Me, One Against Ten

Inside a Sichuan restaurant, Zhang Yang kept them company absentmindedly.

"Could you please put a little effort into having dinner with me?" Luo Xinyu gently put down her chopsticks and smiled.

"It's just eating, what's so fancy about it?" Zhang Yang shook his head and checked the time.

At this time of day, he would usually be busy at the shop, but today he didn't enjoy his meal at all.

Even though the girl in front of me is fair-skinned, beautiful, with a slim waist and long legs.

Luo Xinyu nodded, took out a tissue and gently wiped her face. "Alright, I won't take up any more of your time. You've eaten, so why don't you go ahead and get back to work?"

"It's that simple?" Zhang Yang was a little incredulous.

"What do you think? How about you come shopping with me again?" Luo Xinyu stared at Zhang Yang and suddenly said.

"Never mind, I'm leaving." Zhang Yang got up to pay the bill, and when he looked back, Luo Xinyu was still sitting in her seat. "Come on, I'll give you a ride. Where did you park your car?"

"You're still willing to give me a ride?" Luo Xinyu suddenly smiled.

"It's just completing the procedures, let's go," Zhang Yang said casually.

Cullinan on, and the journey was uneventful.

As she was about to get off the bus, Luo Xinyu didn't rush to get off; she just stood there, staring at Zhang Yang without moving.

"You didn't say a word?"

"I really don't know what to talk to you about," Zhang Yang said with a laugh. "We're here. You can get out now; I have things to do."

Luo Xinyu nodded and opened the car door a crack.

"Then... goodbye?"

"Actually, it's best... to avoid each other," Zhang Yang said after a moment's thought. "To be honest, we've only just met, we're not familiar at all. It's better to keep it brief; it's better for both of us."

"It's better for you, isn't it?" Luo Xinyu chuckled, leaning in to hug Zhang Yang's neck. "You scumbag, just give me a kiss and I'll get down."

Zhang Yang remained unmoved.

Luo Xinyu blinked, seemingly unconcerned, and gave Zhang Yang a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before getting out of the car.

Zhang Yang watched Luo Xinyu's departing figure for a while, shook his head, and drove straight away from the spot, heading to the Mad Shark Fighting Club.

For the next few days, he followed the routine of spending his days at the store and checking in at the Shark Club in the morning or afternoon.

During this period, the framework and personnel of Tianfu Catering Company were formed as quickly as possible, because time is life.

Across the internet, online celebrities have been frequently visiting restaurants serving Mao Roast Duck lately, and the popularity of this dish is rapidly increasing.

Across the country, some signs are beginning to emerge.

Naturally, online inquiries about joining Shudu Roasted Duck are also increasing.

That afternoon, inside the Mad Shark Club.

Having just completed his final Sanda training session, Zhang Yang is now undergoing his last day of Saitama Training Method.

"Ninety-seven... ninety-eight..."

"One hundred!"

After his last squat, Zhang Yang was almost completely exhausted. If his endurance hadn't been initially enhanced, he probably would have collapsed long ago.

Bite!

A pleasant system notification suddenly sounded in Zhang Yang's mind, and his expression immediately brightened.

Mission: Enhance combat power (Completed)

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

Do you want to collect it?

Zhang Yang didn't claim the reward immediately. Instead, he found a seat and sat down properly to avoid any issues arising when claiming the task reward.

The twenty experience points go without saying. Together with the previous twenty experience points, the current experience progress has reached forty, and there is still more than halfway to level up.

This can't be rushed.

After his breathing had completely calmed down, Zhang Yang composed himself.

"Receive."

He murmured to himself, then his eyes widened in shock.

A kind of instinctive feeling, originating from muscle memory, instantly spread throughout my body.

This is the skill of a national-level Sanda fighter.

With every move, every attack from his opponent, he could instantly anticipate how to counter and retaliate.

It doesn't even require thinking; it's purely muscle instinct.

It's fair to say that even with his current physique, he would be virtually invincible in a ring fight. After all, his physical abilities and muscle strength surpass those of ordinary people, and combined with his Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) skills, his power would be astonishing.

"Oh right, what's the other reward? What about Saitama- sensei's physical condition after a month of regular training?" Zhang Yang shifted his body but didn't feel any changes.

