"I'll do it!" Zhang Yang glanced over, then sprang forward, covering ten meters in a single step.
Explosive power, peerless footwork, the fusion of ten traditional martial arts schools, and a heaven-shaking strike driven by every muscle, tendon, skin, and bone in his body.
One palm!
All his power instantly slammed into the bull's face!
The bull's body stiffened at once. Then its limbs gave way, and its massive frame was viciously smashed into the ground by the tremendous force. The earth boomed, and dust scattered in every direction!
"Are you alright?" Zhang Yang turned to look at Chen Wu, whose face was pale as she stood frozen in fear.
Everything had happened in an instant. Only then did Chen Zhang come running over.
It was not that he was slow, but that Zhang Yang had been too fast.
"Chen Wu, Chen Wu, are you alright? Are you stupid? Why were you just standing there without moving?" Chen Zhang's first reaction was to rush forward and ask.
The surrounding crowd surged over with a roar.
They were the old man's personal guards.
"It's dead?!"
"What? It really died!"
Several men cautiously approached. Seeing that the bull's limbs were still twitching, they slowly crouched down to inspect it.
The bull's face had caved in deeply.
Both its eyes had burst from the force.
After one look, they all stared at Zhang Yang, who stood off to the side with his hands behind his back, their faces filled with horror.
The guard surnamed Wang, the old man's closest bodyguard, widened his eyes. His lips trembled as he looked at Zhang Yang as though he were gazing at a humanoid ferocious beast.
That had been a one-ton bull!
At full charge, it could smash through a wall!
A bull's head was unimaginably hard.