Little Invincible

"I'll do it!" Zhang Yang glanced around, leaped forward, covering ten meters in one step.

The explosive power, the ultimate movement technique, the fusion of ten traditional martial arts, and the earth-shattering strike he unleashed with all his muscles and bones.

One slap!

All the power instantly poured into the bull's face!

The bull's body stiffened instantly, then its limbs sank, and its massive body was slammed into the ground with tremendous force, creating a deafening roar and sending dust flying everywhere!

"Are you alright?" Zhang Yang turned around and looked at Chen Wu, who was pale and motionless with fright.

Everything happened in an instant, and Chen Zhang rushed over.

It wasn't that he was slow, but rather that Zhang Yang was too fast.

"Chen Wu, Chen Wu, are you alright? Are you stupid? Why aren't you moving?" Chen Zhang's first reaction upon stepping forward was...

A crowd surged forward from all around.

Those were the old man's personal guards.

"Dead?!"

"What? He's really dead!"

The group cautiously moved forward, then, seeing the bull's limbs still twitching, they slowly squatted down to examine it.

The bull's face was deeply sunken.

Both of the bull's eyes spewed out with tremendous force.

The group glanced at him and stared in horror at Zhang Yang, who stood to the side with his hands behind his back.

The old man's bodyguard, surnamed Wang, stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang, his lips trembling, as if he were looking at a human-shaped beast.

That's a bull weighing a ton!

With a full-force impact, even a wall could be smashed down!

The bull's face is incredibly hard; sometimes, if you shoot a bull in the face with a gun, even after one or two bullets, the bull will still be jumping around.

But just now, right before their eyes, they witnessed it with their own eyes.

This guy in front of me killed the bull with a single palm strike!

Has this meant that one has honed martial arts to the very core of their being, reaching a legendary and terrifying level of mastery?

Does such a thing even exist in this world?

The guard surnamed Wang was drenched in cold sweat, because he had just been full of fighting spirit and had said that he wanted to spar with the man in front of him.

Looking back now, how ridiculous it all seems.

"You killed a bull with a single blow! Comrade Zhang, has your skill really reached such a level?" The old man stepped forward and exclaimed in surprise.

Whether watching Zhang Yang practice Tai Chi or listening to him quote scriptures and discuss the past and present, the feeling is far less impactful than the scene before my eyes!

Although he had heard Chen Zhang recount Zhang Yang's feat of smashing the wooden dummy with his fist, he ultimately didn't take it too seriously.

Even if it were true, compared to strategic brilliance and a vast army, it wouldn't compare.

What can a mere warrior do?

But now, he has changed his mind... In any field, reaching the pinnacle is to be an exceptional individual, one in ten thousand.

No... such martial arts skills are not just one in ten thousand, but are there even two like them in this world?

"A true grandmaster!" he exclaimed in admiration.

Everyone around turned to look at Zhang Yang, their eyes instantly burning with fervor.

A title that even this person personally acknowledges is absolutely beyond question; its prestige is simply off the charts...

Instantly, everyone fell silent, their eyes filled with reverence! Everyone sighed inwardly:

There is no master like him in the world!

Zhang Yang shook his head.

That's good now.

He calls himself a grandmaster, you call yourself a grandmaster, and now even the person in front of us claims to be a grandmaster.

It seems that I'm really settling on my title as a martial arts master.

If we abandon Liaodong, there's nothing wrong with acknowledging it.

Killing a bull with a single slap—let alone humans, what wolf, tiger, leopard, or mountain bear could do that? He certainly had never seen a bull killed by a wild beast with a single slap.

However, to be fair, his full-force burst of power was not achieved easily.

It was as if he had just mobilized all his muscles, and his muscle recruitment ability had surged to its maximum, which gave him the power to kill a bull with a single slap.

However, it also takes a huge toll on oneself.

At least in the short term, he has absolutely no chance of unleashing such an attack again.

"Oh right, I also have some poorly made Lesser Rejuvenation Lesser Returning Pill." Zhang Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and with a thought, a poorly made Lesser Rejuvenation Lesser Returning Pill appeared in his palm.

With a gentle flick of his fingers, he returned the pill to the system intact.

Yes.

Based on the last time's results, even a tiny bit was enough to severely affect him for several days. So, the amount that gets on his hands after touching it should be enough for him to recover on his own.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and quickly ran his fingers across his mouth.

Instantly, a surge of heat flowed down his throat. The deficit caused by the previous overexertion began to be replenished immediately.

