Under the setting sun, Chen Chu was walking on the way home from school with a shoulder bag on his back.

Vehicles passed by on the roadside from time to time, and the loudspeakers of the clothing stores on the street shouted that they were having a big sale and offering 50% off. In the sky, a passenger plane rushed into the clouds.

These images of modern civilization always gave Chen Chu a sense of disharmony, as if they were incompatible with the Zhenwu style he practiced.

Chen Chu couldn't help but sigh: "What a complicated world."

And time flies so fast, it's almost been a month. Recalling everything that happened during this period, Chen Chu couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

Compared to the previous life where he went to get off work and came home on time, lived one day at a time, and was overwhelmed by the pressure of mortgage and dowry, Chen Chu prefers the present time.

But... there was a hint of sadness in Chen Chu's eyes.

Fortunately, he still has an older brother, and the compensation for his accidental death is enough for them to support themselves in their old age.

Thoughts were floating in his mind, and Chen Chu stopped while walking. There was a red light ahead.

There were also some people around him waiting for the traffic lights, including men and women shopping, office workers going home for dinner, and some elderly people taking a walk.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Chen Chu inexplicably felt that they were very fragile.

It seemed that as long as he touched them with a little force, these ordinary people would be injured. No, it was not "seemingly", but he was indeed very strong now.

He was so powerful that he could kill an ordinary person with one punch, and he had this illusion even though he had only entered the first level.

No wonder schools and government officials have formulated strict rules requiring practitioners not to use force to intimidate or harm ordinary people, otherwise they will be severely punished.

Compared with ordinary people, practitioners are completely another species.

Of course, while there are strict restrictions on practitioners, there are also some restrictions regarding ordinary people who take the initiative to provoke trouble.

But no matter how restrictive these laws and regulations are, looking through the surface to the essence, Chen Chu keenly noticed that the power of the Federation seemed terrifyingly strong.

You should know that there are more than two billion people in this world, and the number of practitioners has skyrocketed in recent years to at least one million.

Under such circumstances, the authorities can still monitor the world and suppress all practitioners, allowing them to possess powerful power without disrupting social stability.

Even conflicts between martial arts schools are rarely heard of. The Internet is also very peaceful. There are very few news reports about conflicts among practitioners. Instead, there are mostly gossips about ordinary practitioners.

It seems as if there is a hand deliberately blurring the line between ordinary people and practitioners.

Let ordinary people feel that although there are cultivators and they are very powerful, there seems to be not much difference between them and ordinary people, so there is no need to worry or panic too much.

Those practitioners are not superior to ordinary people. Everyone is equal. This information can be found everywhere on the Internet.

And to achieve this, how terrible would the power required be? Thinking of this, Chen Chu's heart shuddered.

Keep a low profile, practice hard, and try not to provoke the authorities unless you are already strong enough to be invincible. Chen Chu muttered to himself.

But speaking of it, he is actually an official, or has some connection with the official.

Because schools are an extension of official power.

Chen Chu returned home in deep thought. Chen Hu poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted to him, "Brother, I bought you a fish. I cleaned it and put it in the basin."

"Okay." Chen Chu showed a faint smile on his face.

Because of his practice during this period, he came back relatively late, and then Chen Hu took the initiative to take on the responsibility of preparing dinner every day.

Naturally, Chen Chu would not refuse this.

Children should do more things, otherwise it would be meaningless to play football all day long.

Now we have entered the era of cultivation. The previous basketball and football competitions have come to an end. Not many people like to watch them. There is no future for them.

After all, compared with the power of those practitioners, basketball and football are simply children's activities, and those sports events are almost all dead.

Carrying a pot of fish, Chen Chu came to the room on the second floor.

The hexagonal salamander, which had grown to 64 centimeters and was as thick as an arm, was lazily lying on the chair, with its tail hanging on the side and swaying slightly.

On both sides of the wide and flat head, three pairs of five-centimeter-long red horns were raised like wings, and two rows of newly grown sharp teeth were revealed in the slightly open mouth.

