In the Age of Mythology, I Evolved Into a Stellar Behemoth Chapter 4

  Chapter 4 Zhenwu

  Before going out in the morning, Chen Chu prepared the morning food for the newt avatar.

   It's just that before leaving, Zhang Xiaolan, who hadn't gone to work today, stopped them.

  At the gate of the old small courtyard, Zhang Xiaolan gently helped Chen Chu straighten his collar. Looking at the eldest son who was already as tall as her, his eyes were full of emotion.

   "Mom, is there anything else?" Chen Hu next to him was a little puzzled.

  Looking at the two sons, Zhang Xiaolan smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you and your brother that school just started, don't put too much pressure on it."

  Chen Hu didn't care and said: "It's just junior high school, I can keep up with whatever I learn."

  Looking at the tiger-headed second son, Zhang Xiaolan smiled wryly. Of course she wasn't worried about the second son.

   What she is worried about is the boss, who can practice real martial arts after high school, but not everyone has the talent for cultivation.

  The eldest son has been weak and sick since he was a child, and at first glance he is not a person who can practice martial arts, and the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In case of being hit...

  Chen Chu said calmly: "Mom, don't worry, I know it well."

   "...Okay." Zhang Xiaolan opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

  Waiting goodbye to Zhang Xiaolan, the two brothers Chen and Chu walked on the way to school.

   Along the way, you can see many students wearing school uniforms also going to school, some alone, some playing and playing together, and some riding bicycles.

  The federal schools are divided into districts, and all students go to the nearest school, so many of them wear the same school uniform as Chen Chu or Chen Hu.

  In the classroom, class monitor Lin Xue and committee member Yi Rui arrived early, and many students surrounded them chatting, which was very lively.

  As soon as Chen Chu sat down, Xia Youhui in front of him came over and said mysteriously, "Ah Chu, I already know why Yi Rui and the others became class leaders."

  ...Ah Chu, are we so familiar yet? Although complaining from the bottom of his heart, Chen Chu still asked curiously in cooperation.

"Why?"

   "It is said that the monitor's parents are strong practitioners. The class teacher must want to curry favor with her family."

   Well, both parents are strong practitioners.

  Chen Chu asked: "What about the other one?"

  Xia Youhui said in a low voice: "Yi Rui is not simple. His family is rich and powerful in the city. Maybe he sent a red envelope to the head teacher before the school started, saying hello."

  I see, there are classes in any world.

   "Don't talk about it everywhere." Finally, Chen Chu reminded Xia Youhui.

   Regardless of whether this is true or not, as a student, try not to talk about the class teacher behind his back, otherwise it will be bad for the other party to hear.

   "I know, I only told you about this, and I didn't tell anyone else." Xia Youhui blinked, as if I trusted you very much.

  At this moment, a math teacher came in, and the class fell silent.

  This world high school culture class is not very difficult. After listening to a class, Chen Chu went into a daze. Of course, he was actually distracted from controlling the newt clone at home to eat.

  The three classes in the morning passed quickly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

   After lunch, take a short break.

  All the first-year high school students came to the back of the school in a mighty manner. There are more than a dozen high-rise buildings distinguished by ABCD letters, surrounding the practice area composed of the central gymnasium.

  According to the class, Chen Chu and others came to the practice classroom on the fifth floor of Building B.

  In the 500-square-meter practice classroom, a stern-looking middle-aged man in his thirties stood on a high platform, behind him was a large screen five meters high and eight meters wide.

   After all the students stood up, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. His sharp eyes made everyone feel a pain in their eyes.

   Hiss!

  Many students were shocked from the bottom of their hearts. They didn't expect this teacher to be so scary just with his eyes.

  The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "My name is Pang Long, and I am your Zhenwu teacher in the first semester."

   "Next, I will first explain to you what is true martial arts."

   As he spoke, Pang Long pointed to a pile of cement slabs that had been prepared under the stage: "Do you see those cement slabs, come and carry them up."

   After a short pause, Yi Rui, the martial arts committee member, took the lead and walked out, followed by some boys, including Xia Youhui.

  There are six cement slabs, each about one meter long and wide, and ten centimeters thick, estimated to weigh more than 100 kilograms.

  So even if they are in a group of two, it is very difficult for the little fat man to lift them. At the same time, it shows that their strength seems to be a bit strong.

  According to Pang Long's request, Yi Rui and the others put the cement slabs upright on the table, forming a row of cement walls, not knowing what to do.

  Standing on the stage with his hands behind his back, Pang Long looked at the childish faces below, and said indifferently: "What is real martial arts? True martial arts means making fakes come true."

   "A few decades ago, martial arts and cultivation were just folklore, and they were jokingly called a showpiece, and they had no actual combat effect."

   "Even if you practice hard for twenty years, you can't stop a bullet."

  "But everything began to change in the new era. Some pioneers discovered that they could make falsehoods into reality, turning all the legends of the past into reality."

   "And this is Zhenwu."

  Boom 1

   As soon as the words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from Pang Long's body, like a sleeping monster suddenly waking up.

  The powerful aura was as real as it was, and the surrounding air was compressed with a dull explosion, forming circles of twisted air waves and strong winds around him, blowing his clothes and making them explode.

  Pang Long on the high platform flickered, and appeared in front of the table across three meters as if he had teleported. His right hand, which gathered terrifying power, clenched his fist and slammed it out.

  Because the strength was too strong, circles of transparent shock waves even appeared in front of his fist.

  Boom!

  Under the shocking eyes of most people who couldn't believe it, the six pieces of cement that were stacked together exploded loudly, filled with smoke and dust, and the momentum was terrifying.

  Under the strong force, countless pieces of gravel and mud scattered like cannonballs, crackling and smashing on the wall more than ten meters away, and smashing into small holes when they smashed.

   Fortunately, the direction of Pang Long's fist was to face downwards, otherwise, these gravels, which were as powerful as bullets, would fall on the students, enough to smash them into sieves.

   Gollum!

  Even Chen Chu swallowed this time.

  Although the information found on the Internet says that a powerful practitioner can sink an aircraft carrier and tear apart a giant beast, but after all, it is just words, and it is far from the shock of seeing it with one's own eyes.

   Moreover, the six cement slabs are nearly one meter thick, so even an anti-material sniper rifle may not be able to penetrate them, but at this time they were directly blasted by a punch.

  This kind of powerful force immediately made Chen Chu's blood boil, and he was full of expectations for the next training.

  On the podium, Pang Long stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the excited and flushed faces below, he was very satisfied with the effect of his punch.

   Waiting for the smoke and dust to disperse, Pang Long said slowly: "Next, start the first step of cultivation."

   "Everyone, wait a moment and meditate according to the pattern that appears on the display screen behind me, practice for an hour, and after the end, it will be the training class of the casting art."

   "By the way, who is the monitor?"

   "Me." Lin Xue in the front row took a step forward.

   "Are you, full of energy, not bad."

  Looking at the girl, Pang Long nodded and said, "Later, you explain to them what foundation building is, and come to me when someone meets the standards for building a foundation."

   "The martial arts committee member of this class, you are responsible for maintaining the order of the future training classes."

   "Yes, teacher." Yi Rui replied loudly.

   Immediately, Pang Long turned around and left, as neat and tidy as Chen Qi, the head teacher on the first day, leaving behind most of the students with bewildered faces.

   Is this the end?

  Why are all these teachers so busy?

  (end of this chapter)

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