The Ambition to Become Invincible

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Zhang Yang glanced at the boy, then turned back to Luo Xinyu and said.

The boy glanced at Zhang Yang's tall and handsome figure, then at Luo Xinyu's desolate expression, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "Are you bullying me?!"

A thick arm suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang paused, glancing at the unfriendly-looking boy in front of him, then at Luo Xinyu.

"Is this person your friend?"

"Zhan Peng! Get out of here!" Luo Xinyu took two steps forward and was about to slap him.

The boy quickly took a step back to avoid him, explaining, "Xinyu, I was just worried you'd be wronged."

"Who do you think you are? What I do is none of your business. Get out of my sight right now!" Luo Xinyu pointed to the side, her arrogance blatant.

The boy named Zhan Peng seemed very intimidated by Luo Xinyu. He moved his mouth but couldn't utter a single word. He just glared at Zhang Yang and turned to leave.

"What a tagalong!" Luo Xinyu glanced at the boy's retreating figure from afar. "Even if my family is down on its luck, at least we still have a villa to live in in Magic City. What about his family? Their chain of gyms could go bankrupt and run away at any time. And they still want to chase after me?"

"Magic City, a villa?" This thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Wow, they're really rolling in money! No wonder they could sell this house; they also own a villa in Magic City. A villa in Magic City must be worth at least several hundred million yuan, right?

Living in a villa worth hundreds of millions, and then selling this house would bring in another hundred million. It's true that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

"By the way, you should still be careful not to get involved with him. He doesn't have any other tricks up his sleeve, he just likes to settle things with his fists." Luo Xinyu looked at Zhang Yang. "But it's okay, just ignore him. He knows his limits."

Zhang Yang blinked.

Five years of fitness experience gave him only a perfect physique, but when it comes to fighting, he is certainly no match for a professional.

While it is said that a wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall, one cannot be completely without the ability to protect oneself.

"Oh, right, what we agreed on last night, does it still stand?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at Luo Xinyu.

"One thing at a time, of course it stands. Are you afraid I'll go back on my word?" Luo Xinyu laughed. "You're quite heartless. We did that last night, and you're turning your back on me like this today."

"I'm leaving now." Zhang Yang didn't want to argue with her any longer, so he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Luo Xinyu called out to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw Luo Xinyu standing quietly in the morning breeze, arms crossed, watching him.

"Can we still be friends?"

"Whatever," Zhang Yang said casually. "Is there anything else?"

Luo Xinyu shook her head. "You can go now."

Zhang Yang went straight to his car and drove off without hesitation.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Luo Xinyu stood there, then suddenly shook her head and gave a self-deprecating laugh before turning and entering the residential area.

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As Zhang Yang drove back in his Cullinan, he was lost in thought.

What just happened was just the beginning.

Being in China, you don't need to worry about major incidents, but things like punches, kicks, fights, and brawls are always hard to prevent.

I've worked so hard to get to this point—I'm rich, good-looking, and have a great figure. It's not easy at all. What a pity it would be if I accidentally bumped into something and fell down somewhere.

When you encounter an irrational person, they don't care whether you have money or not.

Hiring a bodyguard these days is a bit of an overreaction, but you should at least learn some self-defense skills.

"Why don't I find a fighting gym to practice and improve my combat skills?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, keeping the idea in mind.

He stopped by a breakfast shop on the way and bought some breakfast for Bei Wei before heading straight inside.

Zhang Yang parked his car in front of the store and got out. He immediately saw Bei Wei busy working inside the store.

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved?" He stepped forward.

"Zhang Yang, you're here." Bei Wei saw Zhang Yang and gently opened her arms to hug him. "Someone at the shop took the day off today, and I was just hanging around anyway, so I thought I'd help out... Oh, breakfast? How did you know I hadn't eaten breakfast yet?"

Bei Wei happily took her breakfast and went to eat it.

Zhang Yang watched as Bei Wei ate her steamed buns and drank her soy milk in small bites, then casually looked up breakfast shops near Bei Wei place.

