Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Even the toughest fighters who have won world titles can't withstand more than a few moves.

Hong Kong TV broadcast the entire event live, with punches whistling and sweat flying in front of the camera, thrilling viewers on Earth.

For more than three months, hundreds of well-known figures in the fighting world failed to shake the instructor's position in the slightest.

Lin Quan eventually quietly removed the announcement from the arena.

Even his most ordinary instructors couldn't cross that threshold, so who would dare to stand on that red carpet and face him in a real fight?

"Instructor Qin, just how strong is Principal Zhong?"

"A hundred times better than me, if not more."

"A hundred times? Are you kidding me!"

"No one would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes—but the truth is the truth."

Hearing this repeatedly from different instructors, thousands of people shook their heads in disbelief.

"Brother Yong, back in your early days when you were involved with Juyitang, did you ever run into Zhong Guohong?"

I met him once at the old dock more than 20 years ago.

"What is his actual skill level?"

"Even if Qin Bo is incredibly strong, can he catch a bullet with his bare hands?"

"No matter how ingenious the attack method, dodging bullets might be barely possible, but taking a direct hit? Absolutely impossible."

"Back when Brother Hao was still alive, Chung Kwok-hung single-handedly took on all 103 members of our Juyitang..."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm a child?"

"With over a hundred of my brothers here, why would I lie to you?"

Long-buried news was unearthed, and when people heard that Chung Kwok-hung had once blocked bullets with his bare hands and broken steel bars, countless people were speechless for a long time.

After seeing off one old friend after another, and one classmate after another, Lin Quan felt as if a wet cotton wad was pressing on his chest.

He Yuzhu, who had been friends with He Yuzhu for forty years and had been completely open with him, ultimately could not withstand the dull knife of time.

Fortunately, Qin Jingru and the others were there to keep him company, so although life was simple, it wasn't too lonely.

At the beginning of the new century, he personally transferred all of his businesses—real estate, shipping, semiconductors, and energy—to the state.

For most of the time thereafter, he secluded himself in Shanshui Bay, practicing meditation in the morning and evening, occasionally taking an old sailboat out to sea to chase the wind and waves.

"He's one hundred years old."

"Sister Qin is gone."

"One hundred and twenty years old."

"Jingru is gone too."

……

"I wore it again?"

As his consciousness slowly returned, Zhong Guohong closed his eyes and sorted through the surging memories in his mind.

Living to 149 years old in a previous life is a miraculously long time for an ordinary person.

One by one, the people around him left, and his attachment to this world was worn down by the years until it was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Seventeen years old, Chung Kuo-hung, Abraham High School, Los Angeles, California, still a boy in a school uniform?"

He sat up abruptly and walked to the mirror. The boy in the mirror had sharp brow bones, broad shoulders, and a well-proportioned and powerful physique.

"His facial features haven't changed, he's 1.85 meters tall, weighs 80 kilograms, and his physique remains solid."

In this life, he became Chung Kwok-hung—grown up in an orphanage and adopted by a Chinese couple at the age of six.

Her adoptive father, Zhong Baitao, and adoptive mother, Li Wan, died in a car accident two years ago, leaving no trace of their deaths.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table: 2:00 AM.

Chung Kwok-hung meditated and regulated his breathing, examining his own body inward:

"The Yin and Yang True Qi has vanished; my spiritual power can only cover a radius of ten meters, and at most lift a one-kilogram weight."

He took a deep breath, his eyes growing serious: "Since I have come into this body, I shall accept this fate—from this day forward, I am Chung Kwok-hung."

Shaking off distracting thoughts, he opened his laptop and tapped a few times on the keyboard.

"Professor X, Magneto, Wolverine, Storm, X-Men?"

A string of terms popped up on the webpage, and he stared at the screen, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"The most important thing right now is to make sure that we can truly stand on our own two feet."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chung Kwok-hung calmly circulated the Yin-Yang True Scripture.

"The meditation method for this technique is progressing very slowly."

After enduring more than an hour, he finally managed to condense a faint wisp of innate true energy, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Focus on mastering the Dragon Elephant Undying Technique first—once your bones and muscles are strengthened, it's not too late to go back and refine your Yin-Yang True Qi."

He rolled over and jumped up, clenching his teeth and enduring the tearing, aching pain, and began to stretch and press his legs.

At the age of seventeen, one's physique is already fully formed, and every stretch feels like walking on a knife's edge—bitter, heavy, and excruciating.

His stomach was rumbling, so he quickly made a hot meal; he didn't drive to school until Monday morning.

As soon as he parked the car, a few casual words drifted into his ears, and Zhong Guohong paused.

"Andrew, Matt, Steve? Aren't they the main characters from Chronicle?"

"The X-Men storyline isn't even clear yet, and now this new group has appeared... Sigh!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he smiled slightly—that crystal was simply a gift from heaven.

It can awaken mental power with just one touch; if you take it first, it will become your trump card.

Even after being stuffed into a clone of Earth and traversing various realms, this ability will still follow you like a shadow.

High school coursework was thin and boring, but he persevered until school was over. He started the engine, lightly pressed the accelerator, and wandered around the city aimlessly.

Andrew and the other two showed no signs of psychic energy fluctuations, indicating that the crystal had not yet appeared.

To prevent the future rampage and tragedy, he decided to act before fate could intervene.

As long as the crystal is in the bag, Andrew won't be bleeding in the streets, and Steve won't be struck by lightning and turned into charred remains.

In less than three days, he found a secluded cave in the countryside.

Descending the steps, in just a short while, a bright white, ten-foot-tall luminous crystal suddenly appeared before our eyes.

He brushed aside the surface rubble, and with a thought, the crystal vanished.

A slight tremor in the sea of ​​consciousness—a new super-powered crystal is added within the replicated Earth.

"Should we put it back? Forget it, it's best to lock up such a dangerous thing."

He was worried that the energy emanating from the crystal would disturb and replicate the Earth's ecosystem, so he immediately sealed it with a double layer of vacuum glass and titanium alloy.

"My nose is bleeding... This body is ridiculously weak."

He casually copied a soft towel and pressed it against his nose. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to activate his mental power.

"The limit of object manipulation is actually much higher than that of mental power?"

With a slight mental focus, a motorcycle levitated and hovered half a foot in the air, completely still.

Although his divine consciousness from his previous life has dissipated, his current spiritual foundation is still more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and he instantly withdrew from the cloned Earth.

"High school textbooks are all the same, so why not skip a grade and take the college entrance exam?"

"Professor X is a graduate of Harvard, Oxford, and Columbia University."

"With such a shallow education, I won't even be able to get close to the big shots in the future."

Back in his room, he turned on the hot water valve, and the bathtub quickly filled with steam.

He leaned back and immersed himself in it, staring at the ceiling, and chuckled silently.

Young people are full of vigor and their restlessness is always surging in the shadows.

"My house is over 180cm tall, I'm over 180cm tall, I don't have 180cm in savings, but I have 180 brothers."

"Of the four items, 180 is the minimum; two are over the limit, one is just right, but the savings account is just short of the minimum."

After soaking in the water for more than half an hour, he changed into plain pajamas and sat cross-legged to practice his exercises again.

His mental energy supported his limbs like silk threads, helping him to steadily complete each twisting movement.

The rhythm was gentle, the muscles and tendons were not injured, yet they quietly relaxed and became more flexible.