Chapter 244

"Of course it's true, Uncle Luo, look, this is Fengzi's certificate."

Zhang Jie took a certificate out of Luo Feng's pocket and handed it to Luo Hongguo.

This certificate is exactly the senior martial arts gym student certificate issued by the Extreme Martial Arts Gym.

With it, one can go to the Extreme Martial Arts Gym to use instruments such as the punch strength tester,

speed tester, and nerve reaction tester, and can also apply for a private personal training room.

It can be said that although the Extreme Martial Arts Gym did not give senior martial arts gym students any treatment such as money or positions,

the supplementation of training resources such as training equipment and training space has been filled to the brim.

It can be said that every senior martial arts gym student is a prospective martial artist in waiting.

Not to mention that senior martial arts gym students can also receive guidance from martial arts gym instructors.

You must know that even in a "small place" like the Yian District branch, which is relatively small compared to the main Extreme Martial Arts Gym,

every official instructor is a master who starts as an official martial artist.

"This is great!"

Luo Hongguo's joy was beyond words.

As an ordinary worker, he knew clearly that with his salary of 3000 yuan a month,

he could not provide any help for the future of his two sons at all, and they could only rely on their own struggle.

Now that his eldest son Luo Feng's future has some guarantee, how could this not make him happy?

"Oh, by the way, Ah Jie, come in and sit for a while."

Coming back to his senses from his excitement, Luo Hongguo remembered that he hadn't let Zhang Jie enter the house yet.

"Uncle Luo, I still have some things to do, so I won't go in, another day, let's do it another day."

Knowing that Luo Feng's low-rent housing is a one-bedroom, one-living room apartment with an area of only about 36 square meters,

and that four people have to live in it, the space has never been very spacious, so Zhang Jie politely refused.

It didn't matter when he was young, but now that he has grown up, he has to consider some things after all.

"Then come again another day."

Luo Hongguo, who also knew what his family's situation was, did not force it.

"Are Aunt Gong and Ah Hua not here?"

To prevent Luo Hongguo from being embarrassed, Zhang Jie casually found a topic.

Aunt Gong's name is Gong Xinlan, and she is Luo Hongguo's spouse, that is, the mother of our cosmic bully Luo Feng.

As for Luo Hua, he is Luo Feng's younger brother who was disabled in his childhood due to a car accident.

"Hey, your Aunt Gong is working overtime today, as for Xiao Hua, it is said that he has some projects to do."

Luo Hongguo replied simply.

"Oh."

Zhang Jie nodded knowingly.

It seems that no matter in which era, working overtime seems to be unavoidable.

Bosses always try their best to squeeze the surplus value of these cow-and-horse workers as much as possible.

Luo Hua was disabled in both legs due to a car accident in his childhood and could not practice martial arts,

and because he was very talented in his studies, he attended the First High School of Yian District.

This is a key high school in Yian District, mainly cultivating high-IQ students who cannot become martial artists.

High-IQ students, after all, always have to do some research.

After chatting casually for a few sentences, Zhang Jie proposed to say goodbye.

After taking a taxi home, back and forth, the time had already reached the evening.

Although Zhang Jie's home in this life cannot be considered wealthy, it is barely okay,

and the house he lives in is about the same as the high-rise residential area before he crossed over.

Well, because fierce beasts run rampant in the wilderness, humans are forced to live in base cities with relatively small areas,

and in order to make the most efficient use of limited land,

most ordinary people in various base cities live in high-rise buildings that are dozens of meters high, have dozens of floors,

and one building is enough to house hundreds of households.

Houses like single-family villas with enough space and greenery,

are luxury goods that only a few powerful people and martial artists can afford to live in.

It is no wonder that when large forces such as the Thunder Martial Arts Gym, the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, and the military recruit martial artists,

they will all provide a benefit—the right to live in a single-family villa.

It can only be said that this can also be considered a kind of adaptation to local conditions.

"It's time."

In the training room transformed from a room in his home, Zhang Jie sat cross-legged and took a deep breath.

He stretched his body, and according to the requirements of the Five Hearts Toward Heaven Technique, he formed a posture with his palms,

soles of his feet, and the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head facing the sky while sitting cross-legged.

*Thump, thump, thump! *

As he began to enter meditation, the noise in his ears, the images in his eyes,

and the taste and smell in his mouth and nose all disappeared, leaving only the vigorous and powerful,

drum-like heartbeat sound showing his existence.

*Whoosh, whoosh. *

Slowly, the sound of blood flowing through his limbs and bones, delivering oxygen and nutrients to every cell,

and then transporting metabolic waste such as carbon dioxide away, became intense,

like a great river flowing, with waves crashing against the shore.

Great music is silent, great form is shapeless.

Eventually everything disappeared, and everything fell into darkness.

Suddenly, dots of light, yet also like filaments,

emitting indescribable light, appeared in Zhang Jie's perception.

These peculiar substances, specifically perceived as "cool breaths," wandered constantly around his body.

*This is Cosmic Energy! *

Although he had never seen Cosmic Energy before, Zhang Jie knew the name of this substance immediately.

*Next, it is time to introduce Cosmic Energy into the body. *

Zhang Jie's mind moved, and his spiritual power turned into an invisible hand,

"grabbing" toward a filament of Cosmic Energy.

Cosmic Energy had no reaction, just letting Zhang Jie's hand grab it,

and sent it to the absorption channel recorded in the "Five Hearts Toward Heaven Technique" at the palm.

The Baihui acupoint on the top of the head concerns the brain, and he would not joke about such an important organ.

Even if a Senator-level powerhouse's brain is injured, it will be amnesia at best, or becoming an idiot at worst.

If the brain is ground into powder, the one who should die will still die!

Even if it is as perverted as Luo Feng, when he was shot in the head by an E9 laser gun,

it was because of the protection of the Mechanical Race spaceship that he survived.

Generally speaking, only after becoming an Immortal-level powerhouse,

can one easily recover after being shot in the head, instead of dying as a result.

But for an Immortal-level powerhouse, the brain is also a vital organ,

in charge of thinking and memory; once shot in the head, combat power will also drop significantly,

giving powerhouses of the same level an opportunity, and thus threatening their lives.

Withdrawing his somewhat scattered thoughts, Zhang Jie controlled that filament of Cosmic Energy to enter his body through his palm.

"Hiss!"

Even with Zhang Jie's body, which was already impervious to cold and heat,

he couldn't help but shiver the moment he came into contact with Cosmic Energy.

If a martial artist lower than a prospective martial artist came into contact with it, I'm afraid they would be directly frozen into an "ice cube,"

which would manifest in reality as being severely injured or directly dying from genetic collapse!

As Zhang Jie continued to practice according to the training method recorded in the "Five Hearts Toward Heaven Technique,"

this filament of cosmic energy slowly transformed into another kind of energy.

The moment this kind of energy appeared, a feeling that was difficult to describe in words,

just like being hungry for a long, long time, every inch of skin, every blood vessel, every muscle,

every cell was telling of their hunger, appeared in Zhang Jie's heart.

He only felt that he seemed to have never been full in his life,

and now even if there was a cow in front of him, he could swallow it all into his stomach!