There's a Hengjuyuan that's been open for quite a while, and it opens very early in the morning. It's also very close by; just turn right out of Bei Wei's apartment building.

Without a second thought, Zhang Yang made a phone call to ask.

A moment later, he made Bei Wei a member. As for how much he put in the account, Bei Wei could eat different things every day of the year and still not use it all.

"Hengjuyuan downstairs has topped up your card, so don't skip meals from now on."

"No, I forgot today." Bei Wei tilted her head up with a slightly coquettish tone. "Thank you, Brother Zhang... By the way, have you eaten?"

"Now that you mention it, it seems I really didn't eat anything..." Zhang Yang said, slightly embarrassed.

"Look at you, still lecturing me? What have you been so busy with that you haven't even had breakfast? Here, let me get you one." Bei Wei picked up a steamed bun, placed it on the lid of the plastic takeout box, and then pushed it to Zhang Yang.

The two ate breakfast facing each other, and the shop staff couldn't help but feel a little envious of them.

"Look, look, how much the boss spoils our Sister Bei Wei."

"Handsome, rich, and dotes on his girlfriend—if it were me, I'd be laughing in my sleep!"

It's almost noon, a busy lunchtime.

Today, Zhang Yang stayed in the store diligently, helping Bei Wei relieve some of the pressure on the store.

When he had some free time, he sat down, took out his phone, and looked up which nearby fighting gyms were famous, planning to go check them out later that afternoon.

"This peak period is finally over." Bei Wei stretched slightly.

She may look tired, but she's actually full of energy and drive every day.

"Sister Bei Wei, why don't you go home and rest at noon? We can stay at the store this afternoon," several shop assistants said, stepping forward.

Everyone knows that bosses dote on their girlfriends, so this is a unique way for them to show their appreciation and curry favor with their boss.

Logically speaking, there's nothing to be pleased about in a Mao Roast Duck restaurant owner.

But can this one be the same? He drives several luxury cars in rotation, and no one knows how wealthy their boss really is. Moreover, this one is so generous; all the shop assistants are eager to show off their abilities.

"Now that you mention it, I do feel a little sleepy." Bei Wei yawned softly, wanting to lie down on the table and take a nap.

"Come on, I'll take you to my apartment to rest." Zhang Yang stepped forward, picked up Bei Wei around the waist with a soft gasp, and carried her towards his Cullinan.

Bei Wei had never been to his place.

Well, Zhang Yang always felt that the biggest secret to maintaining freshness between boys and girls was to maintain their own independent living space. They could get together every now and then, but there was really no need to be together every day.

"So you live here." Bei Wei leaned against the car window, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." Zhang Yang took Bei Wei's hand and got out of the car, then they went into the elevator together and finally arrived at his apartment in this building.

A 100-square-meter apartment is spacious enough for one person to live in.

Bei Wei stood on the balcony with great joy, looking at Zhongshan Park in the distance, and gently opened her arms to welcome the early summer breeze.

The balcony windows were all open.

Zhang Yang held Bei Wei's hand, and the two lay back on the bed together, enjoying the breeze, their eyes slightly closed. They didn't need to do anything; they were already so comfortable and relaxed that they were about to fall asleep.

"Oh, right, here's my key." Zhang Yang casually handed Bei Wei a key.

Bei Wei accepted it with a look of delight.

"You can come whenever you want; it just so happens that my place isn't far from the store," Zhang Yang said with a smile, looking at Bei Wei's delighted expression.

I'll hold off on talking about buying a house in COFCO Seaview No. 1 for now, until things settle down.

After all, the property hasn't been transferred yet, and even if it were, the new owner might not move out immediately; it's too early to say.

"Mmm." Bei Wei nodded obediently, then gently turned to the side and hugged Zhang Yang's waist.

Holding Bei Wei's soft body, Zhang Yang patted her gently a few times and heard the sweet girl's even breathing.

"Fell asleep already?"

Zhang Yang looked down at Bei Wei, who was fast asleep, shook his head and smiled. It seemed that working at the store had really taken a toll on her lately.

