Universal System: Return of the Prodigal

Chapter 101 Wujiu Superman
Chapter 109 Wujiu Superman
Zhang He looked at his palm in disbelief, his eyes were full of burning light.

"How about it, can I?"

After a slap, Zhang He looked confidently at the middle-aged man who had been stunned.

"Roar!"

"Damn it, you actually slapped me in the face."

"I want you to die."

The middle-aged man finally recovered from his shock and disbelief.

Then he jumped into a rage in an instant.

While roaring, he punched Zhang He's face.

This punch he sent out with hatred.

Its power at the middle stage of the Mysterious Rank rushed towards the face like a tsunami.

Facing a Xuan-level master, Zhang He could not resist him no matter what.

The slap just now succeeded, it was because of the other party's complete negligence.

Once serious, Zhang He really only has to be beaten.

The fierce fist wind hit Zhang He's face like a blade.

Under its impact, the muscles on the face instantly became extremely twisted and twitched.

And Zhang He was instantly oppressed by his opponent's aura.

He could only watch blankly as his opponent's fist got closer and closer.

And just when it was extremely critical.

"call!"

A fist that was bigger and stronger than the opponent suddenly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, two fists collided brazenly.

"Oh!"

"what!"

The thunder exploded.

The middle-aged man in suit and leather shoes screamed and flew back backwards.

At the same time, a powerful energy storm swept away in all directions.

"Crash!"

In an instant, the chairs and benches in the conference room were overturned by the blast.

In the blink of an eye, the obstacles in a radius of about ten meters were cleared.

Such an astonishing fight scene immediately stunned the employees.

All of them stared at the person who just punched.

This person is none other than Yan Wujiu, Zhang Kang’s brother in life and death.

Originally, Zhang Kang also wanted to make a move.

But Yan Wujiu was a little faster than him.

At this time, Yan Wujiu was still standing behind Zhang He.

There was no change in the slightest expression on his face.

There was only a touch of contempt and disdain in those thick eyebrows and big eyes.

powerful!
Really too strong!
This is the voice echoing in everyone's head.

It matches Yan Wujiu's height of nearly 1.9 meters.

This is simply Superman in the movies.

"Uncle, back away."

"Old Kang and I are enough to handle them."

After a while, Yan Wujiu spoke with concern.

Zhang He recovered from his shock.

"Okay, thank you Wujiu."

Zhang He didn't hesitate any longer, he knew that his ability could never compete with the opponent.

With his son and Yan Wujiu, these people are nothing to worry about.

Zhang Kang gestured a thumbs up to Yan Wujiu.

Turn your attention to the stupid Du Fu and others.

At this time, the big butler's attention was still on the master who was sent back from the blow.

"Shi Dazhu, Master Shi, are you alright?"

When he slowed down, he hurriedly asked with concern.

"Cough cough!"

The middle-aged man named Shi Dazhu forcibly suppressed the boiling blood.

Coughing violently, he stood up with difficulty.

His face was pale and his breathing was disordered.

It was obvious that Yan Wujiu's punch caused great trauma to him.

Seeing this, the contempt on the faces of the other masters disappeared instantly.

The eyes have been covered with jealousy and suspicion.

Just kidding, Shi Dazhu is only the weakest among them.

But it is not enough to be easily punched by the opponent to cause internal injuries.

If they don't use 80.00% of their skills, they can't do it.

For this reason, they couldn't help wondering what kind of cultivation this big man was.

The ancient warriors who made a living on the rivers and lakes valued their lives more than anything else.

For a little reward, it is absolutely unwise to make enemies with powerful enemies.

"I'm fine, Brother Zhang, that kid has some skills, but he's definitely not your match."

After hearing what he said, the middle-aged man who was called Brother Zhang couldn't help but feel relieved in an instant.

"Boy, I have to say that you just startled me."

"But you are definitely not my opponent."

"Kneel down for us now, maybe I will spare you."

Yan Wujiu, Zhang Kang and the others immediately laughed.

This man is really confident.

Yan Wujiu smiled disdainfully: "You have nothing to do, you will brag about yourself."

"I will also give you a chance, kneel down now, or your journey of ancient martial arts will come to an end."

Shi Dazhu used his exercises to adjust his breath, and finally suppressed the fishy blood.

"Big man, Hugh is crazy."

"Brother Zhang, hurry up and let him see what a master is."

The person called Brother Zhang is called Zhang Xiaofeng.

Its cultivation has reached the Xuan level Dzogchen.

He is the ancient warrior with the highest cultivation base and strongest combat power among these few people.

He is also one of Du Jiang's most trusted people.

Zhang Xiaofeng stared at Yan Wujiu coldly, his eyes flickering with killing intent.

Not only did this kid not restrain himself, but he humiliated himself wantonly.

He is a master of the profound level Dzogchen.

When have you been despised and insulted?

It would be strange not to have a murderous intention in an instant.

"Okay, since you don't listen, let's send you on your way."

"Boy, take it!"

While drinking heavily, he ran his skills rapidly.

In the next moment, his body was surrounded by a whirlpool of gas.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, a terrifying palm figure appeared out of thin air.

"call!"

Gathering his momentum and waiting, he slapped out without hesitation.

When the palm came out, the terrifying palm shadow hit Yan Wujiu like an iceberg.

Wherever it passes, you can see the air being distorted with the naked eye.

Faintly turned into space black holes.

In an instant, the employees in the conference room felt like they were in hell.

My heart was controlled by a terrifying energy, as if my soul was about to be pulled out.

Desperation, coldness, and suffocation pervaded infinitely in my heart.

Zhang He, Yuan Li, Ming Yue, Yang Yun, Chang Yue, etc. are not much better.

They stared at Yan Wujiu with horror.

Pray silently for it.

Only Zhang Kang stared at this palm with his usual expression.

There is no timidity or worry in the eyes.

Although this palm is mighty, it can't do anything to Lao Jiu.

The current Lao Jiu has been transformed by him again.

Its strength is the same as that of the Xuan stage stage.

Yan Wujiu was born in a special soldier.

It has a wealth of killing skills.

He has actually killed people, so Yan Wujiu has an absolute advantage in terms of combat power.

"Ha ha!"

"Good time, give me a punch!"

Seeing its ferocious approach, Yan Wujiu's blood boiled immediately.

He is not afraid of a strong opponent, but he is afraid that there will be no fight.

Under his excitement, he punched brazenly.

With the punch out, a fist shadow the size of a basketball appeared out of thin air.

"call!"

Fist Shadow rushed away at high speed, with a sharp roar.

When this mighty punch appeared, Shi Dazhu and several other ancient warriors all had eyelids twitching wildly.

Because they felt an extremely powerful and dangerous atmosphere from it.

"boom!"

Before they recovered from the shock.

With a punch and a palm, they collided brazenly.

Thunder exploded.

"Hoohoo!"

The energy storm swept wildly.

"Crash!"

The seats and benches were thrown flying again.

"Ahhh!"

Some employees were even injured by it.

There were endless screams and screams.

"what!"

But these are not as loud and frightening as a person's screams.

I saw Zhang Xiaofeng who punched Yan Wujiu against each other and flew up like a kite with a broken string.

Then hit the ceiling.

Then it landed firmly on the floor.

"boom!"

The floor shook violently from its crash.

It seems that it can't stand it, and it may collapse at any time.

"puff!"

When he landed, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The blood instantly stained the white floor red.

The smell of blood permeated in an instant.

"Ouch!"

Immediately afterwards, many girls retched.

No need to vomit, because the smell of blood is too pungent and uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)