Who is this little sister?

Both online and offline, it turned into a veritable carnival.

"This Kim Woong-ho, how arrogant he was back then, how pathetic he is today! He wouldn't even stand a chance against Mr. Long with one punch."

"He kept clutching his ribs as he fell down; could his ribs be broken?"

"Needless to say? It's definitely broken! The person will probably be crippled."

At this moment, Zhang Yang's image, wearing a mask and standing with his hands behind his back, has become a symbol, quickly going viral across the internet and becoming a rising symbol of traditional martial arts in China.

In a sense, as soon as Zhang Yang announces his entry into the film and television industry today, major investors will be waving their money around, vying to create a movie tailored for him and have him star in it for hundreds of millions of dollars tomorrow.

Even big-name celebrities would beg to act alongside them, even if it meant working as a supporting actor, without asking for payment.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang had absolutely no interest.

After tonight, there will be no more Mr. Long. Of course, if you want to elevate the theme, you can also say: After tonight, everyone can be Mr. Long.

All night long, Zhang Yang swept aside all the other players.

They all used a single punch and kick, instantly killing everyone in their path without hesitation.

The cheers from the crowd were absolutely deafening.

Inside several VIP rooms, many celebrities turned into fans, posting photos of the event and becoming devoted admirers, fully embracing their idols.

With consistent coverage from official media, social media, and both online and offline channels, tonight has become a national celebration.

Zhang Yang stood quietly on the arena.

Tonight is not only a night of celebration for the Chinese people, but also a night of personal triumph for him.

Bite!

New Mission: Fight to the End (Completed)

Reward 1: 100 million RMB in cash

Reward 2: 50 experience points

"Got it." Zhang Yang smiled slightly, his heart filled with the joy of his achievement.

Fifty experience points goes without saying; it was a significant step forward for him on his path to leveling up.

As for the other gain...

That's a hundred million in cash!

Even for him now, suddenly receiving 100 million in cash is quite a large gain.

Of course, the buff from Copy Martial Arts has temporarily come to an end with the conclusion of the quest.

With this buff, he not only integrated ten traditional martial arts, but also mastered and integrated several mainstream international fighting techniques. It is no exaggeration to say that he has learned from many sources and mastered both Eastern and Western techniques.

Bite!

Because the host's martial arts skills are comprehensive, drawing on the strengths of both East and West, and his overall individual strength has reached the level of the strongest among humans on Earth.

A special reward is hereby granted: Primary Enhancement of Neural Reflexes.

Current host neural reflex speed: 30 milliseconds

"No way?" Zhang Yang blinked, feeling extremely surprised and delighted by this unexpected reward.

It's actually an increase in the speed of nerve reflexes?

Simply put, the speed of a nerve reflex is a person's reaction time.

To put it simply, a normal person's reaction time is between 200 and 400 milliseconds. Thirty milliseconds, or 0.03 seconds, is faster than a snake's instantaneous reaction time.

Just like an ordinary person blinking once, Zhang Yang could throw six to seven punches in that instant.

As for whether you can dodge bullets? Don't be ridiculous.

Once a bullet is aimed at you and leaves the barrel, even a fly with a reaction time of only five milliseconds can't dodge it, let alone a human. Even if Zhang Yang's nerve reaction speed is six or seven times faster than that of an ordinary person, it still won't work.

However, despite this, Zhang Yang could somehow dodge bullets.

Because from drawing a gun to raising it to aim and then pulling the trigger, what seems like a very short time is actually quite long for Zhang Yang. With his current reaction speed, explosive power, and the predictive ability of a martial artist, he can completely dodge the moment the opponent pulls the trigger.

As long as the bullet hasn't left the barrel, the gun is just a stick to him.

"What a pity," Zhang Yang remarked inexplicably.

The stronger an individual is, the more awe they have for firearms; times have changed after all.

Inside the Tianjin Gymnasium, cheers were already reaching the sky.

This competition has finally come to a successful conclusion.

The outcome was self-evident: Mr. Long swept aside competitors from multiple countries, putting on a spectacular show worthy of being recorded in history.

Discussions about it have skyrocketed both on-site and offline, domestically and even internationally.

On YouTube overseas, there are many uploaders who have shared and uploaded many exciting moments from the competition.

[Wonderful!]

[This once again proves that Kung Fu is the best in the world.]

[WOW, Mr. Long, another rising fighting superstar.]

[I have a question. Did you hear any strange singing in your head at the end? I don't quite understand it, but the tone is something like... ya bou ya kyun gong fu yi nin yiu zyun sam. I suspect I'm hallucinating, and I've already made an appointment with a psychiatrist for tomorrow.]

