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Chapter 134 The School of Manifestations and Extraordinary Abilities
Xia City.

The Extraordinary School was built in the northern suburbs.

Crash-

The helicopter arrived at 11:00 a.m.

Looking down, Zhang Feng saw that the school was located in a large valley, built against the mountain, with a very large teaching area.

Besides the regular dormitories and teaching buildings, this 'vast playground' is filled with mountains, water, and trees.

However, the surrounding hilltops are guarded by sentry posts, indicating a completely militarized management system.

Soldiers can be seen patrolling from time to time, and you can even see some anti-aircraft weapons.

And at this time.

The helicopter's co-pilot contacted the school below again, "Calling the extraordinary, calling the extraordinary, this is the Grandmaster, this is the Grandmaster, we have reached the top, please give landing instructions."

This contact was initiated through a control tower several kilometers away, and now it has been confirmed.

Zhang Feng wasn't very concerned about that; instead, he looked towards the valley's exit.

It's not just air units that need to submit reports.

Even when entering or exiting through the valley from the 'main gate', a report must be submitted.

Furthermore, when parents come to visit their children, they must submit some materials to the local military department and be accompanied by military personnel or local government officials.

It cannot be viewed in isolation.

Because not only the students were protected, but even their immediate family members were implicitly protected by the local authorities while the students were at school.

To prevent any criminals from taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble.

This first extraordinary school is very 'strict'.

After all, the students who can get into this place are all top athletes selected from schools in their respective provinces, or students with extraordinary physical abilities.

This school was also entirely designed to cultivate the first batch of professional "backbone" for the arrival of extraordinary civilization.

During their time at school, they were not only under military-style management, but also learned entirely about martial arts, as well as some martial arts-related medicine.

Traditional humanities subjects are also studied, but they constitute a small percentage of the curriculum.

Their current number is 4500.

Only 1500 students are admitted each semester.

Currently, returning students have been studying for nearly two years, new students have been studying for one year, and the newest students are just arriving.

The opening ceremony was held the day before yesterday.

Wow!

At that moment, the helicopter Zhang Feng was in flew directly over the sentry post and headed straight for the rear of the school.

Behind the school, there is a large helipad.

"boss Zhang……"

"Principal Zhang..."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang..."

Then the helicopter came to a stop.

As soon as Zhang Feng got off the plane, he saw the principal leading a group of teachers and directors to pick him up.

They all have a background in martial arts, and most of them are from the military, police, or armed forces departments, occasionally coming to teach as substitutes or part-time workers.

Among them was Master Wang, who was also the honorary 'grade leader,' in charge of the third grade at the extraordinary school.

The extraordinary school has a five-year curriculum.

"Let's talk upstairs."

Zhang Feng nodded to the people who were welcoming him, and then returned the nod to Master Wang separately.

Everyone knew about the relationship between General Manager Zhang and Senior Wang, so they weren't too surprised, but there was envy, that's for sure.

"Knowing Mr. Zhang is like climbing the ladder to success..."

'Master Wang's current high level of martial arts skill is not only due to his strength before reaching the extraordinary realm, but also undoubtedly due to the influence of Director Zhang...'

"Every time I watch Principal Zhang's teaching videos after my physical and cognitive abilities have improved, I gain new insights..."

They were all thinking to themselves, looking at Master Wang with envy.

And the principal, who was leading the way, stopped a few steps behind after thinking it over, and said to Master Wang with a smile, "Teacher Wang, would you please lead the way for General Manager Zhang?"

I have a bit of a cold today, and my throat is sore, so I can't show Mr. Zhang around the school.

"You're too kind, Principal." Master Wang spoke from outside, still very formally, and caught up with Zhang Feng in two steps, leading the way for Zhang Feng in a meticulous manner.

But normally, he would just say, "Master Zhang, let's go upstairs together."

“You’re quite capable outside.” Zhang Feng looked at Master Wang beside him. It was Gongzhen who was talking to him, and outsiders couldn’t hear him. “After we finish the official stuff, let’s chat for a while. I’ll ask you some questions about the school.”

