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

I originally thought that once I collected all the fragments, I could rest easy.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch. A mere teenager, a first-level martial artist, wanting to experience the thrill of flight naturally comes at a price.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang clearly did not find any description of the specific flight state of wielding two tigers in the textbook or in the teacher's description.

It was simply stated that such demonic beasts of the fourth rank and above possess the ability to fly.

Is this considered flying?

If it weren't for Lao Chen showing him a documentary he'd somehow gotten his hands on, Zhang Chaoqiang would still be burying himself in practice, trying to figure out how to get the technique of swinging both feet together.

Old Chen gave Zhang Chaoqiang a somewhat reassuring look:

"Super powerful. The good news is that you have developed flight skills once again."

The bad news is that what you've developed is a martial art that completely mimics the flight of a tiger.

This was something Old Chen hadn't anticipated, since before this, no one had been able to completely replicate the martial arts abilities of a demon beast in its previous state.

Once you accept this fact, that's it.

[Imitation and Learning] Some are truly remarkable, even imitating the habits and characteristics of monsters.

Fortunately, Zhang Chaoqiang did not inherit the negative effects of short flight time and low altitude.

He tried his best and was able to fly more than fifty meters at most, and the flight time depended on his spiritual energy reserves and control.

Full of energy and controlled by 151 spiritual power, he can achieve continuous flight for about three hours.

Most of the spiritual energy was used to replenish physical strength. After all, using both hands and feet and constantly thrashing around required much more physical strength than expected.

He took Old Chen, the only person who didn't mind him, and flew down from the rooftop to his own tattoo shop, even though Old Chen probably didn't need him to take him.

Another thing is that I heard that flight routes and tracks need to be reported to and purchased from relevant departments.

Furthermore, after martial artists learn to fly, they need to register with the Extraordinary Administration Bureau. Old Chen just smiled and didn't say anything. It wasn't until they arrived at the tattoo shop that he told Zhang Chaoqiang that the relevant procedures had been completed and that he didn't need to worry about it.

When I picked up my parents and Langgou to go home for dinner, I heard the construction noise from next door again.

The tattoo shop next to my house recently closed down. In its place, a group of young people, who are probably quite fashionable, rented the shop and started decorating and designing it. Construction started recently.

It might be a bit noisy during the day.

Ignoring all that, we picked up the two people and the dog and went home for dinner.

"Mom and Dad, are you sure you want to cancel the deal?"

Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong saw Zhang Chaoqiang's strange flying posture and wondered what he was even flying for. How could the mighty Dragon King be hanging on a fluttering moth?

Making a fuss or fiddling around in public can attract attention and is somewhat inappropriate.

This was the first time Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei felt that it would give people a sense of embarrassment.

So they resolutely canceled the previous deal, which meant that Zhang Chaoqiang let them fly, and the two of them had to always adhere to the regulations governing their diet.

Only Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei believed it was a transaction, but in reality, it was just a reward from Zhang Chaoqiang to coax them into adjusting their diet to healthier.

Clearly, they hadn't grasped the priorities. When Zhang Chaoqiang still had no intention of relaxing the regulations, it was the parents who were anxious.

During dinner, the principle of "not speaking while eating or sleeping" was naturally not reflected in Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong's behavior. Zhang Chaoqiang believed that the reward for "The Corrector" should be two or three times higher, which was completely disproportionate to the difficulty of the task.

While they were still chewing on the dishes Zhang Chaoqiang had cooked, they noticed that Tan Yue seemed to be acting strangely. Her brows were furrowed, as if she couldn't relax and was facing some kind of challenge.

Thinking back to the school communication system that had been distributed a couple of days ago, Zhang Huolong slapped his thigh.

Finally, it dawned on him: "Super strong? Isn't there some kind of competition tomorrow? A fighting competition?"

"Yes."

"No wonder Xiaoyue is like this, are you a little nervous?"

Tan Yue bit her chopsticks, glanced at Old Chen beside her, nodded heavily, and whispered, "A little."

"Haven't I been with you through so much special training? You should be in a very stable state of mind by now. Why are you in this state?"

Zhang Chaoqiang noticed that Tan Yue was acting strangely in real combat, appearing somewhat lost and dejected.

At this moment, Zhang Huolong seemed to recall the past, and he and Shen Qiangwei both put down their chopsticks.

Because it reminded me of the funny things that happened when I was young and impetuous.

Zhang Huolong: "Speaking of the fighting competitions you guys participated in, it reminds me of my days. I was all-powerful on Datong Street. I dare say that I single-handedly fought my way through the entire street back then, and I beat down everyone my age!"

Shen Qiangwei chimed in, "Yes, your dad was really fierce back then. He single-handedly took on the whole street! Once, he single-handedly dealt with everyone on the street who didn't like him, and that's how he became famous. After that, the street was named Datong Street!"

I think the street's name is probably a tribute to your father, because he single-handedly cleared the entire street, hence the name Datong Street (Great Passage Street). You could say it's named after your father's deeds!

Zhang Chaoqiang made no comment or response to this; let them say whatever they want, as long as they're happy.

Tan Yue was captivated by the story: "So Zhang Chaoqiang's parents are this amazing?"

But Old Chen wasn't going to let them get away with it and directly raised a question: "When was Datong Street named? In Earth year 980, if I'm not mistaken, you two were probably only five or six years old at the time. May I ask you?"