Hey man, you're not alone.

On the stage, Zhang Yang enjoyed the cheers and attention of the entire audience for a moment, then waved and walked off the stage without any hesitation.

Throughout the entire process, everyone present stood at attention and watched Zhang Yang walk backstage.

VIP interior.

Zhang Yang took off his mask, and Chen Zhang immediately gave him a hug.

"Brother, your performance tonight was no less than bringing glory to the country," Chen Zhang laughed. "I just received a lot of calls praising you. Do you want to hear who called?"

"No need, I won't need this identity anymore anyway," Zhang Yang said with a smile, holding the mask in his hand.

"By the way, do you still want that mask you have?" Chen Zhang looked at the mask in his hand. "Don't give it to me."

"Hmm." Zhang Yang casually handed the mask to him.

"With a mask like yours, it could easily fetch millions at a charity auction, but I'm not selling it; I'll keep it as a collection." Chen Zhang treasured it. "Here, look at the words my grandfather just wrote. Hmm, it's for you."

He handed over his phone, and Zhang Yang glanced at it.

In the photo on the phone, the four characters "A Grandmaster of a Generation" are written in a powerful and vigorous style, and the ink looks like it's still wet.

"My grandfather watched the live broadcast tonight and was moved to say this," Chen Zhang said with a smile.

"It's for him, not for me." Zhang Yang pointed to the mask in Chen Zhang's hand. "From now on, I am me, Mr. Long is Mr. Long. I have nothing to do with this name."

Chen Zhang and Director Ye exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Ultimately, fame was nothing but fleeting clouds to him!

The aftermath is still unfolding and continuing, but for Zhang Yang, this fascinating experience is coming to an end. He has ultimately not forgotten his original job and identity.

Midnight.

Still visibly excited, Chen Zhang and Zhang Yang walked arm in arm out of the VIP entrance of the Tianjin Gymnasium.

As soon as they stepped out, the two of them stopped in their tracks simultaneously.

Not far away, a figure with long, flowing hair stood out, looking as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Then, the figure suddenly turned around.

"You... you..." Chen Zhang glanced at it, stammering, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhang Yang!" Chen Wu's flawless face was still flushed with excitement. "You didn't expect that, did you? I was actually here cheering you on all night!"

She gently clenched her white fist.

"My God!" Chen Zhang exclaimed belatedly, stepping forward to examine his younger sister up close.

The scars that used to be on my face are now completely gone, without a trace.

The face before me was flawless, not only without any blemishes, but also rosy and fair, clearly that of a great beauty.

He had been dreaming of this day.

"It's me who wants to congratulate you." Zhang Yang looked at Chen Wu and sincerely congratulated her.

The system is indeed extraordinary.

In just one week, the scars were removed without leaving any trace, finally restoring Chen Wu to her original appearance.

"This is wonderful news, absolutely wonderful news!" Overwhelmed with excitement, Chen Zhang looked at Zhang Yang with a look of overwhelming gratitude that words could hardly express.

What does it mean to have a life-or-death friendship?

That's it.

Although Zhang Yang didn't save his life, he did save his sister and even helped her regain her original appearance, which was practically a life-saving act of kindness.

He and his family owed Zhang Yang an enormous favor.

"Brother, let's stay in Tianjin tonight. When we get back to Beijing, I'm going to tell my parents everything!" Chen Zhang was extremely excited, patting his chest. "My parents have always doted on my sister. I can't even imagine how happy they'll be if they know this..."

"Alright, let's go back early, I'm a little sleepy," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He wasn't sleepy, of course, but after the noise came emptiness. Having just experienced the hustle and bustle of the night, all he wanted now was to get back to the hotel as soon as possible, take a bath, and relax his mind.

A short while later, the three got into the car and headed straight for the hotel.

As night fell, Zhang Yang soaked alone in the bathtub of the Ritz-Carlton suite, the steam rising around him, completely relaxing.

While relaxing, some things about Soup King Hotpot flashed through his mind.

The development of Soup King Hotpot not only signifies the expansion of its own business empire, but also its enormous potential for future growth.

Currently, the stores in Beijing have reached a bottleneck and expansion is temporarily halted. However, several stores in Hebei Province are about to open simultaneously, and new stores have also opened in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces recently. Not to mention the cities in the south, Shenzhen Guangzhou, where new stores are about to spring up like mushrooms after rain.

