Chapter 4 True Martial Arts
Before going out in the morning, Chen Chu prepared the morning food for the newt clone.
But before leaving, Zhang Xiaolan, who had not gone to work today, stopped them.
At the door of the old courtyard, Zhang Xiaolan gently helped Chen Chu straighten his collar. She looked at her eldest son, who was already as tall as her, with emotion in her eyes.
“Mom, is there anything else?” Chen Hu next to him was a little confused.
Looking at his two sons, Zhang Xiaolan smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you and your brother that school has just started, so don't be too stressed."
Chen Hu said nonchalantly: "It's just junior high school. I can keep up with whatever I learn."
Looking at her middle-aged son, Zhang Xiaolan smiled bitterly. Of course she wasn't worried about her second son. He was smart and active since he was a child, and his health and academic performance were both good.
What she is worried about is the boss. After high school, you can practice real martial arts, but not everyone has the talent to practice.
The eldest son has been frail and sick since he was a child. It seems that he is not a person who can practice martial arts. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If he is hit...
Chen Chu said calmly: "Mom, don't worry, I know what's going on."
“…Okay.” Zhang Xiaolan opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing more.
Farewell to Zhang Xiaolan, the two brothers Chen and Chu were walking on their way to school.
Along the way, you can see many students in school uniforms going to school, some alone, some playing in groups, and some riding bicycles.
Schools in the federation are divided into districts, and all students go to school nearby, so many people wear the same school uniform as Chen Chu or Chen Hu.
In the classroom, squad leader Lin Xue and committee member Yi Rui arrived early. Many students were chatting around them, which was very lively.
As soon as Chen Chu sat down, Xia Youhui in front of him came over and said mysteriously: "A Chu, I already know why Yi Rui and the others became class cadres."
…Achu, are we so familiar? Although he was complaining in his heart, Chen Chu still asked curiously in cooperation.
"Why?"
“It is said that the monitor’s parents are strong cultivators. The monitor must be trying to curry favor with her family.”
Well, my parents are both strong practitioners.
Chen Chu asked: “Where is the other one?”
Xia Youhui whispered: "Yin Rui is not simple either. His family is rich and powerful in the city. Maybe he gave the class teacher a red envelope and said hello before school started."
So that’s it, classes exist no matter what world you are in.
“Don’t talk about this everywhere.” Finally, Chen Chu reminded Xia Youhui.
Whether this is true or not, as a student, you should try not to talk about the class teacher behind his back, otherwise it will not be good for the other party.
“I know, I only told you about this, and I didn’t tell anyone else.” Xia Youhui blinked, as if he trusted you very much.
At this time, a math teacher came in and the class fell silent.
High school culture classes in this world are not very difficult. After listening to one class, Chen Chu fell into a daze. Of course, he was actually distracted by controlling the axolotl clone at home to eat.
The three classes in the morning passed quickly, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.
Have lunch and take a short rest.
All the first-year high school students came to the back of the school in large numbers. A dozen tall buildings distinguished by ABCD letters surrounded the training area formed by the central gymnasium.
According to class, Chen Chu and others came to the training classroom on the fifth floor of Building B.
In a training classroom of 500 square meters, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a stern expression stood on a high platform. Behind him was a large screen that was five meters high and eight meters wide.
When all the students stood up, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze made everyone feel like their eyes were hurting.
His!
Many students were shocked. They didn't expect that the teacher's gaze could be so scary.
"Next, I will explain to you what Zhenwu is." As he spoke, Pang Long pointed to a pile of cement boards that had been prepared under the stage: "If you see that there are no cement boards, a few boys will carry them up."
After just a brief pause, martial arts committee member Yi Rui took the lead and walked out, followed by other boys, including Xia Youhui.
There are six cement boards, each about one meter long, one meter wide and ten centimeters thick. It is estimated to weigh more than 100 kilograms.
Hence, even if they were working in a group of two, it would be very difficult for them to lift the little fat man. At the same time, the side shows that their strength seems to be a bit strong.
According to Pang Long's request, Yi Rui and the others put the cement boards up on the table and stacked them into a row of cement walls. They didn't know what to do.
Standing on the stage with his hands behind his hands, Pang Long looked at the childish faces below and said calmly: "What is true martial arts? True martial arts is to refine falsehood into reality."
“A few decades ago, martial arts and self-cultivation were just folklore and were jokingly called flowery, without any actual effect.”
“Even if you practice hard for twenty years, you still can’t stop a bullet.”
“But all this began to change in the new era. Some pioneers discovered that they could turn falsehood into reality and turn legends from the past into reality.”
“And this is Zhenwu.”
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from Pang Long's body, like a sleeping giant suddenly waking up.
That powerful momentum was like substance. It pressed the surrounding air with a dull explosion, forming circles of twisted air waves and strong winds around him, making his clothes explode.
Pang Long's figure on the high platform swayed, and he appeared in front of the table across three meters as if teleporting. He made a fist with his right hand that gathered terrible power, and punched out.
Because the power was so strong, circles of transparent shock waves even appeared in front of his fist.
Boom!
Under the shocked eyes of most people who couldn't believe it, six pieces of cement stacked together exploded, filling the air with smoke and dust, and the sound was terrifying.
Under the powerful force, countless pieces of gravel and mud were scattered like cannonballs, hitting the wall more than ten meters away, and smashing into small craters.
Fortunately, the direction of Pang Long's punch was to the side, otherwise the gravel, which was as powerful as bullets, would fall on the students and beat them into pieces.
Gulu!
Even Chen Chu swallowed his saliva this time.
Although the information found on the Internet said that powerful practitioners can sink aircraft carriers and tear apart giant beasts, after all, they are just words and are far less shocking than seeing them in person.
Moreover, the six concrete slabs were nearly one meter thick, and even an anti-material sniper rifle might not be able to penetrate them, but at this time they were directly exploded by a punch.
This kind of powerful force immediately made Chen Chu's blood boil, and he was full of expectations for the next practice.
On the podium, Pang Long stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the excited faces below, and was very satisfied with the effect of his punch.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pang Long slowly said: "Next, let's start the first step of cultivation."
“Everyone, wait and meditate according to the pattern that appears on the screen behind me. Practice for an hour. After that, there will be a training class for the Body Casting Technique.”
“By the way, who is the squad leader?”
“Me.” Lin Xue, who was in the front row, took a step forward.
“You, you are full of energy, not bad.”
Glancing at the girl, Pang Long nodded and said, "Explain to them what foundation building is later, and come to me when someone meets the criteria for foundation building."
“As the martial arts committee member of this class, you are responsible for maintaining the order of future training classes.”
“Yes, teacher.” Yin Rui responded loudly.
Pang Long then turned around and left, as neatly as Chen Qi, the class teacher on the first day, leaving behind most of the students who looked confused.
That’s it?
Why do all these teachers look so busy?
(End of this chapter)