How could Datong Street possibly be a name that was redefined based on your amazing deeds, Dad?

Zhang Chaoqiang didn't expect Old Chen to be so meticulous. As for the story, he thought it was just something to listen to and forget. In this respect, the old man had his own stubbornness and persistence.

Upon hearing the question, Zhang Huolong's eyes lit up. He then praised Lao Chen, saying, "I didn't expect Lao Chen to have such a good memory and such rigorous logic."

You're right. I became the little tyrant of that street when I was exactly five years old, in the year 979 on Earth!

"..."

"Have a meal."

After the meal, Old Chen and Tan Yue left. Before leaving, Old Chen personally told Zhang Chaoqiang's family:

"Super strong, you might need to go there yourselves tomorrow, as it's not very convenient for us here..."

"Understood, Lao Chen and Xiao Yue, take care!"

After seeing the two off, Zhang Huolong reviewed the school newsletter again and learned that parents could accompany their children to the three-day martial arts competition held in Tianan City Martial Arts Hall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, who were quite interested, could see whether Zhang Chaoqiang could surpass his master.

Are you as brave and powerful as you were when you were fighting back then?

The area around the store was under renovation, so the working environment was really not good.

I'll take a couple of days off and accompany them tomorrow to watch Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue's fight match.

The next day, the martial arts competition was scheduled to start at nine o'clock, but the family still showed no sign of preparing to set off at eight o'clock.

The two sides are still arguing over how to travel.

Zhang Chaoqiang thought the martial arts arena was a bit far, and his flying ability was more than enough to carry the two of them, so there was no need to ride the electric ghost fire all the way.

But Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong refused no matter what they said. They just wouldn't have it. Anything that didn't fit their aesthetic would make them feel it was impolite. If others saw Zhang Chaoqiang's flying maneuvers, they would be the ones to get their three bedrooms and one living room deducted.

"The vote will decide."

Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong raised their hands: "Two to one, we've decided to travel by will-o'-the-wisp!"

Zhang Chaoqiang: "..."

He climbed onto his father's electric scooter, a ride he hadn't taken in a long time.

The journey was over twenty or thirty kilometers long and would take more than an hour. When they had traveled about a third of the way, Zhang Huolong, who had been stubborn just moments before, seemed to have wavered a bit…

By this time, both of their bottoms were starting to feel numb from sitting so long.

"I admit that what Chaoqiang just said does make sense."

After traveling about a few more kilometers...

My parents have gradually stopped being stubborn: "It's over 30 kilometers, and there's still half the journey... I should have just listened to Chaoqiang."

This was quite a challenge, really impressive. So later in the fighting competition, you absolutely have to crush all the other schools in Linhai Province, do it the coolest way possible, don't let your parents' trip be in vain, okay?

Shen Qiangwei slapped Zhang Huolong on the back: "Stop talking and hurry up! The fighting competition starts at nine o'clock, and it's already eight forty-five. The navigation says we're not even halfway there yet! We're going to be late!"

"So what if I'm late? I'll make my opponent wait forever, then I'll make a grand entrance in front of everyone and knock them off the stage with a single palm strike..." Zhang Huolong began to indulge in his fantasies from the novel.

Soon, Zhang Chaoqiang interrupted his fantasy: "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'm not participating in this martial arts competition."

"Oh."

"what?"

Two seconds later, the two of them exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so earlier, you're so amazing?"

"You didn't even ask."

Zhang Huolong was so angry he almost fainted, but since they were already there, they could at least see Tan Yue's performance and cheer her on.

At exactly nine o'clock, the basement of the Tianan City Martial Arts Hall was already packed with people, with a full 100,000 seats and an occupancy rate of almost 100%.

The 20,000-square-meter preparation area was filled with martial arts schools, each representing one of the top martial arts schools from different cities.

Cheers could be heard intermittently from the stands. The high school martial arts tournament was no small matter, and many people had come from other places to see what was going on.

Yuhua Martial Arts School from Tianan City, Leizhou University Affiliated First Martial Arts School from Fengzhou City, and Dongpeng Experimental Martial Arts School from Hailiu City.

Like a three-legged tripod, they occupied the three corners of the preparation area around the arena, making the other martial arts schools seem like mere foils to this competition. The most important thing was the performance of the Linhai F3 students.

Parents of students are seated at the back of the training area at Yuhua Martial Arts School.

A middle-aged man in a black overcoat, holding a dragon-patterned cane, with a cold expression, was also sitting among them.

Beside him were Lao Chen, who was wearing a vest, and Tan Yue.

The middle-aged man noticed that Tan Yue's eyes kept glancing upstairs, towards the entrance on the first floor.

"It's already nine o'clock, why isn't Zhang Chaoqiang here yet?"

The middle-aged man heard her muttering, but his expression remained unchanged, his posture remained the same, and he didn't move at all...

The martial arts competition had been going on for a little over ten minutes.

At the beginning, it was all small-scale competitions to warm up the atmosphere.

The teachers at Yuhua Martial Arts School and others didn't dwell on Zhang Chaoqiang's whereabouts, since it didn't matter whether he participated or not.

At 9:30.

A special light appeared at the entrance of the main building.

The warriors with keen ears heard the sound of the ghost fire generator and looked up.