The total number of stores will exceed one hundred soon, almost there.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Yang splashed water up to his chest, put his hands behind his head, looked at the night sky and skyline outside the window, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

Meanwhile, in another suite, Chen Zhang was wide awake, video chatting with his parents who were far away across the ocean.

"Dad, you've seen the photos, haven't you? Chen Wu's scars are all gone. She's as beautiful as ever now. You'll see when you come back," Chen Zhang said excitedly.

In the video, a distinguished couple displayed a complex mix of emotions.

"It's been over a decade, and my Xiaowu has finally..." the dignified middle-aged woman murmured to herself, "The favors my family owes are enormous!!"

"A life-saving grace, a second life-saving grace." The middle-aged man in the video muttered to himself, then suddenly looked at the camera, "Chen Zhang, what kind of person is he really?"

The scene fell silent for a moment, as if everyone was listening and waiting.

"What kind of person?" Chen Zhang muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over. "An exceptional individual, with extraordinary charm, and even Grandpa speaks highly of him... Dad, you'll see when you meet him. I've never met anyone as special as him in my entire life."

"I understand. Your mother and I will be back as soon as possible." The dignified man on the other end of the call nodded and ended the call.

The next morning, Zhang Yang had just gotten up and finished washing up when the Chen siblings knocked on the door.

Last night, under the lamplight, Chen Wu's skin looked great; today, in broad daylight, it looks even more flawless.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, thinking to himself.

"I wonder if Li Xingyu will regret it after seeing Chen Wu?"

He knew that even if people like Li Xingyu regretted it, they wouldn't have another chance. Chen Wu was now someone they couldn't possibly reach.

"Good morning, Brother Zhang Yang." As if sensing Zhang Yang's gaze, Chen Wu lowered her eyes and smiled shyly.

"Good morning! Oh? Chen Zhang, you didn't sleep well last night?" Zhang Yang asked, glancing at Chen Zhang, who had dark circles under his eyes but still looked energetic.

"I'm too excited to sleep," Chen Zhang laughed. "Last night's competition was so exciting, and with my sister's face recovering, it's another joyous occasion. I can't sleep because my mind is racing, and I'm doing push-ups as soon as I wake up."

"So you're okay driving, right?" Zhang Yang was speechless.

"My sister drives it." Chen Zhang waved his hand, put his arm around Zhang Yang, and said, "Brother, come on, I've invited a bunch of friends over today, I'll introduce you to them all."

Chen Zhang's circle of friends naturally carries a different level of prestige.

With Chen Zhang's introduction, Zhang Yang was naturally more than happy to agree.

In the morning, the three people, in two cars, drove back from Tianjin, heading straight for Beijing.

Around noon, on East Chang'an Avenue, at the Chang'an Club.

This is one of the most prestigious clubs in the country, renowned for its business-oriented nature. Its members are all big shots, including a large number of top entrepreneurs and tycoons in China. Several super-rich individuals from Hong Kong Island were among its first members.

As soon as Chen Zhang entered a private room decorated in a high-end and luxurious style, a group of young people inside stood up to greet him.

"Brother Chen, long time no see! What made you decide to get together today?"

"Come on, let me introduce you all. This is my good brother Zhang Yang, Young Master Zhang. From now on, his reputation is my reputation!" Chen Zhang put his arm around Zhang Yang and solemnly introduced him.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to scrutinize the young master Zhang before them.

Hiss!

His appearance and demeanor are just like those of a handsome male protagonist in literature, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. At first glance, he exudes a captivating personal charm.

Furthermore, the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, which appears to be worth over 20 million, is enough to demonstrate his financial strength.

Immediately, everyone stepped forward to make friends and introduce themselves.

Zhang Yang saw it all and listened to it all.

Sure enough, Young Master Chen's circle of friends is truly dazzling. Any one of them could rival Li Xingyu's back then, or even surpass it.

However, he also knew that part of the reason these people respected him was because of Young Master Chen.

To succeed in forging iron, one must first be strong oneself; he still needs to cultivate these connections carefully and transform them into his own.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, we meet again." A voice came from behind.

Zhang Yang then noticed Li Xingyu in the crowd.

It's no wonder he was inconspicuous; the young people here all had such a strong presence that he was completely overshadowed.

"Mr. Li, you're here too?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

"How could I refuse Brother Chen's invitation?" Li Xingyu smiled awkwardly. "Huh? Brother Chen, who is this young lady...? I've never seen her before?"

He suddenly looked at Chen Wu beside him.

Everyone turned to look.

"Hmph." Chen Zhang glanced at Li Xingyu, then pulled him over. "You haven't seen it before? Think again, have you seen it or not?"