At the beginning, he was transformed into an infant, and his parents were yellow-haired gangsters?

Chapter 50 The Responsibility Behind Stability

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

At the critical moment, everyone around saw the fireworks about to hit the three-year-old child's face and he was unable to avoid it.

The next second, the firework missed the target and flew in a long arc to the ground far away, followed by another explosion.

Everyone was surprised because they saw that Lao Chen, an old man over 70 years old, was holding the child's body and was standing next to Zhang Chaoqiang who was concentrating on painting.

With a slump of his arm, Lao Chen pushed the child out. The child immediately ran away in small steps, crying loudly. The parent looked anxious and hurriedly thanked Lao Chen and took the child away.

At the same time, Zhang Huolong gritted his teeth and went around to the location of the rocket launcher fireworks. He carefully and worriedly adjusted the rocket launcher that was continuously firing fireworks, added a few more bricks to secure it, and then complained:
"What little brat sets off fireworks like this?"

Then suddenly there was a cry nearby, it was the sound of a parent whipping his careless child.

Old Chen's agile and almost elusive figure just now left a deep impression on everyone present.

People sighed in their hearts and thought that this must be a very powerful warrior, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move at such a speed.

In the following time, people paid more or less attention to Lao Chen's behavior, and there was admiration or envy in their eyes.

After collecting all the attention, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei praised Lao Chen: "Lao Chen, you are a very capable person!"

They naturally knew that the other party was a warrior, but until they saw the difference between the two with their own eyes, they always thought that there was not much difference between ordinary people and warriors.

But what Lao Chen just showed was far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Tan Yue ran over and swung Old Chen's arms. She had rarely seen Old Chen take action, so she said in a disembodied voice, "Grandpa Chen is so powerful... Can I be as powerful as Grandpa Chen in the future?"

Old Chen laughed and stroked his chin which was shaved clean but had no beard yet. Before he answered Tan Yue's words, he calmed down his fear.

Even in martial arts, he is almost at the top level in Tianan City. Naturally, his posture and form of attack should be sought after and admired by everyone.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang, who was in the state of painting, remained calm from beginning to end. Old Chen, who was good at capturing emotions, also captured some of the other party's representative emotions before and after the meal.

Happy, depressed, and speechless expressions.

But now, something that could not be ignored happened around him. How could he ignore it and remain calm?
What? Has this guy been around so much? His willpower is so strong that even I can't scare him?

Alas, at this moment Zhang Chaoqiang sighed again for no reason, which made Lao Chen even more confused.

Zhang Chaoqiang continued to paint. He was not bothered by Lao Chen's incident because he had expected that Lao Chen would help him.

His [Monster Smell Sense] is not a waste of time. There is an extremely safe feeling around Lao Chen. Being next to him makes one feel very reassured.

I knew he was very strong, so I wasn't surprised by the sudden events.

The more the brush flew in his hand, the more he sighed in his heart. There were too many wonderful scenes. Lao Chen's rescue was just a moment, and such a good thing should be recorded. Unfortunately, his brushwork was not strong enough.

It is impossible to present it vividly on the drawing paper.

He sighed again. He looked away from Zhang Chaoqiang, put aside his doubts, and stopped thinking about them. Old Chen was ready to tell Tan Yue, who was about to attend the junior high school course in advance, about the secrets of martial arts.

It just so happened that Zhang Chaoqiang could hear it too.

Old Chen, who was sitting with his legs crossed, was still a gentleman. He spoke eloquently:

“Since junior high school, you have officially embarked on the path of martial arts. In this world, there are mainly two types of people who control extraordinary powers.

One type is a warrior, who cultivates spiritual power with his own body and practices extraordinary martial arts. The second type is a battle armor operator, who uses cutting-edge battle armor to arm his body and controls the battle armor with his own spiritual level. "

Zhang Chaoqiang already understood that whether a person is suitable to be a combat armor operator depends mainly on his spiritual level.

This data does not refer to one’s own mental index, but control ability.

Lao Chen continued, "Xiao Yue, your dream is to be a battle armor operator. I believe I don't need to explain the detailed differences between the two.

But I have something to tell you two today that is very serious.

Once you become a warrior or armor operator, you are not only responsible for your family and friends, but also the safety of the country and the world.

The fact that we can have such a glorious and peaceful living environment today is actually due to the maintenance of countless warriors.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Every warrior needs to shoulder the responsibility of fighting against monsters and maintaining national peace.

Just like in previous years, all the warriors and manipulators tried their best to banish the many monsters in the world to various secret realms.

Our predecessors accomplished this feat with blood and sweat, and you should protect this rare peace well!"

The originally elegant Old Chen's body slowly began to tremble violently. Although it did not break his unique elegant and gentlemanly temperament, others could sense the agitation in his tone.

"Grandpa Chen, you should have also participated in the exile plan back then, right?"

After a long moment, he nodded heavily, ignoring the bloody details. He just deeply and repeatedly repeated that the world's current peace was hard-won, and the master who introduced him to martial arts also died during that time.

“From the moment you step into the martial arts world, that is, from the moment you officially join the junior high school of the martial arts school, you may have to start going to dungeons. The so-called dungeons are to go to the secret realms of various exiled monsters.

To maintain the balance and normal operation of the secret realm, and to eliminate overly violent and over-reproducing monsters. Occasionally, they will be sent to the border between humans and monsters to maintain order and clear out the hidden dangers of monsters in the surrounding area. "

“What I have said to you today is just to prepare you mentally.

If you choose the martial arts, while you gain strength through training, you will also have more and more things on your back. This is the mission and will of every warrior. Xiaoyue, Chaoqiang, tell me, after I have explained these, is your will still firm? "

Tan Yue slapped her thigh. The first person to get excited was actually this girl. She said firmly, "Grandpa Chen, I am determined to become a battle armor operator!"

Zhang Chaoqiang, on the other hand, had a blank expression on his face. It’s not that he had no emotions, but he had learned how to better control them and incorporate them into his paintings.

The original cautious painting style gradually became more frantic with the movements of wielding the brush, turning into a frenzied style.

He also nodded firmly.

(End of this chapter)