Zhou Yang Fluid Technique

Early the next morning, Zhou Yang left. After the guy next door got up, he wanted to mock him, so he stubbornly knocked on Zhou Yang's door for twenty minutes. Who knew why? Perhaps he wanted revenge for having his sweet dreams disturbed last night. He insisted on taking this chance to humiliate Zhou Yang. Fortunately, the innkeeper later came and told him that the room's occupant had already left, finally making him stop. Still, it only strengthened his conviction that Zhou Yang had left in embarrassment because he couldn't perform last night.

Naturally, Zhou Yang knew nothing about any of this, because he was currently on the road!

But just as he left the town, three huge men suddenly appeared and blocked his path. Their appearances were nothing special, but their physiques were extremely eye-catching.

"Are you sumo wrestlers?" Zhou Yang looked at their familiar builds and remembered the three people sitting in the tavern's corner when he had asked around for information last night. Though he hadn't seen their faces, judging by their shapes, it had to be them.

"Sumo wrestlers? I don't know what that means, but you've been robbed by us. Running into the Sumo Wrestler Trio is your misfortune. Hand over all your money, and we'll go easier on you. At least we'll leave you with an intact corpse. Otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" Zhou Yang asked with a curious expression.

One of them slammed his fist down, smashing a deep pit into the ground. Then he said, "We'll crush you into a meat pancake!"

"Heh, interesting. You three think you can rob people looking like that? Don't you recognize this?" Zhou Yang adjusted the forehead protector on his head.

"Indeed, ninjas are usually not targets for us three brothers," said the one with tied-up hair.

"But there is one exception," said the short-haired one.

"That is, when the ninja is weak!" said the curly-haired one.

The three spoke as though they were one person, their words fitting together perfectly, one sentence after another.

"So you think I'm weak?"

"Of course!"

"A ninja under one meter forty,"

"A ninja with a child's voice,"

"A ninja thrown out of a special service establishment,"

"We have determined,"

"The target is underage,"

"Perhaps not even ten years old,"

"Which means the target is, at most, a Lower Ninja,"

"As for a Lower Ninja,"

"The three of us aren't afraid!"

Watching the three take turns speaking, Zhou Yang did not believe they had specially rehearsed this for robbing him. Rather, their coordination was exceptionally high. Judging from their faces, they were even more likely to be triplets.

After they finished speaking, the one with the braid charged at him. Due to his massive body and excessive weight, every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble. To the extremely small Zhou Yang, he looked more like a wall—a wall crushing toward him.

However, because of his size, he was not fast. Zhou Yang was not flustered at all. He stood still, intending to respond to all changes with constancy and see exactly how his opponent planned to attack him.

When the man came within two meters of him, he suddenly leaped up, his enormous body bearing down on Zhou Yang like a car.

"You think that'll crush me? You're seriously underestimating my speed!"

With a bang, a huge object smashed into the ground. Zhou Yang had only stepped back half a meter. By his estimate, half a meter was all he needed to evade the attack. But before he could mock the other side for using such an attack, another massive figure came crashing down on him. This one was the short-haired man.

"What? When did he get above my head?!" The question flashed through Zhou Yang's mind, but he had no time to consider the answer because the next attack was already upon him. He bent low into a crouch, giving himself enough room to cushion the movement, then rolled with the motion and dodged the blow. But there were not merely two opponents. There were three. Would their combo have only two stages? Of course not. It had three.

As Zhou Yang rolled, the third crushing attack had already arrived above him. At that moment, Zhou Yang seemed to see the smiles on the short-haired man's and curly-haired man's faces as they prepared to land. They had lost count of how many times they had used this move to ambush their targets. Without exception, every target had been crushed into a daze and immediately lost the ability to resist. That was when the three of them got to enjoy slaughtering them.

At this moment, they expected to see him clutch his head, protect his vital areas, and reduce the chance of being knocked unconscious. But the person they had encountered today was simply not normal. If he couldn't dodge, then what? He would force his way through it.

Before their slightly astonished eyes, Zhou Yang spun, making a movement similar to a somersault, and whipped his leg toward the curly-haired man in midair.

Huh? With those short legs? Wouldn't that be nothing more than a tickle against their fat? And if this attack got pinned beneath them, he would not merely be dazed—his leg might snap, or worse, even his waist.

They could practically see his miserable scream already.

And indeed, a scream rang out, but it was so familiar.

"Aah!!!"

The two who had already landed looked toward the curly-haired man who had been kicked aside. Their first reaction was not to help or rescue him, but utter confusion. The fat man with tied-up hair even rubbed his eyes, as though he simply could not believe what had happened before him.

"Th-this, I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"Doesn't seem like it,"

"Our third brother was kicked away by that little guy,"

"And it looks like his arm is broken."

Even now, the two still spoke with impeccable coordination. Naturally, their expressions of shock were equally identical.

Of course, Zhou Yang would not give them an opportunity. Taking advantage of their moment of disbelief, he rushed forward, leaped, and performed a backflip, kicking the short-haired man's chin. This blow sent the two-hundred-kilogram fat man flying again. The instant Zhou Yang landed, he planted both hands on the ground. His hands moved as nimbly as feet as he spun sideways in place, then he exerted force through his waist and swung his legs. At that moment, his legs were like iron balls driven by centrifugal force, viciously slamming into the other man's cheek.

Within three seconds, Zhou Yang completed the entire sequence, letting the two experience the power their younger brother had felt before landing perfectly. Full marks!!

The inspiration for Zhou Yang's sequence came from a sport in his previous life: gymnastics. Combined with Zhou Yang's monstrous physical abilities and balance, it gave him greater room to perform difficult movements. He had used it during sparring with Hanzo, immediately catching Hanzo off guard and giving him a nasty surprise. Hanzo had also been astonished. In his view, the move not only reached a certain standard of power, but consumed the least stamina. It relied more on clever force, and even seemed to possess a kind of beauty.

Hanzo hurriedly asked where Zhou Yang had learned it. Zhou Yang shamelessly claimed that he had created it himself. Thus, without the slightest embarrassment, Zhou Yang named this technique after himself: the Zhou Yang Fluid Technique.