Awakening the Yin-Yang Divine Skill: I was ecstatic after the breakup

Zhu Biyu's face flushed instantly, both ashamed and angry. She shouted angrily, "You shameless!"

Zhao Kai chuckled wickedly, his tone even more flippant: "What? 5 yuan isn't enough? Is your thing inlaid with gold?"

Name your price. I'll pay any price as long as you accompany me.

Zhu Biyu's face turned even redder, and she trembled slightly with anger.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yang's eyes instantly turned cold. He reached out and pulled Zhu Biyu behind him to protect her. He stared sharply at Zhao Kai and said in an icy tone, "Zhao Kai, I was originally thinking of letting it go and not holding your past against you."

Since you've come looking for a fight, I'll grant your wish!

Zhao Kai scoffed, his face full of disdain: "You dare to say such things?"

"You mutt, take this!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he lunged forward and struck Chen Yang hard on the head with astonishing speed, creating a whooshing sound.

However, in front of Chen Yang, who possessed supernatural powers, this seemingly fast strike became extremely slow.

Chen Yang slightly shifted his body to the side, easily dodging the attack with fluid and effortless movements.

Before Zhao Kai could react, Chen Yang raised his foot and kicked him hard in the face.

With a loud thud, Zhao Kai screamed and fell sideways to the ground, blood instantly flowing from the corner of his mouth and his cheek swelling up rapidly.

Zhao Kai lay on the ground, in pain and shock, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

He hadn't expected Chen Yang to become so skilled in combat. His full-force attack was easily dodged, and he was even kicked so badly.

Seeing this, Zhu Biyu felt a mix of satisfaction at having gotten revenge and a secret sense of relief. She stared intently at Chen Yang, her eyes filled with admiration.

Chen Yang looked down at Zhao Kai on the ground and said calmly, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to come looking for trouble with me?"

Enraged by his tone, Zhao Kai gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fierce: "You mutt, I was careless just now, it doesn't count!"

"You'll pay for this! This time I'll break your legs!"

As he spoke, he gripped the telescopic baton again, lunged forward, and struck Chen Yang in the chest with even more force than before.

Chen Yang easily dodged again, flashed to Zhao Kai's side, raised his foot, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

With a cry of pain, Zhao Kai's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands. His face was deathly pale, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand up.

Chen Yang bent down, picked up the telescopic baton that had fallen to the ground, walked up to him, looked down at him with cold, devoid of any warmth in his eyes.

Zhao Kai looked up along his legs and met Chen Yang's cold gaze.

In that instant, he felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, his whole body trembled slightly, and his previous arrogance vanished without a trace.

Chen Yang looked at him, his tone icy: "I'm returning this blow. Remember this: some people you can't afford to mess with!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang raised the extendable baton high and struck Zhao Kai hard on the head.

With a muffled thud, Zhao Kai's whole body convulsed, and he immediately let out a shrill scream, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

Blood trickled down between his fingers, staining his hands and cheeks red.

He fell heavily to the ground, rolling around and screaming in pain, which attracted passersby who gathered around and began to discuss the situation.

Looking at his pained expression, Chen Yang said coldly, "From now on, every time I see you, I'll beat you up!"

After saying that, he slammed the extendable baton hard into Zhao Kai's face, turned around, grabbed Zhu Biyu's hand, and quickly left.

Zhu Biyu was still a little nervous, so she quickly reached out and grabbed Chen Yang's arm, staying close to him and walking forward quickly, not daring to look back.

Zhao Kai lay on the ground, enduring the excruciating pain in his head, gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed on the departing figures of Chen Yang and Zhu Biyu, his eyes filled with resentment and venom, yet utterly helpless.

Seeing that more and more passersby were gathering around him, he hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Call an ambulance for me! Hurry! My head hurts so much!"

Chen Yang led Zhu Biyu on a walk along the commercial street for a while, then suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and looked behind him.

Zhu Biyu was startled by his actions and quickly asked, "Brother Chen Yang, what's wrong?"

As she spoke, she turned around and looked behind her.

Not far away, a man in a suit was slowly following, his expression calm.

When the man in the suit saw Chen Yang and Zhu Biyu turn around, he stopped in his tracks, a gentle smile on his face, and looked at them calmly, without the slightest malice.

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with a tall and straight posture, handsome face, sharp eyes, and a calm demeanor. He looked very capable and not like an ordinary person.

Chen Yang looked at him warily, his tone cold: "Who are you? Why have you been following us?"

The man in the suit slowly stepped forward, still wearing a gentle smile, and said respectfully, "Hello, brother, my name is Lin Feng, and I am Mr. Ye's subordinate."

Chen Yang frowned and tried to recall the name "Mr. Ye" carefully, but found that he had never heard of it before.

He remained wary: "Did you need something from me?"

Lin Feng still wore a gentle smile, his eyes filled with appreciation, and his tone was sincere: "I see you are quite skilled, nimble and decisive, a rare talent."

My husband, Mr. Ye, is currently hiring extensively with excellent benefits. I wonder if you'd be interested in working for him? You'll have no shortage of opportunities for advancement in the future.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang gently shook his head, his tone calm yet firm: "I'm not interested. I have no intention of working for anyone."

After saying that, he took Zhu Biyu's hand, turned around and was about to leave, not wanting to get entangled with Lin Feng any longer.

Seeing this, Lin Feng quickly stepped forward and blocked Chen Yang's path. His smile remained, but there was a hint of stubbornness in it: "Brother, wait."

Chen Yang stopped, his brows furrowing slightly, his tone tinged with impatience: "Is there anything else? I've already said I'm not interested, so don't stop me."

Lin Feng scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said frankly, "Brother, to be honest, I'm a martial arts fanatic. Whenever I see someone more skilled than me, I get itchy hands and can't help but want to spar with them."

"Why don't you give me a chance, brother? Let's have a little sparring, but I'll stop when it's over and won't hurt you."

Chen Yang thought to himself: Judging from this man's appearance, he is obviously going to pester me. If I don't teach him a lesson, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to get away.

Since that's the case, I'll just defeat him decisively and make him give up completely.

Upon hearing about the proposed sparring, Zhu Biyu's expression instantly turned tense. She quickly grabbed Chen Yang's arm and whispered, "Brother Chen Yang, don't agree to it. It's too dangerous. What if you get hurt? Let's go quickly."

Chen Yang patted her hand, his tone firm: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it quickly, you won't get hurt."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward, looked at Lin Feng, and said in a calm tone, "A friendly spar is fine, but what benefits will I get if I beat you?"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "What benefits do you want, brother? As long as it's within my power, I'll definitely give you what you need."

Chen Yang's lips curled slightly upwards, and his tone was blunt: "Do you have money?"

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then laughed: "I do have some money, how much are you going to bet, brother?"

"One million." Chen Yang said calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.