The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"It's you?" Lian Sheng looked at the young man before him, not expecting that this person would actually come to his door. This person was none other than our protagonist, Zhang Yuze. At this moment, he was leisurely standing there, smoking a cigarette, acting as if he was waiting for them. "Zhang Yuze, you actually dare to walk right into our trap. Do you not want to live?" Ling Wei looked at the nonchalant Zhang Yuze and became extremely angry. Clearly, Ling Wei had a strong dislike for Zhang Yuze. Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes, glanced at Ling Wei, and said with a faint smile, "Weren't you looking for me? Now that I've come myself, are you still not satisfied?" "Very well, you are very tough. Let me see what you're really made of." As he spoke, Lian Sheng suddenly took a step forward and charged towards Zhang Yuze, his speed so fast that he arrived in front of Zhang Yuze in the blink of an eye. Seeing this, Zhang Yuze remained motionless, a strange smile appearing on his face, but the aura around him changed. An unparalleled aura emanated from him, spreading in all directions. It was an invisible battle intent. Lian Sheng's speed was extremely fast, and wherever he went, the air stirred up turbulent currents. Zhang Yuze's eyes narrowed, and the clothes around his body suddenly billowed. A powerful airflow began to swirl around him. Zhang Yuze stared at Lian Sheng's approaching figure, his body shook, and he mobilized ten levels of true energy. He stretched out his hand and struck towards the direction Lian Sheng was charging from. Without any fancy moves, the two men's powers collided in mid-air. With a "Boom!" a muffled sound echoed from where the two were standing. "Creak! Creak! Creak!" The sound came from under Zhang Yuze's feet. The bricks under Zhang Yuze's feet cracked outwards from the two men's position. Lian Sheng's face flushed slightly, a glint flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, his whole body flashed into the air. "Swish! Swish! Swish!" He kicked down at Zhang Yuze's body several times. Within the battle circle of the two men, a fierce wind surged, and terrifying gusts of air blew outwards. If one did not have a certain level of skill, they would not be able to stand firmly at the edge of the battle circle. Zhang Yuze coldly "Hmph!"ed, stretched out his hand, and a silver-white aura condensed in Zhang Yuze's hand. Then, his hand quickly drew a circle in the air and slapped towards Lian Sheng's body. Lian Sheng's body was in mid-air, about to pounce towards Zhang Yuze, when suddenly, he felt an extremely powerful pressure. His face changed, and he felt Zhang Yuze's power locking down all the space around him, leaving him nowhere to dodge. Helpless, Lian Sheng narrowed his eyes, concentrated all the power in his body, and punched towards Zhang Yuze. "Heavenly Saint Fist!" The violent air currents from both sides collided fiercely. Zhang Yuze laughed loudly and, looking at Lian Sheng, who was advancing instead of retreating in mid-air, shouted, "Well done!" As he spoke, the power in Zhang Yuze's hand increased by two levels. With a "Boom!" Zhang Yuze's power penetrated Lian Sheng's defense and struck his chest. (End of Chapter)