He had just stood up when suddenly his whole body went numb and he couldn't move at all.

The next second, an explosive force, like fireworks, surged through every corner of the body, within every muscle fiber, spreading and lingering until it finally subsided.

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and silently walked towards the equipment training area inside the fighting gym.

At this moment, there was hardly anyone in the training area, and no one even noticed Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang stood in the training area, looking at the bench press rack and the squat rack, lost in thought.

He did want to lift heavier weights, but since he didn't yet understand his current physical condition, he didn't dare to do so without assistance.

It's not safe, and he doesn't want to risk his life.

"Let's try some safe, fixed equipment first." Zhang Yang walked to the incline bench press machine next to him, looked at the 25 kg barbell plates, and started adding weight.

Zhang Yang noticed it when he bent down to pick up the weight plates.

A single 50-pound barbell plate feels incredibly light when held with both hands, but when held with one hand, you can barely feel that you are actually holding something.

The concept of "weight" does not exist.

Even though it was a 50-pound barbell plate, he felt like he was holding a fake plastic plate.

He was a little hesitant to try.

This weighs fifty pounds! How can it feel like I got a fake one?

On the incline bench press, Zhang Yang didn't dare to put too many weights on it. He put four weight plates on each side, 200 pounds on each side, for a total of 400 pounds on both sides.

Sit down and look around.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, tensing his body as he prepared to gather his strength. After all, based on his past experience, he knew he couldn't possibly push that weight.

Grip the handles tightly with both hands and exert force!

Zhang Yang's eyes widened suddenly.

It's not difficult.

It's not effortless at all.

This is a 400-pound bench press in a seated position! He pushes it with no effort at all, and even after finishing one set, he still feels quite energetic enough to do several more sets in one go.

This shows that this is far from the limit of his current strength.

Fixed apparatus isn't quite enough to illustrate the point, so let's try free apparatus.

Zhang Yang hadn't noticed before, but now he sees that the bench press racks here all have safety frames, which eliminates any risk factors associated with bench presses.

"Push it to the limit," Zhang Yang muttered to himself, and began adding weight to the barbell.

Currently, no one in China has broken the record for the highest bench press without equipment, which is 300 kilograms. If someone suddenly appeared who could bench press 300 kilograms without equipment...

In the realm of domestic power, he is undoubtedly the number one.

In a short while, Zhang Yang filled the barbell to the brim, bringing the total weight to exactly 300 kilograms.

"If I could lift that weight, wouldn't I be the number one bench presser in China?" Zhang Yang wasn't sure if he could actually lift that weight.

Give it a try.

Zhang Yang lay back, gripped the barbell tightly with both hands, mobilized all the muscles in his body, and then... unleashed his power in an instant.

Rise!

With the weight plates, the barbell weighed a full 300 kilograms, which Zhang Yang lifted instantly.

The moment he lifted it up, Zhang Yang knew it was done!

Only under such extreme power could he vaguely perceive the limits of his own strength.

Three hundred kilograms is a heavy weight, but it's still within his tolerance and control, which is quite terrifying. After all, even the top person in China could only push it once in an instant when trying this weight.

The weight that can be used for sets is naturally far from this person's maximum weight.

Zhang Yang felt the weight of 300 kilograms, equivalent to bench pressing six girls at the same time, up and down, for a total of eight times before he began to feel slightly exhausted.

The weight he can lift eight times while maintaining full control is naturally not his true limit.

Zhang Yang knew what was going on and decided not to try again.

Horrifying! Absolutely terrifying!

In the real world, with his strength and national-level Sanda skills, who could possibly be his match?

The statement, "I can take on ten at once," is not an exaggeration when applied to him.

Even if twenty or thirty people ganged up on him, he wouldn't feel any pressure, let alone ten.

After all, no matter how many people there are, he can only face a few at a time.

As for effects like being kicked away or knocked down with a punch—those are only seen in movies and TV shows, but they can actually happen to him.

"I guess I'm... somewhat capable of protecting myself now?" Zhang Yang sighed deeply.

His current wealth is far more than just something that people covet; at this stage, at most he might encounter some minor physical altercations.

In an instant, Zhang Yang felt incredibly confident.

