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

"Rong Yue, Pang Lei, you are both remarkable. You are from families with generations of martial artists, and your families have produced glorious seventh-level martial artists who have made great contributions to the stability of the Central Kingdom. There will be opportunities for you to spar in the future."

Despite saying that, the boy named God didn't show much reverence. He just smiled politely and his hands were hanging down, his fingers slightly rubbing together.

Rongyue noticed his subtle hand movements, her expression changed slightly, and she even leaned back a little, as if out of self-defense.

I've heard that this "God" possesses an extremely terrifying self-created martial art called "God's Hand"...

However, it was not obtained from demonic beasts or inheritances that it cultivated, but rather it was modified from basic and advanced fist techniques based on its outstanding martial arts ability.

Zhu Bobi, who was on good terms with God, was somewhat annoyed with him. He spoke up to break the pretense: "Stop pretending. Everyone knows you're usually arrogant and domineering, only showing your humble and polite side when you're around girls..."

The exposed God smiled broadly, his upper and lower lips gradually separating, the "clucking" sound coming from the knuckles of his own fingers. Zhu Bobi saw the arm being slowly raised, and for a moment he stopped breathing and retreated in panic.

The group of people had a rather childish, adolescent air about them...

Zhang Chaoqiang kept observing the group, but they ignored him.

It's only natural that a rising star like this young prodigy would attract so much attention.

He averted his gaze, muttering to himself, "These guys don't look like they've just started junior high." He tried to find the person nicknamed "God" on the list of new students at the door.

After scanning twice, his attention focused on a name called "Customer".

Perhaps this nickname is more of a joke, and judging from the conversation, the other person has been one of the top students in the grade over the past few years, a source of pride for their peers, and has won many awards related to martial arts.

Combined with his strength and talent, he certainly adds a sharp edge to the nickname "God".

While Zhang Chaoqiang was having doubts, the teacher finally returned and hung up a sign that read "Grade 11 Class 1" at the door.

The moment is frozen for a few seconds...

He turned to look at his parents and said calmly and matter-of-factly, "Mom and Dad, I went to... high school?"

A stiff voice came from Zhang Chaoqiang's mouth, the heaviness in his throat seeming to tear at something unbelievable.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei scratched their heads...

Didn't your teacher tell you?

"If you don't know, why don't you ask?"

The double double attack caught Zhang Chaoqiang off guard; he simply remained silent...

Shen Qiangwei then looked at Lao Chen and asked, "Lao Chen, why didn't you tell Chaoqiang?"

Old Chen took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain an elegant demeanor: "Who are you, Super Strong?"

His parents!

"You actually remember?" Old Chen was extremely shocked.

Call the school teacher…

Wang Zihan: I thought Principal Liu and Zhang Chaoqiang had discussed it... Didn't you parents tell your children?

Principal Liu: Didn't Cheng Wen, Teacher Guan, and the school board members inform Zhang Chaoqiang to discuss this...?

Teacher Guan: Jin Jia and those other high school teachers should have informed Zhang Chaoqiang himself!

For a moment, Zhang Chaoqiang felt dizzy and disoriented, for reasons unknown.

It's one thing for the parents to be unreliable, but to make matters worse, the school teachers, school leaders, and even Old Chen himself never mentioned this matter.

It is unacceptable that such a meticulous matter has been overlooked.

Zhang Chaoqiang couldn't understand how everyone around him could be so united in not revealing a single thing to him about such a big matter.

This is the third time, and also the most obvious one, that I've felt things around me are not operating according to normal patterns.

During his dazed state, Zhang Chaoqiang inadvertently turned his neck and brushed against Zhang Huolong's arm as if it were attracted to him.

Zhang Huolong has countless tattoos on his arms, perhaps countless, but they have been piled up together. Some of the crude designs made with inferior ink and rough techniques have slowly blurred and faded over time.

The most noticeable blur is a crane image inside the forearm.

Zhang Chaoqiang first saw the black crane standing in the stream a few days after his birth, about ten years ago. At that time, the pattern was still lifelike and particularly clear.

Later, Zhang Huolong was always afraid that Zhang Chaoqiang would see the pattern on his body intentionally or unintentionally, so he rarely showed it to him, and Zhang Chaoqiang was not too curious.

No one can clearly see how some things begin to disappear; take tattoos as an example.

Until recently, Zhang Chaoqiang had noticed that the cheap tattoos were gradually fading, unlike the usual diffusion and fading, as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist.

For some reason, Zhang Chaoqiang felt an urge to use the "Angry Gaze," an ability that should be used to look into people's eyes, but he subconsciously applied it to other parts of his body for the first time.

The sizzling sound of frying filled the air. Only after confirming that his father had no reaction did he continue. By this time, the clouds and mist had been burned by the fire clouds, making the original crane image even more blurred.

But in Zhang Chaoqiang's eyes, it was so clear. He saw a completely different scene.

A bird with thick, dark black feathers and the appearance of a duck is using its vulture-like forked talons and a mouse-like tail resembling delicate cotton rope to bind and grasp a tall branch...

