Glamorous Doctor
Chapter 565

Chapter 565: Chapter 565

It could be said that Zhang Yang had now directly thrown down the gauntlet to Chang Chun.

Watching Zhang Yang’s confident face, Yu Changchun’s heart sank even further, but if he were to refuse again, it would truly be indefensible.

"Fine, if you’re courting death, then don’t blame me for not being courteous."

Hearing that Yu Changchun had truly accepted the challenge, Yu Lei and Chen Lulu both felt a surge of excitement, and Chen Zhihai was also filled with anticipation.

He had actually feared that Zhang Yang was so powerful that even Yu Changchun would have to avoid battle, which would have been truly terrifying.

Besides, he was also afraid that Zhang Yang had really accepted Yu Changchun’s invitation—fortunately, Zhang Yang had not.

Otherwise, the Chen Family’s situation would have been extremely awkward.

However, it seemed that the Chen Family’s troubles were still not resolved at this stage.

He had come today to really figure out a way to get Zhang Yang to agree not to pursue the matter with the Chen Family anymore.

Many of the Chen Family’s influential people were implicated, especially some leaders related to the Chen Family, who were involved and taken away for investigation.

If not handled well, the Chen Family might very well become the target of many people’s revenge.

Initially, he had only wanted to intimidate Zhang Yang through Yu Lei and the Qingyi Sect, but unexpectedly, it backfired.

With things having reached this point, and seeing Zhang Yang’s demeanor, he’d rather battle Yu Changchun and make an enemy of the Qingyi Sect than reconcile with the Chen Family.

So, now the Chen Family had only one path left, which was for Yu Changchun to utterly defeat Zhang Yang; otherwise, he himself would have to grovel to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang didn’t want to bring trouble to Jiang Meiren, so he directly arranged the duel with Yu Changchun on a vacant piece of land outside the Jiang Family’s residence.

Jiang Meiren and Lin Yueru also followed along; the outcome of this battle was crucial for Zhang Yang’s future circumstances. If he won, Zhang Yang would truly have a say in his own destiny.

But if he lost, then Zhang Yang would be like a fish on the chopping block, with no chance of retreat whatsoever.

Both parties understood the importance of this battle, but in the eyes of Chen Zhihai, Chen Lulu, and the others, Yu Changchun was certain to win.

Zhang Yang’s challenge to Yu Changchun was completely like an egg smashing against a rock.

If Zhang Yang knew how terrifying Yu Changchun’s strength was, he certainly wouldn’t have brazenly challenged Yu Changchun.

Zhang Yang sneered, not taking Yu Changchun seriously at all.

He admitted that Yu Changchun was the most formidable person he had ever encountered, but his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Medical Technique had reached the Fourth Transition Peak Realm. He truly didn’t believe there was anyone in this world stronger than him.

At this moment, Yu Changchun’s gaze was firmly fixed on Zhang Yang.

The previous time he had made a move and Zhang Yang had blocked that kick, he realized that this young man in front of him was not to be underestimated.

He definitely had the strength to fight him. Although Yu Changchun didn’t think he would lose, winning would probably not be easy.

Therefore, Yu Changchun was determined to give it his all in this battle.

Yu Changchun flicked his wrist, and two short knives slid into his palms.

Seeing this, Yu Lei and Chen Lulu were taken aback; those short knives were Yu Changchun’s personal weapons, but it had been a very long time since anyone had seen Yu Changchun wield them.

Usually, there was no need, as his opponents were unworthy of Yu Changchun drawing his weapons.

But this also meant that once Yu Changchun used these two short knives, it indicated he was serious, which also indicated the strength of his opponent.

Yu Lei’s expression turned ugly—he had just been stepped on by Zhang Yang, and although he was loath to admit it, he felt like a mere chick in Zhang Yang’s hands.

Powerless to fight back, he now understood even more clearly that the gap between himself and Zhang Yang was not slight; it was no wonder his uncle had considered forging an alliance.

If Zhang Yang had really agreed just now, even his status as the heir apparent might have been threatened.

Thinking about it, Yu Lei also felt a wave of fear after the fact, thankful that Zhang Yang hadn’t agreed.

But, beyond the fear, Yu Lei also felt a bit of schadenfreude. The moment Yu Changchun took out those two short knives, Zhang Yang’s time of death would have arrived.

At this moment, Jiang Meiren scolded, "As an elder, is it really appropriate to use weapons?"

Yu Changchun snorted coldly, "This is simply the utmost respect for the opponent. If you’re scared now, kneel down and kowtow, and I might not be opposed to sparing you."

Zhang Yang waved his hands dismissively and then casually picked up a stick, which, to be honest, fit quite nicely in his hand.

"Come on, I’ve got a weapon now."

Jiang Meiren was somewhat speechless. She had wanted to find a dagger or something for Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang, are you sure you can do this?"

Zhang Yang chuckled, "Even this feels a bit like bullying him."

Jiang Meiren and Lin Yueru were both taken aback by Zhang Yang’s words, finding them extremely insulting.

Yet, in their view, Zhang Yang seemed to be overestimating himself a bit.

However, no one could stop this fight now.

Zhang Yang took the stick he had picked up and said to Yu Changchun with a smile, "I hope you can make this enjoyable for me."

Yu Changchun responded with disdain, "Fine, as you wish."

And the result was that Yu Changchun indeed made it enjoyable for Zhang Yang.

In the twenty or so minutes of clashing, Zhang Yang struck left and right with his stick, especially targeting Yu Changchun’s backside.

Zhang Yang estimated there were no less than eighty if not a hundred such hits.

Everyone watching was stunned; it was a complete one-sided beating.

Even though they seemed evenly matched on the surface, Zhang Yang’s stick always managed to land on Yu Changchun’s backside.

On the other hand, Yu Changchun hadn’t caused Zhang Yang a single injury.

Why was that? Where was the difference?

Chen Zhihai’s heart had sunk, and Yu Lei and Chen Lulu also shared similar sentiments. Yu Changchun, one of the Qingyi Sect’s top ten masters, was getting his backside smacked by Zhang Yang.

And every hit was not light; Yu Changchun probably wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably on a stool afterward.

Meanwhile, Jiang Meiren and Lin Yueru watched, their faces turning red with excitement. It was too thrilling, too satisfying.

This kind of fight was truly astonishing.

It made them worry for nothing before; Zhang Yang’s strength had truly become strong enough to not fear the Qingyi Sect anymore.

If even Yu Changchun was no match for Zhang Yang, who else would dare to constrain Zhang Yang with Martial World rules?

There was a day when the Qingyi Sect’s words, though arrogant, were logical. In the Martial World, the one with the bigger fist ruled.

At this point, Yu Changchun was in a difficult position and had long since stopped wanting to fight. But he felt that the gap in strength between him and Zhang Yang really wasn’t significant.

Yet he couldn’t harm Zhang Yang in the slightest, while he himself kept getting hit.

If he were to admit defeat now, Yu Changchun wouldn’t be content with that; moreover, the consequences of losing were about more than just humiliation.

But if the fight continued, when would it end? He saw no glimmer of hope for victory.

Just then, Zhang Yang struck Yu Changchun’s backside with his stick again, "What are you thinking? Don’t want your behind anymore?"