Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

As the end of the semester approaches, the final exams at the martial arts school are nothing more than the same few things.

Monster-killing test, class battles to determine rankings, monster encyclopedia knowledge and memorization assessment...

In order to pass the final exams smoothly, the students each had their own ulterior motives and secretly trained over the past month, hoping to amaze everyone.

Because it involves final grades, which are assigned a grade point average and become part of an individual's academic record, high school final grades have a significant impact on university admissions.

No one will let their guard down. As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." Classmates are the people who know each other best. They know each other's martial arts skills and fighting habits better than they know their own parents' birthdays.

In the days leading up to the end of the semester, the classroom was still lively, but Zhang Chaoqiang remained aloof.

There were frequent exchanges and tests among classmates.

The students in Class 1 of Grade 11 became somewhat more motivated because the school announced that Zhang Chaoqiang would not participate in the final exams.

When Zhang Chaoqiang suggested that his classmates spar with each other, and that they simply use physical combat, their reaction was extremely resistant.

Mutual sparring can enhance a person's combat skills, but if the gap between the two is too large, it's really unnecessary.

Having witnessed Zhang Chaoqiang's abilities, I know he can annihilate a monster of the same level with a single move...

In addition, several senior high school students had previously ganged up on Zhang Chaoqiang, yet they managed to prevent him from sustaining any injuries while he remained motionless...

What's the point of sparring? The gap is so huge, how can there be any room for improvement?

The students avoided Zhang Chaoqiang as if he were some kind of plague god.

"Pang Lei, I won't use spiritual power; it's purely a contest of physical strength. Don't worry, I'm very weak!"

"My physical body is too weak; I need to hone it through battle..."

Simple and sincere words cannot convince students.

"Zhang Chaoqiang, stop messing around. Have you been killing too many monsters in the practical training lately? It's getting boring. If you want to kill some monsters, try killing some people."

"Stop messing with us, okay? Be good! Go find some monsters to cause trouble for, alright?"

What's the point of sparring? Zhang Chaoqiang's performance at least showed that he had already cultivated his physical body to the extreme through martial arts or spiritual power. Nobody believed that his physical body was weak.

"..."

It's not that I haven't thought about demonic beasts, but if I fight a demonic beast of the same level purely with my bare hands, without using spiritual power for protection or attack, wouldn't I just be a pure annihilation by the demonic beast?

Humans have lost their advantage, and even demonic beasts with remarkable physical abilities wouldn't know how to restrain themselves; injuring themselves would truly be a loss.

then…

During the break between classes, Zhang Chaoqiang went downstairs and found Zhu Bobi, who was exchanging skills with a customer.

He was challenged to a battle.

"Brother Qiang, did I do something wrong?"

Zhu Bobi didn't understand Zhang Chaoqiang's behavior and asked cautiously, recalling the days he spent with Zhang Chaoqiang. He didn't think he had ever done anything to offend Zhang Chaoqiang.

"It's just a simple sparring match, the kind where you fight each other purely with your bare hands!"

"What? You're serious?"

Zhu Bobi looked bitter; he couldn't understand what was going on.

But seeing that Zhang Chaoqiang didn't seem to be joking, she was conflicted, but ultimately stepped into the ring.

Seeing this spectacle, the surrounding students gathered around, and upon closer inspection, they discovered that it was none other than Zhang Chaoqiang, a rare sight on the fighting stage.

What wind blew him here today?

"Would Zhang Chaoqiang still challenge other people? Zhu Bobi seems to be in their class. Did he do something to offend Zhang Chaoqiang?"

"Is this Zhang Chaoqiang's second time stepping onto the martial arts arena? It seems like he hasn't appeared on the stage since he stood up for the first-year students..."

When they learned that Zhang Chaoqiang and Zhu Bobi's battle would not use spiritual power, but would be fought purely with physical strength, just like a fight between ordinary people.

Suddenly, I felt there was no suspense left.

It should be noted that Zhang Chaoqiang's physical body is famously strong. He was once challenged by several senior high school students in the cafeteria, who beat him for a long time. Zhang Chaoqiang didn't even use his spiritual power and was not injured at all!

"Completely uninjured?"

"Completely uninjured."

Did those high school seniors use spiritual power?

"It was used, but Zhang Chaoqiang seems to be made of steel; we simply can't break through his defenses..."

"Damn, isn't Zhang Chaoqiang just bullying people?"

Indeed, Zhang Chaoqiang found the right person, because Zhu Bobi was the only one in the entire school who would agree to his challenge.

The two stood on opposite sides of the ring, Zhu Bobi feeling nervous, as did the referee…

Let's hope nothing goes wrong...

"start!"

After the referee made the announcement, the two immediately became extremely alert and took turns walking around each other.

"Brother Qiang, go easy on me..." Zhu Bobi pleaded with a pained expression.

"No, I will give it my all!"

"All out?"

The next second, everyone's pupils dilated as Zhang Chaoqiang unleashed a full-force blow to Zhu Bobi's chest.

The leaping strides showed that Zhang Chaoqiang had used all the strength of his body.

Everyone was too embarrassed to watch, imagining Zhu Bobi being knocked out of the ring, while the referees remained on high alert...

