Chapter 6 Father and Son
"Click."

The alloy door of the underground martial arts training hall opened to the side, and Zhou Yang, wearing a gray training suit, walked out confidently.

He stayed in the underground martial arts training hall for several hours. It was already dark and all the lights in the villa were on.

When he arrived at the living room on the first floor, he saw his mother Wang Shumei sitting on the sofa and chatting quietly with a sturdy middle-aged man.

When he saw the burly middle-aged man, Zhou Yang's eyes suddenly lit up!
"Dad, you're back!"

The burly middle-aged man was Zhou Yong, the father of Zhou Yang's body, and also a high-level warrior of the Extreme Martial Arts School.

Zhou Yang's parents died early in his previous life, and he grew up relying on the help of relatives and neighbors, so he was particularly eager for family affection.

When he was lucky enough to come into this world and had parents who loved him, he naturally cherished them especially.

In addition, he integrated all the memories of the original owner when he traveled through time. Therefore, although it has been more than half a year since he traveled through time, he has already accepted his current identity and the hard-earned love of his parents.

At this time, the middle-aged man also looked at Zhou Yang, and a relieved smile appeared on his originally ferocious face.

"Son, have you completed your training? Haha, your mother just told me that you have successfully passed the quasi-warrior assessment? Not bad, well done!"

As he said this, he gave Zhou Yang a thumbs up.

Zhou Yang quickly walked to the sofa and sat down, smiling and responding:

"I am the son of Crazy Blade Zhou Yong. Passing this quasi-warrior assessment is no small matter."

His father Zhou Yong is good at using a heavy long sword, and his fighting style tends to be aggressive.

Over the years, he has earned the nickname "Kuaisao" among the martial arts circles in Yangzhou City, and this is something he has always been quite proud of.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Zhou Yong showed a smug smile on his face.

"Haha, well said. It's not difficult for my son, Crazy Blade Zhou Yong, to pass this quasi-warrior assessment."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and operated it for a while. Not long after, Zhou Yang received a text message alert on his phone.

"Your account has received 8000000 yuan, and the current balance is 14654900 yuan."

Zhou Yong finished the operation, then looked up at Zhou Yang and said with a smile:

"Dad just came back, and I didn't have time to prepare any gifts for you. You can use this money to hang out with your friends before you have to go to the wilderness area."

As he said this, he winked at Zhou Yang secretly.

"Thank you, Dad!" Zhou Yang did not refuse.

He put away his phone and thought of something else, so he asked:
"By the way, Dad, how long will you stay home this time?"

For a freelance warrior like Zhou Yong, in addition to supporting his family, the cultivation techniques, weapons, combat uniforms, etc. all cost a huge amount of money.

In order to make money, almost half of the year is spent in wilderness areas.

After hearing Zhou Yang's question, Zhou Yong's smile gradually faded. He sighed softly and then explained:
"It will probably take at least two or three months this time. Your uncle Liu was injured and needs to rest for a while."

"Oh?"

After hearing Zhou Yong's words, Zhou Yang's mind began to become active.

I have successfully cultivated my genetic energy, and my physical fitness has seen a dramatic increase. I am thinking about honing my physical skills and combat abilities in the near future.

Now that such a father who is a martial artist with rich practical experience is sitting in front of me, isn’t he the best teacher and sparring partner!

Having made up his mind, he immediately told everyone about his recent plans.

"Dad, I just succeeded in cultivating my genetic energy, and my physical fitness has improved a lot. I've been thinking about honing my body skills recently. Can you give me some pointers?"

Zhou Yong, who was sitting on the sofa, was in a good mood at the moment. There was no reason for him to refuse his own son's request.

"Okay, I have nothing to do recently, I will accompany you."

He had just said half of his words when the rest got stuck in his throat, with an incredible expression on his face.

"Son, what did you just say? Did you succeed in cultivating your genetic energy? Isn't this your first time cultivating today?"

Zhou Yang smiled slightly and said, "This is my first time practicing, but I have successfully refined the energy of the universe into my body."

After getting Zhou Yang's affirmation, a look of surprise appeared on his father Zhou Yong's face.

You should know that the most difficult step in this genetic energy cultivation method is the step of sensing the energy of the universe when practicing for the first time.

Most warriors often spend several months or even a year or two on this step.

Only a very small number of geniuses can sense success during their first practice.

It took him three or four months to take the first step into the learning process!
Zhou Yong was naturally surprised to learn that Zhou Yang had successfully sensed the cosmic energy during his first practice.

However, this surprise soon turned into endless ecstasy!

"You succeeded on your first try, son. You are a genius!"

"Haha, this is a great event, I have to show off to your Uncle Liu and the others!"

As Zhou Yong spoke, he took out his cell phone, found numbers one by one and started dialing them.

