Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

With the baldy in the lead, the dozen people entered the empty space inside the railings as fast as they could. They lined up in formation, all of them straightening their chests and looking at Zhang Yang with eyes full of worship.    

They were not soldiers, nor could they be considered a gang of gangsters. However, as men, they had the dream of becoming martial artists!    

The voice was faint, but it sounded solemn and murderous!    

"In the past, you were all delinquent hoodlums, the cancer of society, and the scum of people, but all of this is not important. What's important is that from the moment you follow me, everything will change accordingly."    

"The reason why I'm training you guys this time is because I have already treated you as brothers. If you are brothers, then you must be loyal. Therefore, I will make you into true elites, true experts!"    

"But before that, I want to ask if there is anyone who has left. If there is anyone who has withdrawn, then take three steps forward!"    

After saying that, Zhang Yang coldly swept his eyes over everyone present. Seeing that no one stepped out, his expression slightly relaxed as he said this.    

"Very good, since no one has chosen to leave, then it would be to stay. Before the training begins, I have a sentence for all of you:" Good, since no one has chosen to leave, it would be to stay. Some people died because of this. "    

At this point, Zhang Yang's sharp eyes swept across everyone present and he raised his voice, "Once you choose to stay, I need absolute obedience. Last time, does anyone want to quit?"    

The entire yard was silent.    

"Answer me!"    

"No!"    

"Answer me loudly!"    

"No!" "No!"    

The sound was uniform and clear.    

"Very good. As expected of my brother. But, I can tell you all that one day, all of you will feel lucky and proud because of this."    

At this moment, Zhang Yang looked like a completely different person. He looked cold and merciless. If he gave people a feeling of indifference before, then he would be a general at this moment, an utterly majestic general.    

At least, this was what the baldy felt.    

"Now, all push-ups." Then, without saying anything else, Zhang Yang chose a small piece of air outside the railings and started to write on the ground using the iron awl.    

Seeing this scene, the baldy group looked at each other.    

They weren't unfamiliar with push-ups, and it wasn't difficult for them. However, their confusion was accompanied by some disappointment.    

Was Elder Brother Yang going to use push-ups to train them?    

However, no one dared to disobey Zhang Yang's order and began to collectively prostrate themselves.    

About ten minutes later, Zhang Yang slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd that was shouting.    

They were not soldiers for a short period of time. As time passed, the difference in their physiques was obvious. Only a few of them were struggling to survive while the rest were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.    

Zhang Yang was a human, not a god. Naturally, he wouldn't be able to turn him into a fighting master in such a short time.    

His thought process was very simple. He wanted to think of a way to bring out the potential within their bodies in a short period of time in order to increase their strength.    

Therefore, he thought of five ways to revive him.    

However, he did not intend to impart them with the Five Revitalization Skill. He did not want to be stingy. Instead, with the baldy's current physique, it was impossible for them to undergo such difficult training.    

Therefore, he planned to take apart the Five Revitalizations and then take its essence from its dregs, bringing it together to 810 actions.    

This was a bold attempt by Zhang Yang. The reason why he disassembled the original 360 into 810 was through careful deliberation.    

After all, each person's physique was different, and each person's willpower was different as well. They had to enhance it in all aspects to stimulate their body's potential.    

He didn't dare to say that the 810 actions he had created were stronger than the five rejuvenations, but he was confident that they could fit all kinds of groups. Even Zhang Yang had the urge to give it a try.    

He divided the 810 movements easily into 9 groups of 90 movements each. Finally, Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and gave a name to this set of movements.    

Extreme Body-forging Arts!    

After the confirmation, an hour had passed.    

The people inside the railings were no longer human. They were all sweating, and their bodies were drenched in sweat. Even though they were wet underneath, Zhang Yang did not open his mouth to tell them to stop, so none of them dared to stop on their own.    

"Alright, stop."    

Hearing that, everyone let out a long sigh of relief, as they laid on the ground like dogs that couldn't stand up. However, when Zhang Yang's not-so-sharp gaze swept across them, they finally stood up crookedly.    

Everyone's gaze turned to him.    

Zhang Yang did not say a word, nor did he give any orders. He walked to the lines he drew on the ground and stood still. He used his own blood as a mark and temporarily formed a simple tattoo technique called Small Handling Technique.    

"I only did it three times." After saying that, Zhang Yang began to make weird movements as he sat down.    

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. However, they were all staring intently at his movements, afraid that they would miss a single detail.    

Speaking of which, it was also strange that when they gathered the Spiritual Power, they were actually able to clearly see the minute details of each movement, and they would even be able to remember it deeply.    

However, no one could tell Zhang Yang's movements. These movements were not like gymnastics, nor were they fighting moves. Instead, they had a soft taste, like they were both more like taiji but also different.    

They did not realize the difference, nor did they know that it was a projection of their Spiritual Power formed by Zhang Yang using his small moving technique.    

Thirty minutes later, the 810 movements were completed. Zhang Yang did not stop. He kept repeating the same action three more times before stopping.    

"This set of movements is called the Extreme Body-forging Arts, passed down to me by my master. I hope all of you do not disappoint me, but before midnight tonight, I want to see everyone who is capable of mastering this move, and if they are unable to complete it, then get the hell out of here!"    