After closing his eyes and taking a nap, Zhang Yang realized he wasn't really sleepy, so he gently lifted Bei Wei's hand, thought for a moment, and then put a pillow inside.

He got up, went downstairs, and headed straight for a nearby fighting gym.

This place is called Mad Shark Fighting Gym. It is said that the founder is a former national Sanda champion, so it has a real skill level.

Zhang Yang walked into the fighting arena, which was decorated in a rugged style, and immediately saw the huge ring in the center of the arena.

Several instructors, wearing protective gear, are assisting the students with their practice.

"Brother, interested in learning martial arts?" A burly coach approached Zhang Yang with a beaming smile.

"I do plan to look into it." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Brother, let me introduce you." Even a hero can be brought down by a penny; no matter how skilled a fighter is, he can be driven by the wealthy. It's understandable that this coach is so eager to achieve results.

Zhang Yang followed the coach and took a good look around the fighting gym, with a particular focus on a wall displaying the coaches.

The coach wall is covered with the results of various competitions, both big and small, from different coaches.

It does look quite impactful.

"Brother, what are your specific needs? I'll recommend something based on your requirements," the coach asked from the side.

"It's easy to learn and practical," Zhang Yang said.

Self-defense techniques are too flashy and not practical in real combat, so we won't consider them, plus they're too difficult.

He just wanted something practical, something that could deliver a decisive blow in a crucial moment. Anything more advanced would really require bodyguards; he couldn't possibly do everything himself.

"Then you could try Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). It's easy to pick up, and judging from your physique, you should be in great shape, so you should learn very well." The coach immediately began his recommendation.

Bite!

The system has adopted reasonable suggestions.

Mission: Increase combat power

Task Content: 1. Practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) with any Sanda coach for ten consecutive days. 2. Supplement with the Saitama Training Method for ten consecutive days.

Mission Reward 1: National-Level Sanda Technique

Task Reward 2: Saitama's physical fitness after one month of regular training

Task Reward 3: 20 experience points

Zhang Yang was completely bewildered by this wave of tasks.

How can a quest be triggered like this?

Of course, having a mission is a good thing, and this mission, at first glance, seems to offer exceptionally generous rewards.

First, let's look at the task details.

The first requirement is simple: come and check in for ten consecutive days to practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). The second requirement is more confusing.

Saitama Training Method?

Isn't this the training method that Saitama, the protagonist of One Punch Man, claims to use?

One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats every day, and running ten kilometers every day?

It seems complicated, but it really is.

Thinking of squats, Zhang Yang recalled the days when he was dominated by the intense soreness during his leg training.

After putting in so much effort, it's time to take a good look at the rewards.

The first reward is National-Level Sanda Technique. This is easy to understand; it means you will immediately possess the Sanda level of a top-tier Sanda athlete or even a champion in China.

The second reward?

Everyone knows that Saitama, after three years of rigorous training, became invincible and unstoppable. So, what if I possessed Saitama's physical abilities after just one month of training...?

A month may seem insignificant compared to three years, but considering Saitama's god-like strength three years from now, this month... shouldn't be too bad, right?

Moreover, with such a short training period, he shouldn't go bald.

The third reward of twenty experience points goes without saying; these experience points are the foundation for leveling up and are of paramount importance.

After reviewing all of this, Zhang Yang felt a surge of excitement.

Saitama's physical condition after a month of training, coupled with his national-level Sanda skills, would naturally be nothing in the monster-infested world of One Punch Man. But this is the real world, and everyone here is just an ordinary person.

I dare not say much, but I can finally say this with confidence: I've never been afraid of anyone in a fight.

"Brother... Brother?" The combat coach standing to the side looked at the handsome young man's absent-minded expression with a bit of trepidation, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"I'll practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), that's decided!" Zhang Yang said.

The coach standing nearby immediately beamed with joy.

As for which coach to choose, it doesn't matter, as long as they know Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

Considering that completing the above tasks would be quite time-consuming and laborious, and given that this fighting gym basically opens very early in the morning, Zhang Yang tentatively plans to come early every morning to first complete the Saitama Training Method, and then practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

Ten days, just ten days, and you can transform.