Master Wang didn't have Zhang Feng's skills, so he didn't speak, only nodding in response, so as not to make himself seem special if he spoke at this time.

Didn't you see? The principal is already fawning over him. What more could he want?
Although Master Wang speaks bluntly, he still knows the saying, "A tree that is too big for the forest will surely be felled by the wind."

Although no one dares to destroy it, there's no need to attract so much envy and then breed jealousy.

Seeing that Master Wang remained silent, Zhang Feng didn't press the matter further. Instead, as he walked away, he asked without turning his head, "Principal, do the students know I'm here today?"

"We haven't notified them yet." The principal jogged a few steps after hearing Mr. Zhang's question and caught up with him with a laugh. "I was afraid that the students would become a little unruly if they knew, so I didn't notify them."

"Given your reputation... if they found out, it would be a complete uproar... I bet the moment your plane landed, they'd have the place completely surrounded."

"Since there's no notification, let's wait until after lunch." Zhang Feng looked through the classroom windows of the teaching building ahead and saw many students practicing.

"Let them finish their morning classes, have a full lunch, and then I'll teach the whole school in the afternoon."

"it is good……"

"Is Mr. Zhang going to class?"

Did you bring a camera?

"Do you think... we can attend the class?"

When the teachers and directors in the back heard that General Manager Zhang was going to give a lecture, they excitedly whispered among themselves.

Zhang Feng overheard their conversation from the rear by using resonance to project his voice to their side.

“I will also teach you, you are also my students, and I will not show favoritism to any of you.”

Did Mr. Zhang hear us talking quietly?

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!"

"Thank you, Principal Zhang!"

……

At noon, Zhang Feng and Master Wang ate lunch in the principal's office.

This office belongs to Zhang Feng, and it's the first time it's been used in over two years.

But the staff cleaned meticulously every day, leaving no corner or crevices untouched.

now.

As Zhang Feng ate his rice bowl, he wiped the table with his finger. It was truly clean, with only a tiny speck of dust that a normal human wouldn't be able to detect.

“Normally, this room has reached a spotless level of hygiene, even cleaner than some medical rooms.”

"Definitely," Master Wang said with a smile. "I come here to take classes several times every month."

I met several staff members who cleaned the room for me three times a day.

“No need for that anymore.” Zhang Feng shook his head. “I don’t come here often anyway. It’s better to let him rest.”

“This won’t work,” Master Wang shook his head. “They volunteered to take turns cleaning and felt it was an honor to clean your office.”

“Then it will be difficult to treat. I’ll just leave it at that.” Zhang Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at the student files on the table again. “I really haven’t asked about them.”

How are graduates from extraordinary schools assigned?

"The Ministry of Martial Arts is looking for people," Master Wang replied. "The military and police are also looking for people, and official martial arts schools are also looking for people."

Of these few institutions alone, how many students will remain?
Of course, it largely depends on the students' opinions.

Even if you want to find a job on your own, that's perfectly fine.

But I prefer that the school retain some of the first batch of graduates as teaching assistants or new teachers.

This can be considered as achieving self-production and self-sales first.

"What do you mean by 'self-produced and self-sold'?" Zhang Feng was amused by this statement. "Can that describe a person?"

"I can't think of any better words either," Master Wang said frankly. "Anyway, the words may be rough, but the meaning is sound. I hope you can understand what I mean."

“Yes, I can understand.” Zhang Feng nodded. “If you put it that way, if we need people, there really aren’t enough to go around.”

In the future, it's unavoidable that different departments will compete for personnel and engage in minor conflicts, but these will be harmless.

"Avoidance is definitely unavoidable," Master Wang sighed. "For example, the medicines used in the planting base are prioritized for the owners and coaches of various gyms, as well as this area."

In addition, these students are young, and in your words, they have good physical constitution and martial arts skills.

Mostly between 1 and 2.