"I can make so many times from a single Lesser Returning Pill. I have three bottles containing thirty pills, enough for me to make pills for a very long time." He felt reassured.

After all, how many times can one encounter such high-intensity exertion?

Injury-Free Card, Life Shield, and a crudely made Lesser Rejuvenation Lesser Returning Pill that can support its repeated output of immense power.

Wow! That's invincible!

"Sir, let's leave first. It's not safe to stay here any longer. I've already arranged for someone to handle this." Seeing the chaotic scene, the guard made a phone call and then urgently came forward to ask for instructions.

"Make sure to handle the aftermath properly and don't disrupt the normal order of the welfare home. Fortunately, no one was injured," the old man solemnly instructed.

Beside him, accompanying staff and officials nodded repeatedly in assurance.

"Comrade Zhang, would you like to come along?" The old man finally looked at Zhang Yang with a kind smile. "You can ride in the same car as me."

"Sir, this..." A guard hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, "This doesn't fit our arrangements..."

Only the leader himself, his personal bodyguards, and his personal driver can accompany him in the leader's car. Since Zhang Yang has no clear identity and is not part of the security team, he naturally cannot ride in it.

Moreover, Zhang Yang's skills...

How could a dangerous individual with such destructive power, who uses martial arts to break the law, possibly ride in the same car as a leader?

They may admire others, but they cannot forget the rules and responsibilities.

"Hey, young comrade, don't be so rigid. Rules are rules, but it's alright." The old man waved his hand. "Comrade Zhang, please."

Zhang Yang nodded and sat down.

Before getting on the bus, he saw Chen Zhang pull his sister aside. From a distance, the girl seemed to be looking over, then quickly lowered her head.

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Later, inside the secluded mansion.

"Xiao Wu, if it weren't for Comrade Xiao Zhang today, you would be dead!" The old man took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a rare affection for his grandchild. "Comrade Xiao Zhang is a friend of your brother, and he saved your life today. You should call him brother too."

"Zhang Yang... Brother Zhang Yang, thank you for today." Chen Wu's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, and she looked up and then down again.

"You're welcome. I'll do my best within my ability," Zhang Yang said with a smile and a nod.

"That's just how this little girl is," the old man sighed softly. "Comrade Zhang, I'll remember your kindness in saving my granddaughter today. I won't say anything more."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Zhang.

"Chen Zhang, you should repay kindness, you understand what I mean, right?"

"Grandpa, I understand." Chen Zhang nodded quickly.

"Alright, it's getting late, and I'm a bit tired." The old man waved his hand, smiled at Zhang Yang, and said, "I'd like to ask you to give me some pointers on Tai Chi another time. I won't keep you any longer today. Why don't you young people go out and get together for a chat?"

Zhang Yang actually shared this idea as well.

He's done his showy work; now he should take some time to reflect and return to being the young, wealthy 25-year-old Zhang Yang he once was.

As for the title of Grandmaster...

He's not a martial arts expert; his strength is just a trump card. So, while he can play around and have fun, it's best not to easily accept the title of "young master."

A moment later, the three young men left together.

Chen Zhang smiled and put his arm around Zhang Yang's shoulder, being as affectionate as could be. Chen Wu, standing to the side, kept her head down and followed quietly without saying a word.

"Zhang Yang, how about we become sworn brothers? We'll be sworn brothers!"

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Zhang Yang chuckled.

"What's wrong with that? The old man has already made his intentions clear, telling Chen Wu to acknowledge him as her brother and for me to repay his kindness." Chen Zhang said with a smile. "Good brother, you saved my sister. I won't thank you enough. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know, and I'll do my best to help you."

"Then I won't be coy." Zhang Yang nodded.

As an industry grows larger, it's impossible to succeed without a solid foundation. Befriending Chen Zhang is naturally a way to strengthen one's own foundation.

Of course, his current businesses are legal and compliant, so this is simply giving himself an extra layer of insurance.

"Okay, by the way, I'll introduce you to some friends later," Chen Zhang said happily.

It was evening at a private club in Beijing.

"Young Master Chen." A beautiful woman in a cheongsam with a slit greeted him with a smile.

"Yes, are the seats arranged?" Chen Zhang nodded and strolled in. "This is Young Master Zhang, my brother."

The beautiful woman was startled and stared intently at the handsome young man beside Chen Shao, who possessed an ethereal air and was so strikingly handsome that he seemed like a dragon among men. She quickly stepped forward to greet him warmly.

