C382 Blooming Peach Blossom

In the arena.

Zhang Yang's eyes were brimming with energy. There was no difference between him and a hundred people. On the contrary, he liked this violent feeling. He felt like his blood was boiling.

With a long roar, Zhang Yang's joints let out a crisp sound like popping beans. With him at the center, it was as if an invisible wave of air swept in all directions