It was just a fleeting feeling, vanished from his sight, but etched into his mind.

"His dad is amazing, his mom is amazing!"

A hearty shout broke Zhang Chaoqiang's thoughts and the noisy surroundings.

Everyone could clearly see that the golden armor of the class teacher, who was wearing a black martial arts robe, was also the same martial arts teacher who had used the Mountain Sealing Seal on Zhang Chaoqiang earlier.

At this moment, he took the initiative to greet Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, who were squatting in the corner and were conveniently hidden by Lao Chen and Zhang Chaoqiang.

He quickly and proactively extended his hand to Lao Chen, and then shook hands with Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei.

At this moment, Zhu Bobi noticed the group of people in the corner, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhang Chaoqiang…

"Superman Strong?"

Damn it.

The thing that Zhang Chaoqiang was worried about happened.

Chapter 71 Golden Armor

The homeroom teacher's name was Jin Jia, which happened to be the same teacher who used the Mountain Sealing Seal to help Zhang Chaoqiang seal his inner spiritual power during the spiritual power activation ceremony.

The students present had generally already learned about this before enrolling.

But they were more curious about the student named Zhang Chaoqiang who skipped a grade, as his parents were rumored to have strange behavior and unusual attire.

But the students looked at Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, who were chatting and laughing with Jin Jia at the moment, and they clearly knew that they were not as simple as they seemed.

Having been in the martial arts world for three years, they know that talent has a certain degree of heritability, and that strong people often become strong people.

The chances of a weak person becoming a strong person are extremely low.

This indicates that Zhang Chaoqiang's parents are definitely top-notch individuals.

When the freshmen shifted their gaze from Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei's faces, they were even more moved.

Various tattoos, mostly animal figures, are faintly visible on the arms and body.

The more talented a person is, the less likely they are to think that the two are talking nonsense; they must have their reasons for doing so.

Could this be the beast king they slew?

The five-clawed golden dragon pattern on their shoulders undulated and throbbed slightly, startling them!

Zhu Bobi quickly averted his gaze and walked over to Zhang Chaoqiang with the others.

He greeted her: "Superman Qiang, Tan Yue, hello to you two geniuses who skipped grades. From now on, we will be classmates."

My name is Zhu Bobi, you can call me Big Guy. These two are Rong Yue and Pang Lei, and this is God, oh right, he's called Customer.

Tan Yue responded politely, but Zhang Chaoqiang wasn't really interested in talking to them.

"Activating 500P of spiritual power at the age of 12 is the threshold for a first-level martial artist. Don't you think you're a superman?" the customer pondered, stroking his chin.

Zhu Bobi: "Maybe he doesn't like the realistic nickname, so how about we call him Brother Qiang?"

Martial arts can be a bit tedious, and even geniuses need to find enjoyment in the details of life.

For example, customers' nicknames, and Zhu Bobi, who is short but calls himself a big guy, and Zhang Chaoqiang, who is young but calls him brother.

"Just call me by my full name."

"Superman Strong?"

"... "

"Does Brother Qiang seem better?"

Only the words of Jubobi and God could quickly bring the six people closer together.

Zhang Chaoqiang actually thought that this was better than going to junior high school.

The short performance didn't last long. Two minutes later, through the corridor railings, one could see waves of new students surging towards Building B.

As it approached 9 o'clock, seeing that he had successfully delivered the two children and that their homeroom teacher, Jin Jia, was already there, Old Chen pulled Zhang Huolong and the other man to prepare to leave.

Zhang Huolong leaned forward, turning his head to ask, "Are we leaving now?"

Zhang Chaoqiang's gaze followed Zhang Huolong's departure, and he and Tan Yue said goodbye to the others.

School has officially started.

Zhang Chaoqiang, Tan Yue, Zhu Bobi, and others are all freshmen in Class 1 of the first year of high school.

After a brief class meeting, Jin Jia, the homeroom teacher, announced over the loudspeaker that all first-year high school students should go to the B-section auditorium for a mobilization meeting.

Unlike Yuhua Elementary School, the high school section of Yuhua Martial Arts School does not particularly favor places like auditoriums and playgrounds.

The auditorium was small, the tables and chairs were ordinary, the stage was even more rudimentary, and the curtains were just a maroon main curtain and a back curtain, with only the most common conference lights on the lamp posts.

Zhang Chaoqiang could personally attest to the fact that the staff of the high school department were almost all martial artists. After placing the conference table in the center of the stage, he confirmed that the spotlights would not obstruct the leaders' view.

This time, the high school principal, vice principal, and director were there to mobilize the new students.

Zhang Chaoqiang's mind wasn't on the principal's inspiring words at the mobilization meeting; his mind was filled with the image that had been imprinted in his mind with just a glance.

With a click, Zhang Chaoqiang pulled out a piece of homework paper and hastily copied the scene from his memory onto it with a pen.

Clear yet blurry, the drawn state is almost identical to what I see, although it may not be considered detailed by others.

Only after putting away his pen and paper could he concentrate on listening to the increasingly heated speech of the principal.

His loud and firm voice stirred his emotions, just like those of the other students.