Chapter 115: Dragon Collision
The walls of the underground floor of the martial arts hall are decorated with specially made psychic lamps.

It is dazzling but not irritating to the eyes.

Under the soft white light of the martial arts hall.

The angel eyes on the will-o'-the-wisp, circles of cheap lamp beads glowing with purple-red ring-shaped light, shine in and pass over the heads of parents, students and teachers.

The same can be said for the Northern Lights.

Against the backdrop of white,
The purple-red color is particularly eye-catching.

In addition, when entering the entrance of the martial arts hall on the first floor, the front wheel hit the doorstep and Zhang Huolong's finger accidentally touched the horn button.

The scene of watching the martial arts competition with great concentration was not completely silent, but from time to time there were some sounds of fighting, collisions, friction of students fighting, sounds of martial arts, and shouts.

These sounds are appropriate after all, and blend in with the scene. But the horn sound with similar decibels is particularly harsh after being transmitted one floor high.

It's like the sudden sound of a musician playing the piano in a neat and tidy concert hall. The decibel level is about the same, but it's very noticeable.

Everyone in the audience saw Zhang Huolong holding the handlebars.

He seemed to be arguing with the martial arts hall: "Why can't I find a place to go down?"

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei looked left and right. Apart from the exquisitely carved wooden railings surrounding a circle in front of them, which were hollowed out at the bottom, they could directly see the arena and audience seats on the underground floor.

There are no stairs or vehicle access nearby.

Zhang Chaoqiang suddenly remembered that when kindergarten and elementary school started, his parents also rode their bicycles and wanted to take him directly to the classroom, but fortunately, the security guard stopped them at that time.

The security here is not very good...

Zhang Chaoqiang said in a low voice: "The elevator is next to Gate A. Dad, please be good and park the car in the parking lot. We will take the elevator down."

Zhang Huolong did not notice the people on the underground floor. He and Shen Qiangwei just felt that under the coercion of Zhang Chaoqiang, the 2 kilometers of daily exercise had made them exhausted.

Now I am unwilling to even take a few steps.

"Will the elevator be able to accommodate us and the car?"

You don’t listen, do you?

Zhang Chaoqiang is getting excited. Dad and Mom are so stubborn, right?

"Mom and Dad, I remember you said that my flying posture would make you feel a little embarrassed, right?"

Shen Qiangwei quickly corrected: "No, no, no, it's not that it will embarrass us, but it will make you feel rude.

Just think about it, our Chaoqiang is such a powerful person, and he can fly. If others see such a strange flying posture..."

"Hey! Chaoqiang, what are you doing?"

As the saying goes, hit the snake at its most vulnerable part, Zhang Chaoqiang decided to sacrifice himself to teach his parents a lesson. He clamped his legs tightly around the Ghost Fire chair, and the weight of his parents plus the chair weighed about 400 kilograms.

But for "serious" flying, it's just a piece of cake.

Zhang Chaoqiang flapped his arms like a butterfly flapping its wings, and waved his five fingers together, causing the car and the people to float up. When they passed the railing, Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong looked down and saw the crowded underground floor...

Damn...

Zhang Chaoqiang's violent shaking and struggling created a gust of wind that made it difficult for them to breathe. In less than ten seconds, the three people and the car landed safely on the ground.

There were forty-eight arenas in total, and all the students who were engaged in intense combat on them stopped their movements.

In addition, the venue accommodated tens of thousands of spectators and parents.

The entire Linhai Province and its surrounding areas are full of prominent people, including entrepreneurs, powerful warriors, provincial politicians, and so on.

They all cast curious glances at Zhang Huolong and his companions.

Among them, Zhang Chaoqiang felt the most special one. Being in Tan Yue's position, he saw a person sitting in front of Tan Yue and Lao Chen...

A middle-aged man in black, he sat upright with dignity, his hands crossed, holding a cane, or a scepter, carved with a five-clawed golden dragon in front of him. The jade ring in his hand gently rubbed the golden dragon on the head of the cane, as if to soothe the dragon's emotions.

His expression was cold and majestic, and the aura he exuded was so solemn that it would make others forget his face.

At this moment, the man's muscles on the side of his cheek behind his molars tightened and bulged slightly.

This meant that he clenched his back teeth.

The stubborn man with dragon and tiger tattoos, the true form of Fire Dragon Rose is revealed.

With super strong flying posture, who can match it with a starting point of 500?
Exactly as described.

