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

They were also slow to realize what was happening; they only woke up in the morning when they were preparing to leave.

But with Zhang Chaoqiang's reassurance, Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong gradually calmed down.

After dinner, the family lounged on the sofa watching TV. Zhang Chaoqiang glanced at Zhang Huolong's right forearm, pretended to playfully grab it, and then rolled up the sleeve. Before Zhang Huolong could react and pull it back, Zhang Chaoqiang quickly asked:

"Dad, this design is so pretty."

Zhang Huolong noticed that his son was pointing to a blurry crane located in the center of the forearm.

"This is a crane, which represents longevity, peace, and wealth..." Now that her son is grown up, he doesn't particularly avoid these questions anymore.

Zhang Huolong couldn't remember when he got the crane tattoo. In fact, most of the tattoos on his body were meaningless, and the specific dates were forgotten by his dull mind.

Zhang Chaoqiang tried using the "Angry Eyes" technique to see if he could achieve the same effect as this morning. However, this time there was no reaction; the hazy, blurred appearance on the tattoo was simply the cheap ink spreading and fading under the skin tissue.

So he took out the picture, but his parents said they had never seen it before.

"Such a strange monster, it must be one of those so-called demonic beasts. We've never seen anything like it before."

The two shook their heads, claiming they had no recollection of it, so Zhang Chaoqiang had no choice but to give up.

While searching, he officially began his high school life, even though he was not yet 13 years old.

The next day, the whole school officially started classes. The B-zone teaching building accommodated classrooms for all three grades of high school. Although there weren't many classes, the teaching building had a total of eleven floors, including classrooms for various subjects.

Basic Theoretical Knowledge of Monsters

History of Martial Arts

...

On the first day of the official start of school, for a short period of time, the main focus was on learning basic theories and written knowledge.

Zhang Chaoqiang absorbed this knowledge very quickly, but it seems that Jin Jia is more focused on practical application and not so good at theoretical knowledge, and occasionally he would make mistakes on some unimportant points.

To Zhang Chaoqiang's surprise, the teacher of the monster class was the female administrator he had met yesterday on the third floor of the library, named Wu Ke.

Before Zhang Chaoqiang could even ask how a monster class teacher could also be the librarian on the third floor of the library, Wu Ke explained that she wasn't the only one actually managing the monster floor.

However, given that she could serve as a teacher for monster classes, Zhang Chaoqiang naturally had no doubt about her abilities.

The Monster Class focuses on understanding the living habits, physical characteristics, special abilities, and so on of various monsters.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Chaoqiang also became Wu Ke's focus, whether because he was a student who skipped a grade or because of his inquisitive behavior yesterday, bringing a strange drawing to seek answers.

Theoretical lessons are also one of Tan Yue's strengths; people with a high level of mental development tend to have more flexible thinking.

In the afternoon's spiritual course, the first lesson taught by the spiritual instructor, He Hong, focused on understanding everyone's basic spiritual levels.

The resources of the high school are incomparable to those of the primary school, and it has more advanced testing equipment. However, this equipment cannot be moved over a large area simply because it is connected to the central control system of the training building.

After quickly conducting the tests one by one, Zhang Chaoqiang was surprised to find that he and Tan Yue were ranked first and third in the class of 30 students.

The girl who ranked second was named Rongyue.

It has reached the intermediate level of the second tier.

Although it was expected, the class was still in an uproar when Zhang Chaoqiang's specific level was revealed. The only thing that could console their feelings of unfairness was that the level did not represent the actual ability to control the battle armor.

The first day of classes wasn't too intense; everything has a gradual process. During the break before the last class, Jin Jia once again called Zhang Chaoqiang to his office.

"Normally, when students enter the advanced level of martial arts, they need to be selectively rewarded based on their performance. However, Zhang Chaoqiang, your situation is different. The school will try to allocate more resources to you."

Here are forty first-tier martial arts techniques. See if any of them are suitable. If not, tell me your requirements, and I'll go and find some for you.

With a wave of his hand, forty martial arts manuals written on yellow paper, neatly arranged on the table by the golden-armored man, appeared to be of some historical significance.

"You're new to martial arts, and practicing just one style at a time is already your limit. Don't push yourself too hard."

Zhang Chaoqiang's eyes swept quickly across the area, his hands moving continuously.

He hadn't really thought about what kind of martial arts he needed.

According to the action breakdown plan, martial arts skills are also divided into two main categories: punches and kicks.

Of course, there are also some unorthodox methods, such as Iron Top Kung Fu and Divine Whip Kung Fu...

Zhang Chaoqiang wasn't that unconventional, but there were some reasons for that, namely that these strange paths simply didn't exist here.

Wind Fist.

A simple yet powerful name.

Upon reading the introduction, it is indeed extremely simple: it is about using two fists to generate a fighting style, which can range from small-scale dust to large-scale whirlwind.

After putting away his martial arts skills, Zhang Chaoqiang thanked his teacher and began practicing his first martial arts technique.

Chapter 74 Hidden

The third day of receiving theoretical lessons.

Zhang Chaoqiang finally mastered this Wind Fist technique.

When he slightly turned his wrist, his robes fluttered loudly, which proved that he had mastered the skill.

During this process, he asked Zhu Bobi how long it would take for them, or ordinary people, to master a first-level martial arts technique.

