The Secret to Picking Up Girls

After hearing Zhang Yuze's words, the young man sized him up, a cold expression appearing on his face. He then said to the judo club members who were practicing nearby, "Brothers, we have someone here looking for trouble. We need to teach him a lesson and show him how powerful we are."

As soon as he said this, the judo club members around him walked towards Zhang Yuze with malicious intent.

"Go!" The man waved his hand at his own people, signaling them to attack Zhang Yuze.

Following the man's gesture, nearly a hundred judo club members charged towards Zhang Yuze, yelling.

Zhang Yuze frowned, but instead of retreating, he advanced towards the group.

With a few 'bang! bang!' sounds, Zhang Yuze's feet landed on the bodies of three judo club members. The immense force instantly sent them flying into the air.

With almost one punch per person, Zhang Yuze knocked down those who rushed at him one by one. With Zhang Yuze's current cultivation level, dealing with these mediocre judo club members was simply too easy and not challenging at all.

The judo club members were now almost spitting blood in frustration because they realized they couldn't even touch Zhang Yuze. His movements were like a gust of wind, light and elusive, making it impossible to get a hold of him.

Shoulder throws, back hooks, side kicks, and chain kicks. Zhang Yuze's movements were extremely fast, like a shadow, dazzling to the eye.

Zhang Yuze was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever he went, he knocked people down. In just a short while, Zhang Yuze had taken down more than half of the nearly one hundred judo club members. Of course, the remaining small portion were girls, and Zhang Yuze's habit of cherishing women hadn't changed.

Looking at the judo club members groaning on the ground, Zhang Yuze smiled coldly and said, "Tell your club president, Kimura, that I will come looking for him again. Tell him to remember that."

With that, Zhang Yuze clapped his hands and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuze felt a gust of wind rushing from behind him. He frowned, turned around, and delivered a preemptive strike. Just as the person behind him was about to kick Zhang Yuze's body, Zhang Yuze's fist struck his stomach first, causing him to cough up white foam and groan on the ground.

Zhang Yuze glanced at the person and realized it was the judo club instructor. He didn't expect him to try and ambush him. It seemed he was quite bold, but also overestimated his abilities.

Zhang Yuze looked at the judo club members behind him, who were staring at him with fear, and said, "Are the petty tricks of barbarians worth learning? As Chinese people, you should have your own national spirit. I don't want you to forget your roots. What I used today was Chinese martial arts. You can see for yourselves which is stronger, our skills or those of the Eastern barbarians. Losing face is not a big deal, but losing our national spirit makes you traitors. If you insist on abandoning your roots and assimilating into foreign cultures, then don't call yourselves Chinese in public. Otherwise, if I see you again, I will not let you off."