With that, he moved a chair over and sat down. He began to visualize the star map to recover the Star Power.    

Naturally, the baldy team was aware of this fact and didn't need any urging. The next task they had to do was to complete the task of familiarizing themselves with the movements.    

To put it simply, although these 810 moves were a bit ugly, it wasn't too difficult for these bunch of barbarians. The first three sets of moves were quickly completed and practiced.    

However, starting from the fourth movement, the difficulty gradually increased.    

How should he put it? The movements inside had to be done very precisely and in a very continuous manner. Sometimes, two or several movements seemed to be almost identical, but there were subtle differences.    

Of course, he had to admit that the baldy and his men were ready to throw caution to the wind. None of them backed down, as they had no chance in the past, but now that such a great opportunity had presented itself in front of them, none of them would give up so easily.    

Time passed by just like this. In the blink of an eye, five hours had passed and it was already 3 in the afternoon. Many people's stomachs were already growling non-stop.    

It was a good thing that they had built a roof over the courtyard in advance. Otherwise, they would have been burnt to death in this kind of sultry weather.    

Seeing Zhang Yang, who was dozing with his eyes closed, there was no intention to call for him to stop. Everyone even suspected that Zhang Yang was asleep. They looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and insisted.    

At five in the afternoon, there were eight people who had already mastered the eighth set of movements and five who had reached the seventh set. The remaining three fellows were pacing back and forth in the sixth group, sweating in fear of being eliminated.    

At eight o'clock in the evening, the twelve of them practiced until they reached the eighth group. The four of them were all wandering around the seventh group.    

At ten o'clock at night, the five of them had already started practicing the ninth set of movements. The remaining people were all moving up and down in the eighth set.    

Seeing that this maneuver was about to be completed, not only did the crowd not feel relieved, they also did not feel any great strength. The change in ironhand steel legs only made them feel pain on their backs and cramps on their legs.    

Moreover, this set of movements became more difficult the further they went. It was not excessive to describe them as perverts. There was only an hour left, yet there was still no one who could completely complete the nine sets of movements.    

However, what they didn't know was that the following time was the nightmare for all of them. Later on, when they saw Zhang Yang reveal a certain expression, they couldn't help but tremble from head to toe.    

Twelve in the morning. Finally, the 810 movements of the Extreme Body-forging Arts were completed.    

After more than ten hours of non-stop training, they did not eat anything. The bald man and the others only felt dizzy and unsteady as they stood, while their waists and backs ached and their legs cramped up.    

They were extremely suspicious of how they had endured for the past ten or so hours.    

Thus, everyone looked at Zhang Yang, who was eating and drinking at the very front. The sound of him gulping down saliva could be heard and his stomach rumbled together.    

After drinking a mouthful of the drink, Zhang Yang revealed a comfortable expression. As he looked at the pairs of green eyes on the railing, a weird smile suddenly appeared on his face.    

"Let's start the meal now."    

Everyone howled as they charged forward with green light in their eyes … The refrigerator!    

Now they knew why they wanted to buy a large freezer and why they wanted to store so many boxes of food and chicken and beef and mutton.    

"Each of you, order a box of food. No one is allowed to eat too much!"    

When he said this, the baldy group nearly kneeled down. When they saw Zhang Yang take out a chicken drumstick from within with a smile on his face, everyone seemed to understand.    

The lunch box was prepared for them. As for the chicken, beef and mutton … All kinds of fragrant meat had nothing to do with them.    

"Not eating?"    

Zhang Yang looked at the stunned crowd, "If you don't eat, then you won't be hungry. Next up …"    

Before he could finish his words, the story of the hungry wolves had already played out in front of him.    

One minute later...    

Everyone was driven into the railings again. Zhang Yang announced that they would make Extreme Body-forging Arts three times, he walked around the crowd and checked, and when he saw that what he did was not standard, he would personally point it out.    

After another two hours, it was already 2 in the morning. When Zhang Yang confirmed that everyone could master all the movements of the extreme segment, he ordered everyone to start heating the wooden bucket with water.    

Then, he personally made the ingredients and put them into the bath, ordering everyone to take a bath.    

One by one, they stripped off their clothes and jumped into the wooden bucket, howling. They felt extremely comfortable. After a day of hard work, in less than three minutes, they had all fallen asleep.    

When they regrouped, two hours had passed and it was already four-thirty in the morning.    

The dozen men were all amazed because they felt full of energy and didn't feel tired at all. They looked at Zhang Yang with even more respect.    

However, the bald man soon noticed that Zhang Yang's face often revealed a smile that was full of meaning. Zhang Yang's expression was a bit creepy and scary, causing his scalp to go slightly numb.    

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Zhang Yang slowly reached out and took the whip from the table.    

After that, he dragged his whip into the empty space within the railing and paced back and forth. He seemed to be thinking about something, but the expression on his face kept changing.    

That strange expression suddenly gave everyone a bad feeling.    

Sure enough, a moment later, Zhang Yang mercilessly told everyone that mastering the 810 movements of the extreme body was just a warm-up exercise.    

What they needed to do next was to use the rhythm of their breathing to complete the nine sets of 810 movements.