But what shocked them the most was still Zhang Yang, who had already been through three fierce battles and had yet to take a single rest.
In the parking lot, Zhang Yang had already killed many people, including the Qingyi Sect’s Four Great Elders.
Then, in the control room, he faced off against the Qingyi Sect’s prodigy, Ji Wushuang.
He directly crippled Ji Wushuang, and just now, he faced more than a hundred people alone.
It was incredibly shocking, incredibly strong.
Despite having many wounds, he seemed like nothing was wrong, and most importantly, Zhang Yang’s stamina seemed inexhaustible, as if it would never run out.
He still gained the upper hand, forcing the Great Elder to retreat step by step.
Pan Laifu fought harder and harder with fear in his heart, "Monster, the person in front of me is definitely a monster."
"Damn Qingyi Sect, how could they provoke such a monster? Yu Changchun, you bastard, it was bad enough that you got crippled, and now you’ve even drawn this monster here."
Pan Laifu also knew he had no way out, so he started to attack Zhang Yang with desperate ferocity.
Zhang Yang was somewhat surprised; it must be said, the man in front of him was indeed very strong. If he hadn’t made a breakthrough to the Fifth Transformation, and had fought this man then, he would most likely have been defeated.
But now, the corners of Zhang Yang’s mouth lifted slightly in a smile.
Seeing that hint of a smile on the corner of Zhang Yang’s mouth, Pan Laifu felt a surge of fear.
"Don’t get too cocky, kid," Pan Laifu roared and threw a punch with all his might.
Zhang Yang, upon seeing this, also decided to take on the punch head-on.
Their fists met directly, and the scene suddenly froze.
The severely injured people on both sides watched this moment with bated breath.
The Qingyi Sect hoped their Great Elder could win.
The people of Jin Tuantuan prayed in their hearts that Zhang Yang could turn the tide, otherwise, they would all die here today.
Today was a life-and-death situation for all of them, and their fate was in Zhang Yang’s hands.
At that moment, Pan Laifu suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
And Zhang Yang fell straight to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the Qingyi Sect’s people cheered as this was a clear sign that their Great Elder had gained the upper hand.
"We won, the Great Elder won!"
On Jin Tuantuan’s side, their faces turned ashen. They lost, and this legendary young man had indeed been defeated.
Nevertheless, they still admired him greatly; even in defeat, it was a dignified defeat.
After all, who in the Martial World could achieve such battle accomplishments, especially one so young.
Given a few years, Zhang Yang would definitely become so powerful that everyone would be afraid of him.
But there are no ifs in life; this is probably just fate.
Pan Laifu’s complexion was also somewhat pale, then he looked at his hand which had completely lost sensation, not even feeling the pain. He knew, however, that this arm was completely useless now.
Pan Laifu’s face did not show joy, only relief.
At the cost of an arm to take down this terrifying young man, it was worth it.
The victory belonged to Qingyi Sect, but given another chance, he would never be an enemy of Zhang Yang again.
However, just when everyone thought that everything was over, they suddenly heard a strange laugh.
"Oh man, really frigging tired, my arm is all numb."
Hearing this voice, the cheering of Qingyi Sect stopped abruptly.
Then everyone watched in extreme horror as Zhang Yang stood up again.
Pan Laifu’s face turned pale as he said, "Impossible, this is impossible."
People from Jin Tuantuan’s side were also stunned and then erupted into loud cheers, some even excitedly stood up, completely forgetting about their own serious injuries.
A miracle, they were truly witnessing a miracle.
There was still a chance, especially seeing Zhang Yang’s condition, as if that punch just now did nothing to him.
Zhang Yang shook his somewhat numb arm.
"It really is numb," Zhang Yang remarked.
Then he said to Pan Laifu, "You really are quite strong."
Zhang Yang said this very seriously, but in Pan Laifu’s ears, it only made his heart sink even further, his face looking extremely sullen.
Especially seeing Zhang Yang merely shake his numb arm and then recover as normal.
Meanwhile, his own arm was ruined, and just moments ago he had been struck by Zhang Yang to the point of vomiting blood.
"How is this possible? How can you be so strong? Who exactly are you? Why have I never heard of you before, and who is your master?"
Pan Laifu asked in horror.
Zhang Yang smiled, "You’re not the first to ask about my master. My master is my grandfather, just an old man from the village. You wouldn’t know him even if I told you."
"This is impossible, for someone to teach you to this level couldn’t possibly be a nobody."
Zhang Yang waved his hand and then said to Pan Laifu, "Alright, enough talk, let’s finish this. After I beat you, I still need to find your Sect Leader."
Pan Laifu’s gaze darkened, and he felt a sudden urge to flee.
He didn’t know if Zhang Yang was bluffing, but in Pan Laifu’s heart, it was impossible for Zhang Yang to be unaffected by his full-strength strike.
"Kid, stop pretending. If you were alright, you wouldn’t have fallen down just now."
"Oh, you mean just now? Indeed, I was tired, took a rest while lying down, and made you laugh," Zhang Yang honestly replied.
While lying down, he also allowed the energy of the Nine Revolutions to heal the wounds on his body.
Although the effect wasn’t very noticeable, at least it was good to stop the bleeding first.
The reason he fell just now was partly due to a bit too much blood loss, which made him dizzy, and also because Pan Laifu’s punch really was not weak.
But now, Zhang Yang felt that he was still alright.
At least, taking down Pan Laifu shouldn’t be a problem.
At that moment, Zhang Yang also noticed Pan Laifu’s drooping arm and suddenly realized.
"So you’re injured, huh? Heh, seems like I can take it easy now."
Following that, Zhang Yang didn’t give Pan Laifu a chance to escape and took the initiative to rush towards him.
Pan Laifu’s complexion changed drastically, but he could only harden his gaze and fight desperately against Zhang Yang. He had to fight for his life; otherwise, he would truly be defeated.
Unfortunately, Pan Laifu had underestimated the situation. With an arm disabled, he was completely overpowered and beaten down by Zhang Yang.
This scene also sent chills down the spines of the Qingyi Sect’s members.
If this continued, their Great Elder would truly be defeated.
Regrettably, miracles aren’t that easy to come by, and suddenly Pan Laifu shouted, "No, young man, we can sit down and talk properly."
However, Zhang Yang turned a deaf ear to these words and landed a heavy punch squarely on Pan Laifu’s chest.
Pan Laifu’s eyes bulged as he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.