You mean, this is a group of extraordinary martial artists who have resources, a solid foundation, and are young.

Which department wouldn't want that?

If it were me, I would also want to recruit a group of people and train them to be one of my own.

After all, I was their teacher once, so I have some feelings for them.

To be honest, seeing these unpolished gems, I really don't want to let them go.

“The rest of the department basically think the same way you do.” Zhang Feng stood up. “Fine, let them do whatever they want. Get ready, class this afternoon.”

"I guess I won't go?" Master Wang didn't get up. "I'm afraid I won't be able to be serious. I'd rather go back to the province first and teach our martial arts school."

“Alright then.” Zhang Feng did not refuse. “Remember to practice visualization more when you get back, and also communicate with the masters of various schools when you have time.”

"Okay." Master Wang left, "I'll have a drink later."

……

in the afternoon.

Two o'clock.

On the large cement playground outside the teaching building, the principal and all the teachers organized all the students to come here.

There are 4500 people in total, and they are all full of youthful energy. The oldest student is only 24 years old.

The youngest students, along with 16 and 17, were specially recruited because of their good physical condition.

As for older students, if they have good aptitude, they study at military academies in various regions.

In any case, as long as someone has a solid foundation, even if they are not from this school, the authorities will not let them go.

It's a completely unconventional form of military equipment.

And this moment.

As they gathered.

First-grade students try to stand as straight as possible, since they are just beginning their school military training and some of their movements are not yet perfect.

And some minor whispers are inevitable.

The second graders already have energy; they stand upright and look straight ahead.

The third-grade students had an indescribable fierce and powerful aura; they were physically strong, breathed evenly, and gave people a great sense of pressure at first glance.

Their physical condition is generally between 20 and 25, they have been taking medicine to neutralize internal energy for two whole years, and their hand skills are also very good.

They are comparable to some ordinary special forces personnel.

But no matter how much they wanted to do it, they were all very curious now, wondering what the principal and the teachers had asked them to do here.
Is this a drill?

Among the second-grade students, someone was speaking very quietly.

"do not know……"

"Strange... Normally at this time, they should be practicing in groups in the classroom."

"I was hoping to open up my meridians as soon as possible. I was lucky enough to resonate with it today, so I wanted to strike while the iron was hot."

The concept of "lucky resonance" still exists, but those in the Extraordinary School understand it more clearly as a minor epiphany. Unlike other martial artists who only have a superficial understanding.

Regardless, at this moment, they all looked ahead with a strange expression.

Because after the principal and the teachers called them over, they didn't say anything and just waited in front of them.

Crash-

At that moment, the sound of a helicopter could be heard from behind.

Before long, several reporters arrived.

The middle-aged reporter was still alone, carrying his equipment, silently as if he were filming a documentary.

Is this an advertisement for our school?

"Is it to expand enrollment?"

The students were even more confused, not knowing what this was all about.

Just half a minute later, a figure slowly walked over from the teaching building.

All the students' eyes widened in surprise.

'Master Zhang...'

'A pioneer! A pioneer!'

"breathe……"

Heavy, suppressed, and excited breathing could be heard from within the formations of first, second, and third graders.

If it weren't for the school rules being so strict, they would have really wanted to shout it out right now!

Seeing all the students looking at him with admiration, Zhang Feng walked over, smiling as he gestured for them to stand at ease, saying, "Students, at ease."

brush!
Second and third graders all moved in unison, only first graders' movements were somewhat irregular.

Their instructors and drill sergeants frowned, feeling humiliated. If it weren't for General Manager Zhang being there, they would have shouted "Fifty push-ups!"

"That's good." Zhang Feng was quite tolerant of these new students, and he was the first to sit cross-legged on the cement floor.

"Please sit down, everyone."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, not expecting the Pioneer to tell them to sit down.

But after a while, they realized what was happening and sat down in a somewhat disorderly manner.

This scene made the principal and several department heads very worried, and they secretly thought that they might have to step down.