Those present were more or less well-known, and they were not just passers-by who liked to watch the fun.

He turned his face away in an instant and continued to focus his attention on the ring, and the fight continued in an orderly manner.

It's like nothing happened.

Anyway, Zhang Chaoqiang is not participating in the martial arts competition, so the family can do whatever they like...

Zhang Huolong's fingers turned blue as he held the brakes tightly. Shen Qiangwei's eyes were wandering in the sky, and both of them had their toes on the ground.

They felt disrespectful and ashamed for their son. They felt that Zhang Chaoqiang was no longer so stable in the eyes of his classmates and others.

The staff of the martial arts hall trotted over and said carefully, "Mr. Zhang, I'll help you park your car in the parking lot. Is that okay with you?"

"No need, we'll fly up later..."

"No, hurry up, beautiful lady, thank you."

……

There are different levels of status in the areas where parents and students take their seats.

The man in black was sitting at the head seat, and no one else was sitting next to him.

The second row includes Lao Chen, Tan Yue, and Zhu Bobi’s customers.

After some trouble, Zhang Chaoqiang and his family of three found a chair and squeezed in next to Old Chen Tan Yue and sat down.

Not only Zhang Chaoqiang, Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong also felt that the person sitting at the front seemed to have eyes on his back, always giving them a feeling of being stared at.

Considering the scene that Zhang Chaoqiang saw just now with the other person's back teeth clenched, it seems that he should be Tan Yue's father.

But, what about her mother?
Tan Yue spoke much less and became more reserved. After greeting Zhang Chaoqiang, she began to prepare for the upcoming battle.

"Brother Qiang!" Zhu Bobi next to him whispered. He and the customers came over. Their parents also looked like big shots.

"Uncle and aunt!" Without thinking, they addressed them directly, and then continued: "You missed the opening ceremony of the martial arts competition. Although Brother Qiang will not participate this time, for the sake of the viewing experience of uncles and aunts, let me introduce today's competition system!"

After the introduction, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei didn’t understand, which was normal, but it was okay as long as Zhang Chaoqiang understood it.

This year's fighting competition has two tracks, namely fighting with weapons and fighting with weapons.

A fight is a competition of spiritual levels, equipped with armor, spiritual weapons, etc. to control the battle.

It is mainly divided into three levels: Grade 1, Grade 2 and Grade 3, and each level is divided into two groups, male and female.

Therefore, there are 12 projects in total, and in the end the top ten of these projects will be selected, and only the top ten will receive awards.

As for the prizes and the rules of the fighting competition, they will be announced on the second or third day.

The competition lasts for three days. The first day is the knockout round. All students from the martial arts schools will fight ten times. The top 256 with the most wins will advance.

On the second day, 256 players will advance to the top 32, and on the third day, the champion, runner-up and third place will be decided.

It only lasts three days in total, nothing fancy.

Perhaps the preparations were very grand, after all, this was the province's annual high school fighting competition, but Zhang Chaoqiang's mind was on flying and training these days, and he didn't feel too much about this tense, exciting and exciting fighting atmosphere.

After all, he didn’t participate...

The knockout round is going on now, and many students are accumulating wins.

While they were talking, people kept walking around in the area between schools. As the first martial arts school affiliated to Leizhou University, one of Linhai F3, there were many amazing talents among them.

The junior high school was originally Yuhua Martial Arts School, but during the high school entrance examination it was recruited by Leizhou Martial Arts School with a large sum of money. One of the students, a tall guy named Fan Xiaoyong, came to challenge them.

"Oh? God, Zhu Bobi, you guys are not ready and are still chatting? It seems that you have already won and don't take our Leizhou Martial Arts School seriously..."

The tall man is a head taller than the customer. Conservative estimates suggest he is at least two meters tall.

As soon as he got close, the atmosphere was filled with gunpowder. As the most outstanding talents in the senior class of Leizhou Martial Arts School, he, the customer, and Shi Dong from Dongpeng Martial Arts School had a great chance of competing for the championship of the senior class group in this martial arts competition.

Among them, Zhang Chaoqiang felt that the other party's spiritual power was also amazing. Although it did not reach 500, it was still one point stronger than the customer.

Zhu Bobi sneered at his provocation: "That's right, you are the strongest freshman in Leizhou Martial Arts School this year, and you also graduated from our Yuhua Martial Arts School. Do you think we still need to take you seriously?"

