Having dominated the Hongyun Brigade for over a decade, today Lang Yifeng's chest was bursting with rage, as he had been humiliated by a youngster.
Pointing at Luo Yang, he said sinisterly, "If you can walk out of this door, I'll take your surname!"
Hearing such terrifying words, An Yuying quickly grabbed Luo Yang's hand, trying to drag him away.
Luo Yang turned around to comfort her and asked her to stand aside. She refused, so he gently kissed her on her plump forehead, and then she complied.
The local ruffians, seeing one of the top village beauties favoring Luo Yang, were all envious.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you," Luo Yang said with a cold laugh.
Such words were usually what Lang Yifeng said to others, but now someone was saying them to him. Lang Yifeng furiously attacked him.
The previous night, Luo Yang had learned a fist technique from the "Shennong Scripture" in a stone cave with landscape paintings. At the time, he had not grasped its subtleties, but it became clear as he fought Lang Yifeng.
The essence of that fist technique lay in its defensive maneuvers, which stuck to the opponent's moves like a shadow, conserving energy while seeking opportunities to strike the enemy. Unless the opponent never exposed a flaw, winning was only a matter of time.
The stronger the force of the opponent's attacks, the more gracefully Luo Yang moved.
Lang Yifeng desperately fought, using all his skills in punching and kicking, but it was like fighting cotton fluff; he couldn't even touch Luo Yang's clothing. Each time he thought his punch would hit Luo Yang, Luo Yang would gently drift to one side, as if moved by the punch's breeze.
It was like this every time.
Luo Yang felt it was quite fitting to call that fist technique "Shadow Fist." He didn't need to strike; he could just cling to his opponent like a shadow, watching with a cold eye and striking back as soon as a flaw appeared.
The other ruffians saw Lang Yifeng shouting and screaming, yet not landing a single punch on Luo Yang, and they faintly sensed that Lang Yifeng was going to lose.
Just as they expected, Lang Yifeng unleashed a whip kick, which Luo Yang dodged, already having floated to his right side. Luo Yang's left fist struck lightning-fast at his waist, making a thumping sound as Lang Yifeng screamed in pain.
Immediately after, Luo Yang spun 360 degrees clockwise, slamming his right elbow heavily into the back of Lang Yifeng's head, throwing him off balance.
That wasn't all; Luo Yang's right foot swept backward, striking Lang Yifeng's left shoulder.
With his head having taken a blow and his senses not yet recovered, Lang Yifeng, like a kite with a broken string, slanted to the ground, unable to get up.
The gathered ruffians opened their mouths wide, their eyes full of shock.
In over a decade at the Hongyun Brigade, not to mention defeating Lang Yifeng, there hadn't even been anyone daring to challenge him. Now, seeing a youngster defeat the once invincible Lang Yifeng, everyone was astonished.
An Yuying had already witnessed Luo Yang's remarkable skills, but had never imagined he was this formidable. Amidst her surprise, her tension greatly eased.
Lang Yifeng was dazed, his head still spinning as he lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes lost, his face full of confusion. He probably hadn't expected to be defeated so thoroughly.
Having used all he had learned in his life and not even having touched Luo Yang's clothing hem, he felt anger and, more than that, shame.
The living room was dead silent, except for Lang Yifeng's heavy breathing, which was clearly audible.
"I'll give you two days to think about it."
Luo Yang cast a disdainful glance at Lang Yifeng, then walked out the door with his arm around An Yuying's shoulders. An Yuying paused for a moment, then quickly accepted his manner, her lips curled into a smile, and she quickly reached out to hold onto his waist.
After they got on the motorcycle, she hugged him tightly and gently rubbed her cheek against his neck. Luo Yang felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, full of energy, yet he didn't know how to release it.
He then reached back and embraced her delicate body.
If it weren't for being at Lang Yifeng's doorstep, Luo Yang wished he could have stayed in this position forever.
After taking An Yuying home and performing acupuncture for her mother, it was almost time for the afternoon classes. Luo Yang said goodbye to An Yuying, went back home, collected several bottles of beauty stream water from the Shennong Scripture landscape painting, and then headed to school.
Just as he arrived at the school's front gate, he saw a large group of female teachers waiting there. Luo Yang distributed a bottle to each of them; they were ecstatic. Many female teachers said they wanted to tutor Luo Yang that evening, which scared him so much that he quickly ran back to the classroom.
In Dongfeng Middle School, no student had ever been so beloved by the teachers, especially by all the female teachers, making this an unprecedented and unheard-of phenomenon.
Back in the classroom, he was still trembling. There were so many female teachers that even if Luo Yang used all 24 hours of the day for studying, it wouldn't be enough time to give each one an hour.
In the morning, Hong Jiaxin had asked Luo Yang for some beauty stream water and didn't get it; in the afternoon, she was a bit silent, not as lively as usual.
Just as the preparatory bell rang and before the teacher arrived, Luo Yang gently tapped Hong Jiaxin's soft back with his finger. She was annoyed at first and refused to respond, but after he tapped a few more times, she finally pouted her red lips and glanced at him.
"I prepared 5 bottles for you,"
Luo Yang shook the small bottle filled with beauty stream water and handed it over.
In an instant, Hong Jiaxin's pretty face became lively, the gloom swept away, her dark pupils brightened, and her lips curved into a wide smile.
Zeng Xiaomei also wanted some beauty stream water but wasn't close enough to Luo Yang to ask. Luo Yang noticed and handed her a bottle too. She had never expected he would give her one and was so excited that her hands trembled.
"Shui Niu specifically instructed me to give one to you," Luo Yang said.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiaomei immediately gazed at Xiao Daniu with affectionate eyes, which scared Xiao Daniu into shivering.
"Damn, Concubine Yang, don't trust Niu Zai. I didn't ask him to give you any. Haha, I know now, Niu Zai is interested in you. So... haha."
With these words, laughter quietly erupted around them.
"Scoundrel."
Zeng Xiaomei gave Xiao Daniu a cold look and then turned away, thumping her chair heavily, creating a creaking noise. If she thumped it a few more times, the chair might have fallen apart.
The other girls in the class also wanted beauty stream water, but because they were not close enough to Luo Yang, they didn't dare to ask.
Suddenly, Luo Yang stood up and asked, "Any other girls want skincare products? If so, please raise your hand. I'll prepare them tonight and bring them tomorrow. This time it's free."
The girls suddenly cheered, all raising their hands and exclaiming "Yes!"
In just a moment, Luo Yang became the most popular boy in the class. After the first class, all the girls surrounded him, first asking for various contact details, and then inquiring about how to use the skincare products.
Even though they hadn't yet received the beauty stream water.
Glancing around at the well-developed delicate bodies of the girls and listening to their crisp voices, it felt like being in a dream. If not for remembering he had X-Ray Ability, Luo Yang would have suspected that the girls had intentionally stripped to talk to him.