"Hey, Lao Liu, how is your injury? I have good news for you. My son Yangyang has successfully cultivated his genetic energy." "Hello, Captain, what are you busy with? Did you know that your nephew has successfully cultivated his genetic energy? Treat me? Okay, no problem! Yipinxuan will make it for you!"

"Hey, Old Xu, how do you know that Yangyang succeeded in cultivating genetic energy?"

Zhou Yong talked on the phone for nearly an hour before he put it down with a feeling of unsatisfied desire.

Wang Shumei, who was sitting next to him, rolled her eyes at him and scolded him, "Look at you. You just came back and didn't spend more time with your son. Instead, you're busy showing off yourself!"

Although she was just criticizing, one could hear obvious joy in her tone.

Zhou Yong, who was complained by his wife, smiled and said:
"Haha, yes, I should spend more time with my son. Tell Aunt Wu that she doesn't have to cook. We'll go out for dinner later and celebrate!"

Early in the morning of the next day, Zhou Yong brought Zhou Yang to the Yangzhou City Extreme Club located in Mingyue Community.

After all, if you want to practice physical skills, you need a wide space, and the underground martial arts room at home is a bit small.

According to the original regulations, the training hall of the Extreme Club is only open to warriors. Strictly speaking, Zhou Yang is not qualified to use the facilities here.

But he had just passed the quasi-warrior assessment yesterday, and with the leadership of Zhou Yong, a senior warrior, the guards guarding the training hall let them in directly after checking their identity information.

On the sixth floor of the Extreme Hall, Zhou Yang was excited as he looked at the huge martial arts hall in front of him.

Just yesterday, I passed the quasi-warrior assessment in this place.

But after only one day, his physical fitness had skyrocketed to a level comparable to that of a high-level warrior.

If this were to be made public, it would probably shock everyone.

After Zhou Yong helped Zhou Yang get familiar with the situation, he did not start teaching him any skills directly. Instead, he asked:
"Son, how much do you know about the realm of physical skills?"

Zhou Yang smiled awkwardly when he heard this:

"I've only heard that the realm of physical skills is divided into four realms: basic, subtle, perfect, and artistic conception. I have no idea how it is divided in detail."

What he said was true. In order to keep up with Luo Feng, he spent all his free time on improving his physical fitness, and he did not know much about some basic knowledge.

Even the four realms of body skills were what I learned from reading novels in my previous life.

"You know the four realms of body skills, very good."

Zhou Yong nodded slightly and continued to explain to Zhou Yang:
"The so-called basic level is that through countless training battles, you gradually become proficient in attacking, dodging and other skills, and finally you can do it effortlessly like a conditioned reflex. This is considered the basic level of body skills."

"From the basic level up, it's the subtle level, which requires great speed and nerve reaction speed. You need to calculate the trajectory of the opponent's attack as soon as the opponent attacks, and make the most subtle response with the least cost."

"Above the subtle level is the perfect level. You can't get access to this for now, so let's not talk about it for now."

Zhou Yong roughly explained to Zhou Yang the characteristics of the first two realms of body skills, and then solemnly instructed Zhou Yang:

"Of course, the division of realms is one aspect, but in actual combat, it is more important to be flexible and adaptable. After all, actual combat requires the best efficiency."

Listening to his father's words, Zhou Yang nodded slightly in agreement.

Zhou Yong walked to the side and turned on the punching force and speed tester, then turned to Zhou Yang and smiled:
"Let me test your punching power and speed first. I want to see what level you are at now."

"it is good!"

Zhou Yang was also eager to try after hearing this.

After completing the cultivation of genetic energy yesterday, I simply tested my punching strength and was quite curious about how fast I could reach now.

He first walked to the punching force testing machine and stood still. After building up his strength slightly, his right fist hit the punching target of the testing machine like a missile.

"Drip drip!"

As the test machine’s prompt sounded, a line of numbers appeared on the display screen - 4682kg!

Looking at the numbers on the display, Zhou Yang nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Zhou Yong who was standing beside him.

However, at this moment, Zhou Yong had already stood still, his eyes wide open with shock.

"44682kg!"

He rubbed his eyes hard and confirmed the numbers on the screen again.

Only after he was sure that he was not mistaken did he slap Zhou Yang hard on the shoulder.

"Good boy, your punching power has increased so much all of a sudden, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Zhou Yong's slap was so powerful that even though Zhou Yang's physical fitness had reached the level of an advanced warrior, he still felt his shoulders sink and couldn't help but grin.

He rubbed his shoulders and whispered:

"Don't blame me, you didn't ask."

Zhou Yong glared at him and said unhappily, "You're right, kid!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Brother Wu, I'm Lao Zhou, this is it"

(End of this chapter)