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

On the spot, the organizers removed the arena where Tan Yue was standing. After three consecutive matches of her opponents making mistakes, and with this kind of bizarre operation, there must be something wrong with the arena.

When the [Blinding Eyes] technique was applied, it was mostly used for welding and did not last long, because Zhang Chaoqiang was also worried about being detected by others.

However, she underestimated Tan Tang. Tan Tang was the only person in the entire room who noticed the anomaly. Even though the time was short and the scorching light was not a ray and had no source, Tan Tang was able to subtly detect the brief malfunction that occurred on those spirit armors.

Tan Yue's victory was achieved with the help of someone in secret.

The only possibility is...

He turned his head slightly, and for the first time in two days, he looked directly at Tan Yue, who had just returned to her seat, while Old Chen next to her was smiling and praising her.

Old Chen noticed the unfriendly gaze and looked up to meet it head-on. The two were not of any direct class difference in status or position, and Old Chen was not hired by Tan Tang, so he naturally did not hold back.

"Besides this old ghost, no one else must possess such an imperceptible ability," Tan Tang thought. "But this is good too. It preserves the Tan family's reputation, and at the same time, it lets him know that Tan Yue is just an ordinary genius, not yet at a level of talent that can threaten him."

The news of their recent victory reached Tan Tianlun, who was far away in Zhongzhou City.

At this moment, on the -17th floor of the Dingsheng Building, the third tallest building in the world, Tan Tianlun received this news after undergoing brain treatment. The messenger naturally reported the good news and not the bad, simply stating that Tan Yue had defeated the opponent.

They remained silent about the opponent's mistakes.

This did help calm Tan Tianlun's fluctuating emotions after his treatment.

He nodded, which was a slight indication of his approval.

After the second day of the martial arts competition, 13 students from Zhang Chaoqiang's Class 1 of Grade 11 entered the top 32 in their respective tracks and are expected to compete in tomorrow's finals.

While Zhang Chaoqiang's family was arguing about how to leave, Jin Jia told them to calm down.

"Zhang Chaoqiang, I have something I want to give you, it's about the prize money and awards for this competition."

Then, just as Zhang Chaoqiang was about to follow the golden-armored man to the tenth floor of the martial arts arena, Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong breathed a sigh of relief and, wishing they could go as fast as they could, hurriedly said, "Chaoqiang, don't rush. You can fly back slowly later. We'll ride our bikes first!"

Without giving the two a chance, Zhang Chao forcibly took them along, and in front of everyone, he danced wildly and flew up to the entrance of the first floor before quickly slipping away.

The embarrassed parents were left clenching their teeth.

Ding!

Complete the [Disobedient] task.

Zhang Chaoqiang felt like he had discovered a new continent; he had found a way to quickly farm the [Disobedient] quest!

But now it's clear there's no time to try too much, so he let his parents off the hook.

The tenth floor of the martial arts arena is a series of display windows.

The prizes displayed there are for the top ten finishers in this martial arts competition.

Each track is a little different, and at the very front of the twelfth row are the prizes that belong to the champion.

"Let me briefly introduce these prizes that the Central Government has prepared for the martial arts competition for high school students in our coastal district."

Here's the thing, Zhang Chaoqiang, given your strength, you should have the championship titles in both the first-year boys' martial arts competition and the weapon fighting competition in your hands.

Therefore, we will award you the championship prize in advance. We, the organizers and even the leaders above us, feel very sorry that you were unable to go on stage to demonstrate your strength this time.

Not only the champion, but also the prizes and bonuses for the top ten in both tracks are compensation for you.

"... "

It seems that Zhang Chaoqiang's entire life has been one of being compensated.

From the top ten outstanding children in childhood, the explosion of the internal spiritual power detection instrument, the trials in the secret realm, to the current martial arts competition for high school students in Linhai Province.

Another ding.

[Compensation for Bystanders]: The good news is, you're a genius; the bad news is, you're a genius bystander. Growth Value +200

[Far Ahead]: 830/6000

Having received a series of prizes, Zhang Chaoqiang suddenly found himself in a difficult situation.

How can he possibly get all this stuff back?

He looked at the man in gold armor, who apologized, saying, "My car is full of wedding supplies."

So, after preparing a burlap sack to put inside, he tied it to his back and carried the large brown burlap sack on his back.

With its arms and legs flailing, it appeared to others as if it were joyfully leaping, slowly flying towards its home.

A dozen minutes later, he greeted Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, who were speeding along the road.

"Hello, Mom and Dad?"

The two turned around...

"I'm on top!"

The two looked up, as if they had seen a ghost.

Chapter 120 Fallacies? Truth!

Why are you carrying back a bunch of junk?

"And what's in this blackened bottle? Is it soil?"

"Huh, this transparent glass bottle contains a yellow liquid, and even some white foam. It looks just like the iced tea I had by my bedside in the early morning."

In the Weilong Tattoo Shop, Shen Qiangwei was fiddling with the prize that Zhang Chaoqiang had painstakingly carried back, while suspiciously picking up a bottle that looked like it contained iced tea.

Because Zhang Huolong was incredibly lazy, he always kept a bottle of iced tea on the floor next to his bed so he wouldn't have to get up at night.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have drawn her imagination to this side.

The three of them didn't go home. It was still early, so they decided to go back to the tattoo shop. The renovation of the hair salon had been completed yesterday, so they no longer had to endure the constant buzzing noise.

