somewhat hesitant.

"Come on, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Yang continued, waving.

A moment later, the three of them stood at three different locations and attacked Zhang Yang simultaneously.

Zhang Yang stood motionless, not appearing to be ready to fight.

"What exactly is he..." Director Ye frowned, looking at the scene with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, inside the arena, the three men's fists finally touched Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's body, which had remained motionless, suddenly trembled violently, as if he had been holding back his strength only to unleash it in an instant.

The expressions of the three people around him changed simultaneously.

Then, the three people were simultaneously sent flying backward in three different directions, crashing to the ground.

"How is that possible!"

"Impossible!"

Lu Yao looked up at her hands, her eyes glazed over, her mind buzzing, still immersed in some kind of disbelief.

If someone were punched or kicked and sent flying, that would be understandable.

But the instant she made contact with Zhang Yang, without him moving or even moving his body slightly, she felt a force that seemed to spring from nowhere, sending her flying and bouncing her away.

Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.

"Inch power! This is inch power!" Director Ye was more excited than ever before. "Within a small space, you can send someone flying several feet away! The legendary realm actually exists!"

His eyes were wide with shock and excitement, his gaze fervent, as if he were worshipping.

As they were talking, Zhang Yang, who was in the middle of the arena, looked at the wooden dummy in the distance and suddenly had an idea. "Director Ye, can I borrow your wooden dummy for a bit?"

Before anyone could react, Zhang Yang was already standing in front of the wooden dummy.

The wooden dummy, which had been honed and refined by countless people, had become a live target in front of Zhang Yang.

For the first time, he used all the martial arts techniques in his mind, gathered all the strength in his muscles, and unleashed a punch with all his might, slamming it into the wooden dummy in front of him.

Boom!

A loud bang.

The wooden dummy instantly transformed into wood fibers, disintegrating and crumbling apart in a flash.

"So this is my current limit," Zhang Yang muttered to himself, looking at his fist.