"Martial arts are not something that can be mastered overnight." Zhang Feng, however, paid no attention to what others thought, but instead looked at the pairs of admiring eyes ahead.
“I see some of you with trembling legs. The people who are trembling are not first-year students, but rather third-year and second-year students.”

This shows that he practices all day long.

But I watched your class on my way here.

You can't achieve this level of skill by following the course normally.

It's obvious they practiced secretly, they practiced hard. Good job, students who practiced so diligently!

As Zhang Feng spoke, those who had trained hard were very happy, feeling that their hard work had finally been recognized.

Especially since this "other person" was a pioneer!

They were even more excited!
But Zhang Feng then changed his tone.
"Let me say something here."

It felt like we were tired from practicing, but it also felt like a regular class, the kind of class you all know.

You can then report to your teacher that you should rest when you need to and don't need to continue attending classes.

Because it will damage one's vital energy, which is the foundation of cultivation.

If you're not tired, then you should practice.

Only by balancing work and rest can one truly master the skills.

But if you're not tired, yet you still slack off, still submit reports, and still expect to develop real skills? Even the Heavenly King himself couldn't help you then.

"Haha..." The students laughed, and their laughter relaxed them completely.

Even the reporters following them, as well as the principal who had been sitting nearby feeling uneasy, were infected by the relaxed atmosphere and no longer felt so nervous.

At the same time, they also knew that General Manager Zhang was indeed very good at teaching; he could liven up the entire teaching atmosphere with just one sentence.

"To be honest, I don't know what to teach today," Zhang Feng said, ignoring them. He then addressed the students:

"Today, I mainly want to see you, to see our future pillars of society, whether you have suffered any hardships or been bullied at school."

Looking at you all, you're all doing well. Except for the first graders who just arrived, the second and third graders are all big and strong.

"Yes, Principal Zhang! We ate very well!"

"Principal Zhang! We have been practicing hard to serve our country!"

"Principal Zhang! Will you still visit us occasionally like you did today?"

Everyone was talking about their wishes or loudly answering questions about the school's situation.

Even before Zhang Feng left, they were already asking him when he would come next time.

When the principal and teachers heard all this, they felt that the students were quite adorable, and that all their efforts over the past two years had been worthwhile, at least they hadn't raised a bunch of ungrateful brats who were making baseless accusations against them.

This is already the greatest comfort.

After all, the principal and others are too strict in their teaching, and they are afraid that if they put too much pressure on the students, some students will misunderstand and think that they are deliberately making things difficult for them.

This is difficult to explain clearly.

"Today, I am both the principal and your substitute teacher." Seeing the crowd's excitement growing louder, Zhang Feng subtly gestured for them to calm down, and his voice, like a roaring lion, miraculously drowned out all other sounds.
"Which martial art would you like me to teach, student?"

'Is this some kind of sonic technique from a martial arts novel?' Upon hearing such a penetrating sound, hundreds of students immediately raised their hands.

“Third grade, seventh column from the left, third row.” Zhang Feng pointed to a young man in his early twenties, “You.”

'The Pioneer saw me…' He stood up excitedly, but was too nervous to speak.

This scene also made his classmates very anxious, and they kept giving him meaningful glances.

Finally, he took several deep breaths before stammering, "The...principal...it was just now...the voice..."

“This isn’t really a martial arts technique,” ​​Zhang Feng said with a smile. “It’s more of a way to use internal energy.”

Internal strength, on the other hand, is the energy generated from the resonance of the internal organs.

As Zhang Feng spoke, seeing that they were all listening attentively, including the reporters, principals, and teachers who were all quietly watching him, he began to explain in detail as well.

"Internal organ resonance is more difficult than blood vessel resonance."

Zhang Feng continued his explanation.
"But the original source is always visualization."

Visualization is the beginning of all extraordinary martial arts.

However, there are exceptions, such as the transformation of internal energy.

Transforming energy doesn't require visualization, yet it's still incredibly powerful.