This transformation may appear superficially unchanged, but it is the most thorough change in a long time.

As for today, since we're already here, we certainly can't waste this opportunity.

Zhang Yang threw off his jacket and changed into the loose-fitting fighting uniform provided, revealing his invincible physique, which immediately made others envious.

"Holy crap, bro, how did you get that physique?" Even the coach was speechless with amazement.

After all, training your physique and training your strength for combat are two different things. Combat has a physique that can fully demonstrate explosive power. It can make you look strong and fierce, but it is definitely not the same as a perfect physique.

"Just practicing casually. Come on, let's start practicing." Zhang Yang smiled casually and stepped onto the stage.

The coach defended, Zhang Yang attacked under his guidance. They practiced, and then an hour later, they completed the first day of the Saitama Training Method in the fighting gym.

To be honest, if Zhang Yang's endurance hadn't been enhanced to a basic level, he might not have been able to handle the intensity of doing 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and running 10 kilometers.

Fortunately, I had done the initial strengthening last time, so I managed to get through it smoothly, but the price was that I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

After showering, putting on his supplements, and taking a break, Zhang Yang chatted with Bei Wei on his phone.

"Zhang Yang, it's so comfortable sleeping here. With the breeze blowing, I can sleep for hours on end," Bei Wei said.

"Sleep in there a bit longer, we can go back together when I get back," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"The shop's busy, I have to go there." Bei Wei said gently, "Okay, next time, I'm going now."

After ending his chat with Bei Wei, Zhang Yang was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly stopped.

His high school's official WeChat account has already posted promotional material for the anniversary celebration.

The high school group chat, which had been quiet for a long time, started to get lively again.

Who are the most active people in the group? It goes without saying, it's those who are the most active.

"Magic City last time, let's get together again this time!"

"Qian Wen, you brought your boyfriend out to show off, wow, you've got a pilot boyfriend."

"Where is Teacher Meng? Is Teacher Meng busy?"

Suddenly, a group of people were tagging Meng Baihan in the group chat.

Zhang Yang watched for a while and realized that when Meng Baihan heard that he had officially become a music teacher at his alma mater, his classmates were full of blessings and also quite curious.

Meng Baihan comes from a well-off family. Now she has returned to her hometown and works as a music teacher in a middle school, which is both respectable and leisurely, and suits her temperament.

Remembering that Meng Baihan had made a special trip to congratulate him on the last store opening, he found Meng Baihan's WeChat and sent him his congratulations.

"Thank you. By the way, how's your store doing lately?" Meng Baihan expressed his gratitude very politely.

"It's alright," Zhang Yang replied.

"Okay, keep it up, take it slow. By the way, are you coming back for the school anniversary celebration and party at the end of the month?" Meng Baihan encouraged Zhang Yang and then asked.

"We'll see when the time comes, who knows?" Zhang Yang said.

The gathering is supposed to be about catching up, but in essence, it's all the same thing; whether you go or not makes no difference.

"Try to participate, you're classmates, it's not easy for you," Meng Baihan tried to persuade him.

Zhang Yang chatted casually with Meng Baihan for a few minutes, then, seeing that it was getting late, decided to head back.

On his way back, he realized that it was already dark outside.

He had intended to go straight back to his apartment, but for some inexplicable reason, he parked his Cullinan on the side of the road near the store.

Under the cover of night, the Shudu Roasted Duck restaurant stands out prominently, bustling with activity.

Such scenes have been a common occurrence since the business opened.

Looking through the car window at Bei Wei smiling and bustling about in the shop, and at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of peace and comfort.

"I have a house, a car, savings, and a girl. Without even realizing it, I've achieved all these goals?" Zhang Yang chuckled to himself.

The house is, unsurprisingly, a large penthouse in COFCO Seaview No. 1; the cars are Bentley and a Rolls-Royce; the savings are steadily increasing every day; and the girl is busy working in the shop, isn't she?

My life has been extraordinary.