With its bulging muscles, sturdy limbs, and sharp claws, it looks more powerful than small or medium-sized lizards.

Bang!

Chen Chu's consciousness sank, and he controlled his clone to jump off the chair, with a dull sound of a heavy object when it landed.

Although the newt is only about 60 centimeters long, it weighs more than ten kilograms. It walked a few steps to the basin of fish and bit a fish in one bite.

Its sharp teeth tore the fish flesh apart and it swallowed it in a few gulps, followed by another one, eating ferociously.

The clone's digestive ability is even more terrifying.

Although I eat more than 30 kilograms of fish every day, my excrement is very little, as if 99% of the substances are digested and converted into biological energy.

While controlling the clone to eat, Chen Chu's thoughts were also emanating.

"I don't know how much of an improvement this clone's evolution will bring me."

It was just a palm-sized clone at first, but when it evolved it improved his overall attributes by half in one go.

Now the size of the clone is comparable to some small and medium-sized lizards, and its strength is even more terrifying. In this case, the improvement of the clone's evolution should be even greater.

Whether he can narrow the gap with those geniuses, or even surpass them, depends on his clone.

The next day, Saturday, Chen Chu still went to school to practice.

When he arrived at the third floor, he found that another classmate had arrived earlier.

"Good morning, classmate Lu." Chen Chu greeted the classmate who was warming up.

Looking at Chen Chu, Lu Haitao suddenly said, "Chen Chu, do you want to practice?"

Chen Chu paused for a moment before agreeing to this suggestion: "Okay."

This person is a member of Lin Xue’s gang, named Lu Haitao, and his family is almost as ordinary as his.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, a little shorter than the current Chen Chu. He has an ordinary appearance and a dull personality, and he works very hard in his cultivation.

However, the other party's talent is better than his. He established his foundation four days earlier than him. He practiced a technique called Ghostly Phantom and was good at bursts of speed.

In the training area, Chen Chu and Lu Haitao stood ten meters apart.

Lu Haitao gradually showed excitement on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Chu, my martial arts are known for speed and explosiveness, so you better be careful later."

"Come on." Chen Chu remained unmoved.

whoosh!

As the voice fell, Lu Haitao on the opposite side burst out with amazing speed. In the blink of an eye, he crossed ten meters and appeared on the left side of Chen Chu, sweeping across with a whistling sound from his right leg.

Bang!

Chen Chu raised his arm to block Lu Haitao's kick.

When his arm collided with Lu Haitao's calf, there was a dull sound, and the impact of hundreds of kilograms of force caused Chen Chu to take a step back.

With a physique nearly three times that of an ordinary person, plus the blessing of Zhenwu, which is known for its speed, Lu Haitao's explosive speed is almost twice that of Chen Chu.

And it is very flexible.

Boom boom boom! !

Surrounding Chen Chu, Lu Haitao's legs left a trail of afterimages, and he continued to attack like a storm, suppressing him for a while.

But it was just suppression. Chen Chu, who specialized in Dragon Elephant Skill, was even stronger. He used stillness to control movement and swung his arms to easily block all attacks.

At the same time, his increasingly tough membrane greatly increased his defense. Even when he used his arms to block Lu Haitao's kicks, he only felt some soreness.

Suddenly Chen Chu let out a low roar, which sounded like an elephant's roar. The violent roar made Lu Haitao pause.

At this moment, Chen Chu seized the opportunity and took a step forward. He clenched his right fist, and the muscles in his upper body swelled like an angry elephant, and punched out with violent force.

Facing Chen Chu's bow-step punch that was like a cannonball, Lu Haitao's face changed slightly, and he crossed his hands as he had no time to dodge.

boom!

Under the domineering power of the roaring elephant, Lu Haitao was knocked back six meters by Chen Chu's punch before he stopped, and two clear scratches on the soles of his shoes appeared on the ground.