The dog lay by the door, waiting for the occasional betel nut that the neighbors would feed him. Zhang Huolong bent over, his head like a retractor, staring at the footage of the dog on his phone, recording today's material to upload later that night.

"Brothers, it's time for Langgou to eat..."

Zhang Chaoqiang, who carried a bunch of prizes home, must have expended a considerable amount of physical and spiritual energy.

After all, who would have thought that the prize for the champion of the higher-level martial arts competition, the melee competition, would be a soccer ball the size of a football that could transform into a complete set of cutting-edge armor, and a dull, grayish monster crystal core...

In total, it weighs over 300 kilograms.

Not to mention the other big and small gadgets, which were put into high-intensity training on Zhang Chaoqiang, who had only recently started flying.

Sinking and swaying, he initially flew desperately toward Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, hoping they would help share some of the weight.

But when they saw him, their parents looked like they'd seen a ghost. They sped off, and the modified electric scooter could go up to 120 km/h. It disappeared in a flash.

Having exhausted a great deal of energy, Zhang Chaoqiang realized he couldn't catch up with the ball anymore. Like a wounded little bird, he slowly made his way home.

The strange sight attracted the attention of many vehicles on the way home, who exclaimed in surprise, "What is that?"

Many vehicles were speeding, crossing solid lines, and running red lights…

Zhang Chaoqiang wanted to fly higher so as not to disrupt traffic, but he couldn't fly.

Finally, the traffic police notified the Extraordinary Administration Bureau, and the administrator drove Zhang Chaoqiang back home.

Lying casually on the ground are the prizes that most students yearn for and desire; some of them were developed internally by the central government and not available to the public.

Some are extremely rare, so rare that even money might not be enough to find them; of course, this only applies to the top three.

The prizes for 4-10 are mostly essential cultivation materials for martial artists, which are fairly common, but their value is not low.

So when Shen Qiangwei asked what this pile was, what it was called, and what its specific purpose was, Zhang Chaoqiang really couldn't answer.

Because Jin Jia hadn't told him at all, the teacher's mind was entirely focused on preparing for the wedding. After hurriedly handing over the prizes, he went to the wedding planning company to discuss matters.

And he added, "There will be a detailed explanation of the prizes before tomorrow's competition!"

Worried that his parents would treat it as junk, Zhang Chaoqiang gave them a word of advice and then prepared to put it away, deciding to study the armor later that night.

Meanwhile, in the hair salon next door, the employees were laughing and joking around.

The store is decorated with various colorful lights and fresh flowers, and it seems to be preparing to open in the next few days.

The interior design and decor were very luxurious, but the employees dressed in a very hip-hop style gave Shen Qiangwei a sense that there was a business opportunity there.

Shen Qiangwei walked out the door and met the group of hair salon employees.

They looked at each other in bewilderment. Shen Qiangwei was dressed in a dark style, with all sorts of silver studs on her body, but each one was just right and extremely beautiful.

Unlike those who go crazy and get piercings in their faces just to cosplay Pain.

Those trendy hairdressers glanced at Shen Qiangwei, who had more nails than they did, and Zhang Huolong, whose tattoos were more than all of them combined, and their voices suddenly became quiet.

Then they went about their own business, and no one noticed that Han Han, Han Wen, and Han Bing were not in the group at this time.

At the fruit stand in the alley next door.

Han Han and his two companions were there, their eyes burning as they secretly observed Zhang Chaoqiang's back as he packed up the prizes and put them into sacks through the crack in the window of the Weilong Tattoo Shop.

"Those are all good stuff." As Han Bing exclaimed, Han Wen casually weighed a bunch of grapes and ate them all.

Then her attention returned to the apple, and she kept crunching it down. Amidst Han Han's occasional "m3" sound, she puffed out one cheek and mumbled:

"That suit of armor isn't available on the market. It's level one, and it seems to use the crystal core of an Ironclad Heavy Rhinoceros as its power source, along with a lot of realgar liquid, which is extremely beneficial to a man's physique..."

"These are all good stuff. I heard there's a high school martial arts tournament going on soon. What? Did this kid go and rob the prizes beforehand?"

"That's not the key point. The key point is that these things are quite valuable, and he and his mother just casually piled them on the ground and even used burlap sacks to carry them?"

As a well-known family in the area, the Zhang family unwittingly became the subjects of Han Han's trio's observation. Any place could be a hiding place for strange beasts, and they couldn't let any opportunity slip by.

Zhang Chaoqiang, who was being observed, was unaware of this because Han Bing possessed the ability of [Disguise].

Through this ability, they are able to disguise themselves.

They make it impossible for those around them, or even detection instruments, to perceive their true strength, including but not limited to the intensity of spiritual power they possess.

This highly practical mechanism can be sustained for a long time.

In human cities, the Extraordinary Management Bureau strictly regulates the actions of martial artists.

However, as long as they don't discover that you are a martial artist, you can escape their rules and surveillance.

In reality, under the guise of their true identities, the three of them were just ordinary, strange, and trendy street urchins.

"We can't focus on him for too long. As a groundbreaking genius, the country must have people protecting him. Even if we're in disguise, it's best not to be too obvious," Han Bing advised.

“These past few days we’ve been checking and investigating the surrounding area to see if anything strange has happened… Let’s go.” Han Han pulled Han Wen, who was still being force-fed fruit, away.