Zhang Yang nodded casually, took the business card, glanced at it, and then put it in his pocket.

"It's a club owned by a friend of mine, not open to the public. I usually hold gatherings here when I'm in Beijing," Chen Zhang casually explained. "That was the manager. If you want to come again, just ask her to arrange it."

"Don't just talk to me, your sister's following us too." Zhang Yang stopped and turned to look at Chen Wu, who was trailing behind him at a distance.

"I know, don't stand on ceremony, it's my own sister." Chen Zhang smiled, then waved to Chen Wu, "Xiao Wu, don't hide all the time. Look at you, hardly anyone knows you when you're out and about."

"I didn't," Chen Wu hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and softly protesting.

She kept her head down, the strands of hair at her temples intentionally or unintentionally covering the scar; it was clear she was very bothered by it.

"Also, talk to your brother Zhang Yang more often," Chen Zhang said, looking at Chen Wu. "Don't be too rude!"

"I'm fine." Zhang Yang waved his hand. "Don't be so harsh on your sister, Chen Wu... how many years younger are you than your brother?"

Although he and Chen Zhang called each other brothers, Chen Zhang was actually quite a bit older than him, both being thirty years old.

"I am this year..." Chen Wu began.

"My sister is a year younger than you. Don't worry, she's definitely your real sister," Chen Zhang said with a smile. "How does it feel to have another good sister?"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head.

There are plenty of people who call him "good brother," but this adopted sister is the first one he's ever had.

"I can't let him call me 'brother' for nothing, I should prepare a gift for our first meeting, right?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

"Hey, no need. Chen Wu doesn't lack anything. Whatever she wants, her parents will naturally buy it for her. You don't need to spend money," Chen Zhang stopped her.

The parents of Chen Zhang and Chen Wu were businessmen who built a large business empire and were well-known figures in the domestic business community.

The brother and sister truly regarded wealth as nothing.

"Let me see." Zhang Yang's heart stirred for no apparent reason, and he reached out his hand.

Chen Zhang, standing to the side, was taken aback. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then stopped, because he saw Zhang Yang's hand reach towards the hair covering Chen Wu's face.

Chen Wu froze, letting Zhang Yang brush the strands of hair from her cheek.

"Could you... not look?" she whispered. "It's too ugly."

"What's ugly about it? It's just a scar." Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, withdrawing his hand. "I just remembered something."

"Hmm?" Chen Zhang asked curiously.

"Speaking of scar removal, I do have some scar removal ointment at home, maybe we can give it a try," Zhang Yang said after a moment's thought.

So, he's a kind-hearted person after all.

She's a little girl who calls him "brother," and this whole thing is making her almost depressed.

Or, why don't we just take out that Ice Skin Ointment and try it out?

"Really?" Chen Wu looked up immediately, her eyes shining.

"Let's give it a try. I can't say exactly how effective it will be," Zhang Yang said. "If it works, I'll bring the things tomorrow."

"I want to try," the little girl nodded without hesitation.

Chen Zhang leaned closer and whispered, "Zhang Yang, thank you for your kindness."

He certainly didn't expect any ointment to work; he simply took it as a token of Zhang Yang's goodwill.

Whether it's useful or not, he should at least appreciate the sentiment.

"You're welcome, it might come in handy," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Chen Zhang's lips twitched, his smile somewhat awkward. "I'm already quite content if I can offer my sister even a little comfort."

A moment later, inside the elegantly decorated, tastefully furnished private room...

The three of them sat idly, eating dinner.

Most of the time, Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang were the ones talking, and occasionally Zhang Yang would bring up Chen Wu in the conversation.

Chen Wu always answered questions, but never actively participated in conversations.

"Li Xingyu is quite promising, unlike those spoiled rich kids who only know how to play all day," Chen Zhang commented. "It wouldn't be bad for you to cooperate or befriend him, but his friends..."

Chen Zhang smiled but didn't continue. It was clear he didn't think much of that group of people.

How could Zhang Yang not know?

Well, you should make friends with people you can do serious business with, and you should also get to know friends you can have fun with. As for how deep or shallow the friendship is, he will naturally know how to handle it.

"Chen Wu." After chatting for a while, Chen Zhang suddenly looked at Chen Wu.

He didn't need to say a word.

Chen Wu suddenly raised her glass and stood up, bowing her head slightly. "Brother Zhang Yang, I... I'd like to toast you."