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The man smiled slightly upon hearing the word "get lost." "Are you from Haizhou?" he asked.
"Get lost!" Zhang Yang repeated for the second time.
The man's smile slowly faded, and his expression turned cold. At that moment, Ponytail Girl stepped forward to pull the man back. "Brother, let it go. We really disturbed them."
The man glanced at the girl. "You go ahead with your classmate. Don't worry about the rest."
However, Ponytail Girl didn't listen and said to Zhang Yang and Ding Weiwei, "You two should leave quickly. I'll see you off."
Zhang Yang suddenly burst into laughter, exhaling through his nose in a way that lasted for several dozen seconds. The man continued to watch Zhang Yang laugh with interest.
"You should head back," Zhang Yang said to Ding Weiwei.
Ding Weiwei frowned and said to the man, "Sir, just let it go. You'll regret it." Although she hadn't seen all of Zhang Yang's abilities, her intuition told her that this bearded man wouldn't gain any advantage over Zhang Yang.
"Fine, women leave, men stay!" the man declared.
Sighing, Ding Weiwei actually stood up to leave. Zhang Yang glanced at the man but said nothing as he escorted Ding Weiwei out the door and watched her get into a taxi. Although Ding Weiwei had felt better after witnessing Zhang Yang's magic, this incident made her suddenly want some peace and quiet.
She suddenly thought about whether her relationship with Zhang Yang was developing too quickly. Maybe it was just a youthful whim at that moment.
Zhang Yang sensed this thought through his mental connection and felt a bit troubled himself.
"Not bad, acting like a man," the man seemed to know that Zhang Yang wouldn't run away and stood still, watching as Zhang Yang sent Ding Weiwei off before returning with a cheerful compliment.
"Like you, damn it!" Zhang Yang suddenly exploded in anger. From two meters away, he swung his hand in a fierce slap that sent the man flying.
As the man was about to crash into the wall, he suddenly extended a leg mid-air, kicked off the wall, flipped twice in the air, and landed with a thud on the ground, only slightly swaying but remaining steady. Zhang Yang was shocked; he hadn't expected this person to be so skilled—no wonder he was so arrogant.
Ponytail Girl was also taken aback; seeing how clean-cut Zhang Yang looked, she hadn't anticipated him to be so fierce and directly retaliate from two meters away.
The man took off his short coat and tossed it onto a nearby table before shouting, "Clear the area and refund all customers."
Several waitstaff rushed forward to comply. Meanwhile, customers at several tables in the hall saw that a fight was about to break out and hurriedly left. In these times, many people enjoyed watching commotion, but these two were too intense; within moments, the place was cleared out.
"Little sister, you should leave too!" the man said to Ponytail Girl.
Ponytail Girl bit her lip and suddenly walked over to Zhang Yang, saying, "Can you stop? My brother didn't mean any harm at first; he just wanted to make me happy."
"To make you happy? So making you happy means making me unhappy? What kind of nonsense logic is that!" Zhang Yang seemed quite upset but had some patience with the lady. "You should go. I don't want to accidentally hurt a woman."
Seeing the situation was getting worse, Short-Haired Girl quickly said to Ponytail Girl, "I'm leaving now," and ran out of the store without looking back.
Ponytail Girl quietly walked up to the man. "Brother, can we just let it go?"
The man smiled slightly, seemingly very patient with Ponytail Girl. "Little sister, you go wait for me outside. Have the staff pull down the security gate. I'm fine; you can come back in later." After saying this, he gestured to the two restaurant staff who hadn't left yet.
At that moment, two staff members came over and helped Ponytail Girl walk out. With a clattering sound, the security gate was pulled down from outside.
"From start to finish, it was you two siblings looking for trouble!" Zhang Yang said coldly. "If I don't teach you a lesson today, who knows how many others will suffer in your shady establishment!"
The man remained silent and suddenly formed a hand sign with his right hand, chanting something under his breath. The wooden tables and chairs in the restaurant suddenly formed a circle around Zhang Yang and began to rotate. Then, one of the tables charged at Zhang Yang.
With Zhang Yang's skills, dodging this table was not difficult, but just as he avoided one, another came flying at him. Zhang Yang thought to himself, what kind of world is this where a small restaurant boss can set up formations?
As Zhang Yang dodged the flying tables, he used his mental energy to sense the formation and what the man was thinking.
When a table missed its target, it surprisingly returned to its original position and began spinning faster and faster, with each attack coming quicker than the last—thankfully, it was only one table at a time.
The result of his sensing shocked Zhang Yang; this formation was called Nine Wood Circular Formation. It could be set up using wooden objects. Initially, one table would attack after another, but after every nine rotations, an additional table would join in the assault. By the time it reached eighty-one rotations, all the tables would fly at once—there would be no way to dodge.
Just as Zhang Yang was contemplating this, two tables flew at him simultaneously—one from the front and one from behind, both with fierce momentum.
Zhang Yang leaped into the air to evade the attack while rushing outward. However, the rotating tables rose to the same height as him, preventing any escape.
Dodging left and right became increasingly frantic for Zhang Yang as he realized he was just one rotation away from facing three tables at once.
At that moment, Zhang Yang finally sensed the core of the formation—it was a bowl of water on one of the tables. Water nourishes wood; this bowl was actually the source of power for the formation. Despite spinning rapidly, not a single drop of water spilled from it.
Seizing an opportunity, Zhang Yang launched a water arrow toward that bowl. The water arrow passed by without concentrating its force; instead, it landed on another table.
At this moment, three tables came rushing in, and Zhang Yang had no choice but to exert force from a distance, knocking the tables away one by one.
The formation eye could move at any time! Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Yang's forehead as his stamina rapidly diminished.
"Damn it, Haizhou has someone like this too. No wonder everyone was forced to retreat; this is going to be a big move!" Zhang Yang thought. If this continued, he would be trapped for sure. While thinking, he constantly urged his mind to sense what the man was planning.
"Little brat, you actually know about the formation eye; this is a living formation eye."
So that's how it is. However, Zhang Yang did not understand formations very well and had no idea how to break a living formation eye. In a moment of panic, he exerted force repeatedly, trying to break through the formation by shaking it open, but the rotating tables seemed to form an impenetrable barrier.
A bowl of stagnant water could hardly be called a living formation eye.
Zhang Yang pondered for a moment but couldn't figure it out. In his urgency, he unleashed several fireballs that quickly flew toward the rotating tables. The fireballs hit the tables but did not create any openings or ignite them; however, the rotation speed of the tables began to slow down, and fewer tables were coming at him.
Zhang Yang felt a surge of joy and continued to unleash fireballs. The tables rotated slower and slower until finally no more tables flew out, leaving only nine tables slowly spinning.
"Eh?" The man made a strange sound and suddenly picked up a water jug, swinging it forcefully. A stream of water surged toward the bowl of water. Only then did Zhang Yang notice that there was not much water left in that bowl.
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