Most martial artists first learn martial arts techniques and then cultivate sufficient spiritual power before they can achieve the level of a martial artist.

Zhu Bobi replied that it took him more than half a month to learn how to enter and spy on others.

500P + Beginner Tier 1 Martial Arts Skill = Tier 1 Martial Artist

However, you need to register your certification level with the Extraordinary Administration Bureau and officially back up your own file in their database.

On Thursday morning, he found the golden armor.

As his homeroom teacher, it was his duty to certify the students' grades, especially for Zhang Chaoqiang, who needed special care and training.

"You mastered the first-tier martial arts technique in just three days?"

Compared to the strange things Jin Jia had witnessed from Zhang Chaoqiang before, it seemed insignificant now.

Around noon, Jin Jia took Zhang Chaoqiang alone to the Extraordinary Management Bureau, which was located in a secluded location in Tianan City.

Along the way, Jin Jia straightened his somewhat disheveled sleeves. At this moment, Zhang Chaoqiang noticed and asked, "Teacher, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"I'm alright, just having some insomnia."

At this moment, Zhang Chaoqiang pulled out a laminated card. It was Jin Jia's martial arts instructor's ID card.

"How did it end up with you?" Jin Jia's eyes widened, and he quickly took it.

Angry Gaze +1

Zhang Chaoqiang didn't say anything. The teacher's ID card had fallen off when he went through the machine at the school exit. He quickly picked it up. The car had already been out of the development zone for nearly ten kilometers, and he hadn't noticed at all.

For a moment, the two were silent. Jin Jia took the initiative to start a conversation and began to explain the Extraordinary Administration Bureau to Zhang Chaoqiang.

"Although your previous teachers should have already mentioned this, I think it's necessary to go over some details again."

The Extraordinary Management Bureau is a martial arts management agency directly dispatched by the Central State, unaffected by any town, and exclusively belonging to the Central State.

Matters concerning martial artists are the absolute responsibility of the Extraordinary Administration Bureau. All local martial artists are under the jurisdiction of the local administration bureau, just like a police station manages ordinary residents.

And that's not all. They control the spiritual keys to the secret realms, the dispatch of martial artists, and even our school's opening of secret realms for students to train—all of these require approval from the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau before they can proceed…”

After a long conversation, it was basically only Jin Jia who was talking, and Zhang Chaoqiang was listening.

Although I sometimes make mistakes or omissions, it doesn't cause any major harm.

The Extraordinary Management Bureau, simply put, is the police station for martial artists.

After his long speech, Zhang Chaoqiang, who had hesitated for a long time, finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask since he got on the bus.

"Teacher Jin, I don't know about my drawing..."

“As I said, there is no record of the bird you described…”

Seemingly realizing that his words were a bit hasty, Jin Jia quickly adjusted himself: "No one remembers it either, Zhang Chaoqiang. I don't know where you saw it, but what I can confirm is that a monster with this appearance does not exist."

"Thank you, Teacher Jin, I understand." Zhang Chaoqiang nodded in response.

He thought to himself that it was strange. His eyes and memory were not wrong. As his [sense of monster smell] became stronger, his perception of certain details became more and more sensitive.

Ever since I first saw that thing, a strange unease has gradually arisen in my heart. Although it is insignificant, I am afraid that the sparks will eventually spread.

We've arrived.

The brakes interrupted Zhang Chaoqiang's thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the so-called Hidden Extraordinary Management Bureau was located in an urban village in Potou District.

The striking cyberpunk-style signboard stands out starkly against the backdrop of the nearby shops where villagers gather to play cards.

It's like how other people view the scene of their parents and Lao Chen appearing together.

Somewhat puzzled, they entered the strangely decorated Extraordinary Management Bureau and discovered that it was a completely different world inside.

The long, brightly lit corridor had names and photos of outstanding Bureau staff hanging on the walls, along with their job titles and martial arts ranks.

The highest-ranking enforcement captain of the Administration Bureau is a sixth-level martial artist, and Zhang Chaoqiang also noticed that he is currently the director of the Administration Bureau.

Drop drop drop.

Jin Jia had already registered with the administrator inside. When the administrator heard that the student behind Jin Jia was Zhang Chaoqiang, who had come to assess and certify martial arts levels, he immediately became serious.

Ordinary people may not have heard of this, and even if they have, it doesn't have a significant impact on their limited understanding.

However, they belong to the Extraordinary Management Bureau, and they must collect and know everything about martial arts. They also created a separate follow-up file for Zhang Chaoqiang.

"Zhang Chaoqiang, Teacher Jin, please have a seat and wait a moment."

The intern administrator had just turned twenty, and though he wore glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

So, the Extraordinary Management Bureau, which usually only serves tea and water, surprisingly presented Zhang Chaoqiang with a cup of milk tea, which was thoughtfully placed in front of him.

"Thank you."

Zhang Chaoqiang quite liked drinking it, mainly because his mother had a habit of drinking cheap milk tea, and over time he himself became interested in this cloyingly sweet stuff.

Before long, Director Zhong personally received him. He was a gentle and refined middle-aged man. Judging from his appearance, others would think that he was engaged in clerical work rather than a martial artist.

"Zhang Chaoqiang, Xiao Jin, come in."

Because of the school's work, the secret realm needs to be opened frequently, so Jin Jia and the staff of the Administration Bureau, even the director, are very familiar with it.