Something's not right... The teacher returned to alert status.

When the fist, the focus of everyone's attention, landed on Zhu Bobi's chest, he cried out, initially terrified of being sent flying...

But he simply took two steps back.

"what?"

Zhu Bobi touched his chest, wondering if Zhang Chaoqiang's punch was mainly aimed at causing internal injuries.

Chapter 137 This time, I really can't help but be annoyed.

"He seems a bit dead..."

Within two seconds of Zhang Chaoqiang's attack, Zhu Bobi clutched his chest and felt his legs go weak, collapsing onto the ring...

His eyes were unfocused...

Some students in the audience noticed and exclaimed in surprise.

The customer's pupils constricted. Could it be that Zhang Chaoqiang's strength had improved again? There was clearly no fluctuation of spiritual energy...

If it's supposed to be a physical fight, then it is a physical fight, but how come there isn't a single external injury?

To achieve an attack without relying on spiritual power, to strike from a distance, is something only martial arts masters among ordinary people can accomplish!

If he hadn't been so knowledgeable, he wouldn't have been able to spot the clues.

At this moment, some people in the audience also noticed that, judging purely from a physical standpoint, a single punch had caused internal injuries to a martial artist whose body was clearly stronger than that of an ordinary person of the same age… They bluntly stated:

"If someone more talented than you works even harder than you, what reason do we have not to strive harder?"

"I'm envious. Zhang Chaoqiang has already thoroughly researched and mastered spiritual energy, and is now even working on improving his physical strength... We're still struggling every day with how to refine more spiritual energy..."

Only when the body is strong enough can it contain more spiritual power. At that time, most people's spiritual power was far lower than the physical strength of that age group.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang raised the bar by force. At a young age, his belly was stretched by spiritual energy, and he needed to increase the strength of his physical body to break free of the constraints.

"??"

"Wait, how did this kid collapse?"

While everyone else's thoughts were racing, Zhang Chaoqiang remained rooted to the spot. He had initially thought Zhu Bobi was going to use some kind of ground technique, like Jiu-Jitsu or wrestling...

But then he just sat down and didn't move at all?

Who are you trying to impress by clutching your chest and taking deep breaths?

Thump, thump, thump, Zhu Bo's heart was pounding wildly. He was so nervous. He touched his chest and, sure enough, there were no external injuries. Based on his understanding of Zhang Chaoqiang...

His spiritual power and physical strength were perfectly matched; his body withstood dozens of blows from a high school senior without sustaining a scratch…

He certainly didn't think it was because the opponent was too weak or he was too strong. Since Zhang Chaoqiang insisted on physical combat, he was definitely going to use him as a target...

The stereotypes in his mind caused him anxiety, and this feeling intensified as he worried. The tightness in his chest made him feel like he was suffering from internal injury...

Zhang Chaoqiang was speechless. He went over to check if Zhu Bobi had encountered some problem...

Before he even got close, Zhu Bobi asked him with a pained expression, "Why did you hit him so hard, Brother Qiang?"

"Heavy?" Zhang Chaoqiang craned his neck, frowned, and muttered under his breath, "Impossible. My pure physical strength should be completely inferior to those of you second-generation martial arts practitioners who have been nourished by medicinal liquids since childhood..."

Even if I went all out, given your physical strength, you shouldn't have felt much, right?

The body may not feel much, but the mind does. Once the mind senses pain in a certain area, it will actually react. This is the psychological effect of the human mind.

Zhu Bobi paid no attention to Zhang Chaoqiang's entire speech; he only heard Zhang Chaoqiang's four words: "Go all out..."

They really went all out! Zhu Bobi had a very deep and strong stereotype of Zhang Chaoqiang, having witnessed and experienced Zhang Chaoqiang's strength since the start of high school.

If he really went all out, wouldn't this internal injury stay with him for the rest of his life? Even if he doesn't die, he'll be crippled!

The psychological effect made Zhu Bobi feel that his internal chest injury was much more serious, and the next second he collapsed, unconscious...

It's no wonder that Zhu Bobi is not a very good person in terms of mental strength, given his lack of willpower.

"He seems to really be a bit dead!"

With a whoosh, the surrounding students scattered in all directions. Accustomed to scenes of bloodshed and violence, they were terrified by the seemingly ordinary, purely physical combat...

More than blood splattering and flesh being torn apart, they feared these battles with no obvious reaction. It was clear that Zhang Chaoqiang's punch had definitely injured Zhu Bopi's internal organs, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. They believed that Zhu Bopi was more or less crippled.

The referee immediately called a halt, frowned, and hurriedly went up to the stage to check on Zhu Bobi's breathing and pulse, using his spiritual power to probe and travel along Zhu Bobi's meridians and internal organs.

This is the mark of a third-tier martial artist: spiritual power intensity reaches 1500P, and one is skilled in controlling spiritual power. The most significant characteristic is the ability to use one's spiritual power to probe and roam through the bodies of others. This is the certification standard for a third-tier martial artist.

The referee, a third-tier martial artist, frowned even more deeply after just a few seconds: "How could this be?"