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

Upon hearing Chen Yang's voice, Zhu Biyu's embarrassment vanished instantly. As if grasping at a lifeline, she rushed forward and tightly embraced one of Chen Yang's arms.

She pressed her body tightly against his arm, her voice tinged with a mixture of grievance and joy: "Brother Chen Yang, you've finally come."

She turned to look at the young man and said firmly, "He is my boyfriend, so stop bothering me."

The young man stared at Chen Yang, his face instantly darkening, his eyes filled with resentment and jealousy. His lips moved, as if he wanted to argue.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, glared at Chen Yang, and turned away dejectedly, muttering words of resentment.

Chen Yang looked at Zhu Biyu beside him.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her eyes held both the grievance of being pestered and the joy of seeing him. After glancing at him twice, she lowered her head shyly, her ear tips turning bright red, looking charming and adorable.

Chen Yang's heart pounded wildly, and an impulse surged within him. He really wanted to kiss her on the lips, but then he thought about it again and forcibly suppressed the desire.

Such a wonderful girl, I shouldn't waste her time and cause her any more trouble.

He forced himself to calm down and gently pulled his arm away from Zhu Biyu's grasp: "Let's go."

As Zhu Biyu watched Chen Yang turn away, she could clearly feel his resistance and indifference towards her, and a sense of grievance welled up in her heart.

She quickly comforted herself: Chen Yang had just been hurt by his ex-girlfriend, so it's normal for him to be so resistant to me now.

A slight smile played on her lips, and a hint of certainty flashed in her eyes. She thought to herself: I don't believe you don't like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have kissed me in the movie theater corridor last night and even gave me a necklace worth 52 yuan.

You must be pretending to be reserved.

Thinking it over, she quickly followed after him, staying close behind Chen Yang.

Just as the two reached the roadside and were about to raise their hands to hail a taxi, a black minivan suddenly screeched to a halt beside them.

The car doors were pushed open one after another, and four men got out of the car.

The man in the lead was Lin Feng, who had challenged Chen Yang to a duel the night before and lost 100 million yuan. He was followed by three men.

In the middle was a big guy, as burly as an iron tower, wearing a black tight vest, with bulging veins on his arms, and a face that was both honest and tough.

The other two were dressed in sharp black suits, with tall, straight figures and expressionless faces, clearly well-trained subordinates.

Zhu Biyu was startled and instinctively hid behind Chen Yang, whispering in surprise, "It's him again."

Chen Yang was also somewhat surprised. His gaze swept over the four people, and he thought to himself: They were able to find me so quickly. It seems that Mr. Ye's men are indeed quite capable.

Lin Feng, with a smile on his face, strode forward, followed by the burly man behind him. Lin Feng introduced him with a smile, "Brother, we meet again."

Chen Yang's tone was cold, and he got straight to the point: "I have something to say."

Lin Feng smiled and pointed to the big guy next to him: "This guy is called Tank. He's the best fighter under Mr. Ye. He heard about our fight last night and is very interested in you. He'd like to spar with you."

Chen Yang looked at the tank, his gaze pausing slightly.

This big guy was indeed massive, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, exuding brute force, and he looked like a tough opponent.

Tank stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, his tone crisp: "500 million."

Hey bro, if you beat me, I'll transfer you 500 million right away.

But if you lose, just transfer 200 million to me.

Chen Yang was overjoyed: This was practically 500 million delivered to his doorstep; he might as well take it.

Zhu Biyu, standing nearby, grew anxious and quickly grabbed Chen Yang's hand, her voice tense: "Brother Chen Yang, this guy is too strong, and they're clearly here to avenge last night's incident. Let's leave and stop sparring."

Chen Yang turned to Zhu Biyu, his tone softening, and asked, "Xiaoyu, have you ever been to a five-star hotel?"

Zhu Biyu gently shook her head, her eyes full of doubt, not understanding why he suddenly asked this. She whispered, "I've only seen it on TV, I've never been there."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "When I win some money later, I'll take you to experience it."

Zhu Biyu wanted to argue and try to persuade him again, but Chen Yang gently withdrew his hand, stepped forward, and said to Tank, "Then let's go, but we have to be fair. If you beat me, I'll give you 500 million. I won't take advantage of you."

Tank and Lin Feng exchanged a glance, their faces showing delight, clearly not expecting Chen Yang to be so agreeable.

The two men in suits behind him also looked excited, secretly anticipating the outcome of the match.

Zhu Biyu was still very worried, and quickly stepped forward to tug at Chen Yang's sleeve, wanting to persuade him again.

Chen Yang glanced back at her, his tone firm: "It's alright, don't worry, I can't possibly lose."

Tank nodded confidently, "Then let's do it here; there's open space nearby."

Chen Yang nodded lightly, turned around and walked to the open space by the roadside, where he stood still.

Tank quickly followed, immediately adopting a fighting stance, his eyes sharply fixed on Chen Yang, his tone laced with provocation: "You make the first move, or you might not get a chance."

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow: "Alright, then you'd better watch out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately channeled his inner energy, a faint aura emanating from his body, and then he quickly lunged towards the tank.

Zhu Biyu's heart jumped into her throat. She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, staring intently at the two of them, barely daring to breathe.

Lin Feng and the two men in suits behind him also widened their eyes and stared intently at the two, afraid of missing any detail.

Tank, however, was full of confidence, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on Chen Yang, showing no sign of panic, clearly very confident in his abilities.

However, just as Chen Yang reached halfway to the tank, his figure suddenly vanished into thin air, as if he had never been there at all.

Tank's expression changed drastically. He instinctively took two steps back, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

Zhu Biyu, Lin Feng, and the others were also stunned for a moment, their eyes wide with disbelief, and they unconsciously let out soft gasps.

Chen Yang, who was invisible, looked at the panicked tanks and sneered in his heart: Where do you think you're going?

Without stopping, he quickly rushed to the tank.

Tank keenly heard the sound of wind beside him, his heart tightened, and he immediately threw a punch, aiming hard at Chen Yang's face, who was still invisible.

Chen Yang crouched slightly, easily dodging the punch, and at the same time raised his foot, sweeping it fiercely towards Tank's feet with a clean and swift movement.

Caught off guard, Tank had no time to react. He felt a sharp pain in his legs and tripped, falling heavily to the ground with a thud.

The confidence on his face vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment.

Chen Yang slowly revealed himself, looking down at the tank sitting on the ground. He secretly rejoiced: Luckily, he had ducked in time to avoid it, otherwise, if he had taken a punch from him, he would have suffered a lot.