He glanced at the burly coaches not far away, a strange smile creeping onto his face.

A moment later, on the arena.

"Brother, fists and feet have no eyes, are you sure you want me to really fight you?" the coach asked again, sounding uncertain.

He panicked.

After all, this is his big spender. What if he accidentally bumps into something and the person gets angry and refuses to come back?

Actually, he doesn't need to worry about that.

Even if he doesn't fight, Zhang Yang won't be coming starting tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I'm sure. I won't cause you any trouble if I get hurt." Zhang Yang reassured him, signaling him to go for it.

The coach took a deep breath, stopped arguing, and got into position before coming up.

The coach who was once mysterious and powerful in Zhang Yang's eyes is now full of flaws.

Zhang Yang strode forward and, controlling his strength, kicked out.

Bang!

Even though the coach was wearing protective gear, he instantly felt a tremendous force slam into him. The next second, he was sent flying backward, spinning around the ring, and crashed into the protective railings around the ring.

All around was quiet.

The coach in the distance, the students below the stage.

And then there's the coach, slumped on the ground, eyes glazed over, still not having reacted.

"I lost?" he muttered to himself, looking down at his hands.

"They won just like that?" Zhang Yang also felt somewhat incredulous.

A professional-level, award-winning Sanda coach was actually knocked down by just one kick?

Isn't this too simple, too unbelievable?

He suddenly realized that he might have underestimated his own combat abilities.

Saitama is invincible with one punch in his world.

In this real world, has Zhang Yang, to some extent, also become the kind of combat king who, regardless of the strength of his opponent, is no match for him?

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore." Zhang Yang knew when to stop. Seeing the astonished looks around him, he went over and helped his coach up.

"How is this possible?" the coach muttered to himself.

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't say anything. Ten days of hard work had finally yielded fruitful results.

After quickly taking a shower and changing his clothes at the Mad Shark Fighting, Zhang Yang headed straight to drive to the store for a look around.

He's been appearing at the store less often lately.

Even so, the store is still bustling with customers, and almost everyone who comes in has to queue.

A few days ago, Zhang Yang hired two more people for the shop.

Now, Bei Wei is completely free to do whatever she wants, and can happily be the little boss lady in the shop every day.

"Zhang Yang, you're here!" Bei Wei smiled and rushed into Zhang Yang's arms when she saw him.

"How's the shop?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, patting the sweet girl's hair.

"Everything is going well, and we're getting more and more inquiries about franchising," Bei Wei couldn't help but say, describing the current situation at the store.

Zhang Yang thought about it and realized that nowadays, there are more and more people involved in promoting the Mao Roast Duck category, both big and small, and it seems that it's time to recruit franchisees.

Well, in other words, it's the best time to eat leeks.

"Jiajia said, why don't I go to my uncle's company and work with her on the franchise recruitment? Well, we'll be responsible for the franchise recruitment in the Magic City area," Bei Wei said.

Zhang Yang nodded.

This is good; the head office can handle the recruitment in a unified manner, and the head office can provide unified support and training.

As for the profits he can extract, they are the franchise fees from all franchisees in the Magic City area. As for Tianfu Catering, all other training fees, material costs, decoration costs, etc., all belong to Tianfu Catering.

Although all parties are preparing to enter the fray and carve up the market, Shudu Roasted Duck is one of the early entrants and is sure to make a good profit.

"I'll call Bei Jiajia later and ask her again," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "By the way, we agreed that I would support you. I haven't sent you any living expenses yet. Here, take this first."

He lowered his head and casually transferred 200,000 yuan to Bei Wei for spending money.

This girl kept declining, but 200,000 was still a reasonable amount.

"Two hundred thousand? That's too much!" Bei Wei stared blankly at Zhang Yang's transfer information, somewhat stunned.

"Too much? You can use it first, just consider it a year's supply. If you still think it's too much, you can make it two years' supply," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Huh?" Bei Wei gently hugged Zhang Yang and bit his ear. "You heartless boss, you're so ruthless! Are you planning to keep me for life?"

I've been a bit busy these past few days, so I haven't been updating as much. I'll try to resume 10,000 posts daily after these two days, or rather, starting from the first of next month.