When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 16 : The Enraged Zhang Biaoyang

16: The Enraged Zhang Biaoyang

“You fucking dare to hit my girlfriend!”

The impact of this tall boy charging forward was far beyond what the girls could muster. The surrounding people were all stunned. With a burst of speed, Zhang Biaoyang was in front of Yuyin. His powerful legs adjusted his stance as he swung his thick arm, that palm as large as a cattail leaf fan, slapping toward Yuyin's face!

So fast!

A girl would never be able to dodge this full-force, bear-paw-like slap. Most would have been frozen in terror seeing such a large figure charging.

Yuyin wasn't without fear, but the strange and bizarre experiences of these days had strengthened her mental fortitude.

She took a swift step back, dodging the slap. Though she had never been in a real fight, her body's muscle memory from years of tennis practice made her footwork incredibly fast and coordinated.

Seeing Yuyin dodge the slap, Zhang Biaoyang became even more brutal. What started as a slap meant for a girl became a direct punch with his left hand aimed at Yuyin's face.

The boys who usually followed Zhang Biaoyang were stunned. This was the Student Council President, the school belle, Xia Yuyin! He was actually using his fists? A sense of unease stirred in their hearts.

But Chen Yan revealed a cold smile. She deserved it. It would be best if her face was ruined!

However, Zhang Biaoyang's left straight punch, aimed at Yuyin's face, was sidestepped with a dodge of her upper body.

If this punch had landed, forget a girl, even an average guy would have been knocked to the ground, unable to get up, likely with a concussion.

Zhang Biaoyang was not only strong and sturdy, but his years of playing soccer also made him very agile. And with years of cultivating Primordial Energy, his strength far surpassed that of an average high school student.

“Dodge? I'll make you dodge!”

After dodging twice in a row, Zhang Biaoyang grew even more furious. Just as his left fist retracted, his right followed with a heavy punch aimed at Yuyin.

Danger!

Yuyin's eyes turned cold. Zhang Biaoyang was truly trying to seriously injure her.

Yuyin hadn't learned any other fighting styles; the only thing she knew was the Ancient Temple Leg Technique she had cultivated these past few days. She took a quick, small hop backward. Zhang Biaoyang's heavy punch whipped past her eyes. Seizing the moment as he lost his balance and lunged forward, Yuyin lifted her leg. The power-generation method of the Ancient Temple Leg Technique condensed in her long, beautiful legs sheathed in black silk.

The bent, raised leg instantly straightened into a kick.

Thud!

Zhang Biaoyang's eyes widened. Yuyin's black-silk-clad leg and white shoe sank a few inches into his slightly pudgy stomach. His huge, heavy body flew backward as if he had been tackled by a professional player on the soccer field.

Thump.

The tall and sturdy Zhang Biaoyang fell to the ground. Relying on the instincts from years of soccer, he tumbled seven or eight times on the ground to cushion the impact before finally stopping.

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Never mind Zhang Biaoyang; every other boy and girl present was dumbfounded.

Did that really just happen? They could hardly believe their eyes.

The school belle and Student Council President, the graceful and slender lady, Xia Yuyin, had kicked the "Pujiang Demon" Zhang Biaoyang flying? And made him tumble on the ground…?

A few boys had faces pressed so hard against the chain-link fence that it left marks.

Chen Yan's expression was frozen.

What immense strength? Yuyin, too, was surprised. She had felt threatened and, in her urgency, had kicked with all her might. She hadn't expected to send the over-180-jin Zhang Biaoyang flying several meters.

But Zhang Biaoyang, after all, was physically strong and accustomed to taking hits. His Primordial Energy value was even higher than Yuyin's, around 80. However, no matter how good his family's conditions were, he didn't have a leg technique like the one Yuyin had learned from the Precept-Breaking Green Monk.

Zhang Biaoyang got up, completely irrational. His face was completely red, his bloodshot eyes staring at Yuyin wildly. He had completely forgotten that he was fighting with the school belle, the Student Council President.

He had gone berserk.

Zhang Biaoyang didn't charge at Yuyin again. Instead, he ran to the edge of the court and bear-hugged a long, steel-reinforced plastic bench.

“I'll fuck your mother!”

With a burst of savage strength, he actually ripped the two-meter-long bench, bolted to the ground, from its foundations. Holding the bench, he charged at Yuyin.

In that moment, the boys and girls were terrified. Someone was going to be killed! But it was too late to stop him.

Zhang Biaoyang charged toward Yuyin, his footsteps thudding, "deng, deng, deng," cornering her. Using his momentum, he swung the bench and roared at Yuyin, “If I don’t break your legs today, I'm not a Zhang!”

The dozens-of-kilograms-heavy bench swung down toward Yuyin's long legs, carrying a gale of wind. If it hit, it would surely break her bones!

Yuyin's legs bent slightly.

Whoosh.

She leaped up lightly, like a white egret. The bench, swung with all of Zhang Biaoyang's might, carved a fan-shaped arc beneath her feet.

Yuyin hung in the air, and in her mind, the image of the golden female warrior soaring into the sky appeared…

Ancient Temple Leg Technique.

Yuyin raised her long, black-silk-clad leg high. Her agile figure seemed to merge with that of the golden female warrior. She brought her long leg down heavily from above toward Zhang Biaoyang's head.

Bang!

It was as if a shockwave blasted outwards. Zhang Biaoyang's strong body curled up from the kick and he collapsed to the ground, seeming to shrink by several inches.

Yuyin's hangtime was long, almost ethereal.

She landed slowly, still light as a feather.

Her beautiful feet, clad in small white shoes, seemed untainted by dust.

Snap. The strap on one of Yuyin's shoes broke, a wisp of a lingering scent in the air.

And Zhang Biaoyang… he was lying there, white foam trickling from the corner of his mouth, unconscious.

In that moment, the surrounding students were all frozen in shock.

And Chen Yan was as if she had collapsed, her mouth agape, her eyes vacant…

“Ding~ You have successfully stunned the group of bullying girls. Gained 5 Soul Charm Points,

You have successfully stunned the group of male followers. Gained 5 Soul Charm Points,

You have successfully intimidated Chen Yan. Gained 3 Soul Charm Points,

You have successfully neutralized Zhang Biaoyang's threat. Gained 8 Soul Charm Points.”