"You only have a mouth left." Fan Xiaoyong's expression clearly no longer had the relaxed and teasing look it had before.

“No, no, we at Yuhua Martial Arts School have already given you a lot of face. We are afraid that you so-called chosen ones from other martial arts schools will have no place to display your talents and strengths.

I also specifically requested our Brother Qiang not to participate in this martial arts competition for the time being, otherwise I will let you see what it means to have two tracks blossom and what it means to have a high school martial arts championship and a crushing monopoly! "

"You..." He had come here to be sarcastic, but he didn't expect Zhu Bobi to be so rude to him in front of the parents and teachers around him... Fan Xiaoyong was choked instantly.

Then he took a close look at Zhang Chaoqiang, who was explaining the combat skills and key points to Tan Yue. Originally, their school had extended an olive branch to him, but unfortunately, they were unable to enroll Zhang Chaoqiang in the end.

He staggered back, and before leaving he said to himself:
"Zhang Chaoqiang doesn't meet the requirements to participate in the martial arts competition. This is a high school martial arts competition. He is not even old enough to be a high school student. He is not qualified to participate in the competition at all. How can he crush us?"

"..."

These words caught everyone around them off guard.

It seemed as if Zhang Chaoqiang was older than a high school student, and his righteous words seemed reasonable at first glance.

Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong didn't understand much about their fighting tactics.

They were concentrating on watching the fight on the field. Zhang Huolong was still thinking: "It's not like the boxing I usually watch. It doesn't have that feeling of each punch hitting the flesh."

"It's boring."

This sentence may sound arrogant if spoken by someone else, but when it comes from Zhang Huolong's mouth, it may really mean nothing.

Because he was still an ordinary person, he had no way of feeling how powerful the students' attacks were hidden beneath their light offensives.

"Is this a fake match?" Zhang Huolong suddenly asked loudly, because he saw a student from Lianjiang Martial Arts School on one of the stages, slapping a student from the school in a seemingly ordinary way...

There were wounds of varying degrees on the body, and blood was gushing out of the entire body, which was extremely violent.

He was immediately carried away by medical staff for treatment.

In response to the situation of Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, Yuhua Martial Arts School did not stop their noisy behavior, but instead assigned several senior teachers.

A detailed and patient explanation was given to Zhang Chaoqiang's parents.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Chaoqiang didn't personally explain martial arts to them was because, based on their ability to understand...

There's no point in explaining it.

"So, is this a serious fighting match, or a performance-style boxing match like WWE? Or is it a performance like a martial arts exercise?"

It was not until 11 o'clock that the teachers who explained to them were sweating profusely.

After all, they gave up this most difficult thing, and they could more or less understand the generation gap between them and their child Zhang Chaoqiang in their daily lives.

"It's not good to watch. When will it be your turn to be super strong? When can you show your strength to your parents? It's too boring..."

"I am not participating in this martial arts competition."

"why?"

Zhang Chaoqiang: “…”

Shen Qiangwei: "What about Xiaoyue? Is Xiaoyue ready? When do you plan to go up?"

After some psychological preparation by Zhang Chaoqiang, Tan Yue was full of confidence, but her eyes were fixed on the man in black in front of her, as if waiting for an instruction.

Zhang Chaoqiang's words are not very effective either.

Until the man slowly turned his head, only her profile was seen. Without any words or eyes, he told Tan Yue with his actions that it was time for her to go on stage.

What a strange atmosphere! Zhang Chaoqiang frowned and thought about it. It seemed that Tan Yue's father came to test her practice results over the past few days.

It seems very strict.

Each person has a total of ten challenge opportunities, which means that the top 256 players with the most cumulative wins in the ten battles can advance.

Tan Yue's performance will ensure her advancement, but Zhang Chaoqiang is somewhat unhappy with this man's attitude, so he wants to use his abilities to help Tan Yue, allowing her to win more elegantly and give her indifferent father some surprise?
While Tan Yue was on stage to challenge, Zhang Huolong pulled his chair and leaned forward, and he stuck his head out.

As if he had seen the interaction between the two just now, he finally couldn't help but ask: "You are Xiaoyue's father, right?"

After a long absence, the man looked back holding his crutch. He clearly saw that there was also a five-clawed golden dragon tattooed on Zhang Huolong's shoulder.

It is exactly the same as the dragon carved on the walking stick.

He looked directly at Zhang Huolong, and the muscles behind his cheeks tensed again.

"I am considered her brother."

(End of this chapter)