Furthermore, by understanding how to neutralize internal force, one can also deduce the application of internal energy.

As Zhang Feng spoke, he picked up a leaf from the ground, saying, "Because they are all a kind of internal energy."

They are all about the use of qi.

It's like when I caught pigeons over a year ago—that was anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Feng opened his palm, and the leaf spun continuously within an inch of his palm.

At the same time, even though the students had seen Zhang Feng catching pigeons many times, they still exclaimed in surprise when they saw such a magical scene, feeling that everything was unbelievable.

Zhang Feng then put the leaf down and carefully explained the strength and energy in his hands.

……

As the sun began to set, the explanation was finished.

Zhang Feng then got up and walked towards the exit of the playground.

"Keep up, not only catching pigeons is about using Qi, but also treading water is about using Qi and resonance at the same time."

Martial arts are universal and can be combined in various ways.

'tread water?!'

"Mr. Zhang still doesn't have a clear video of him treading water!"

"We get to see the amazing treading water again!"

The reporters and the crowd heard that a large, dense crowd had followed.

After crossing the playground, you'll reach a sparse wooded area. There are some small poisonous insects there, but everyone has applied insect repellent ointment.

After another hundred meters, there is a clear stream.

Zhang Feng arrived at the riverbank and took off his thousand-layered cloth shoes.
"Qi and resonance extend from the acupoints of the meridians, just like your feet stepping into the water, with many 'small oars'."

Zhang Feng walked into the water, the water only reaching his feet and not covering his feet, so he was standing completely on the water.

"It looks magical, but actually these small oars are dragging your body."

Look closely, the water beneath my feet is vibrating.

The group practiced martial arts and were far away from electronic devices, so their eyesight was excellent, and they could clearly see the stream trembling beneath Zhang Feng's feet.

The powerful and overclocked counter-vibration force also supported Zhang Feng's nearly 400-pound body.

Since the incident where a car was hit and thrown into the air.

Zhang Feng did not hide his weight; they all knew it.

"410 jin...standing on the water..."

They found it unbelievable, but because Zhang Feng had previously posted videos of himself wading through water, they were somewhat able to accept it.

At this moment, they didn't shout or make a fuss, but instead watched as much as possible.

Some students even pulled up their trouser legs to examine their own veins.

"Strength originates from the entire leg..."

Zhang Feng also gave an explanation, focusing on the techniques of 'treading water' and its related context.

This time, Zhang Feng was also sorting out his gains over the past year while letting the world know more about the wonders of martial arts.

Now, Zhang Feng's physique is 149, which is 2 points higher than the world's best.

……

sunset.

After explaining the methods for cultivating internal strength, Zhang Feng also summarized...

"In addition to strength and breath control, technique is also essential for treading water."

The technique requires more time to practice.

In the tutorial on "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada," I have summarized all the techniques.

Done.

Zhang Feng saw that the sun had begun to set. From catching leaves to wading in water, he had unknowingly spent the whole afternoon talking.

"That concludes today's lesson on meridians and qi."

Zhang Feng looked at the reluctant crowd, and paid special attention to the young man who had asked the question about the Lion's Roar at the beginning.
"As for internal strength and qi."

Zhang Feng glanced around and looked at a large, man-high blue stone by the stream.

"As the principal, a teacher, and also for the students and the school, I would like to write a single word."

Zhang Feng stepped forward, his powerful energy like a blazing knife, easily cutting into the interior of the large bluestone.

Internal energy flows like a river, replenishing the energy that has been depleted.

Use your hands as a pen, and your inner strength and energy as a carving sword.

As the powder from the bluestone seeped out from the engravings.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the stone dust, shattered by the force, gradually fell from the characters, forming a graceful and powerful stroke—the character '武' (martial arts) written with powerful energy.

The surrounding crowd was completely silent.

"This is internal strength and qi."

Zhang Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, smiled, picked up his cloth shoes, stepped across the stream, and chased away in the last rays of the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)