The lightness skill known as “Drifting Among Flowers and Willows” is reputed to be the most graceful and effortless martial art among the people. Its greatest advantage is the ability to exert force in any posture—it can be as ethereal as a celestial being or as ghostly as a demon.

Mark Benson specialized in these two martial arts from elementary school through high school, never once wavering in his dedication.

He truly didn’t want to go home and listen to “Old Benson” nagging. If he could spend even one more minute out and about, he’d gladly be mischievous for another sixty seconds.

After cultivating his internal energy for over two hours, Little Mark finally leapt up and floated gently down to the ground, his stomach starting to feel hungry.

At this hour, aside from the students who voluntarily stayed for self-study, most had already gone home. The campus was extremely quiet.

With a few leaps, Little Mark was already out of the school.

Even though he always hid his true strength, when it came to lightness skill, Mark Benson was always the number one at Taigu High School.

Whether it was long-distance sprints, short bursts, leaping high or ducking low, shifting his movements…

He had no weaknesses at all.

“What a pity…”

“Only Martial Saints can walk on air!”

“Civilian martial arts can’t be cultivated to the level of Martial Saint. I can only look forward to college. I wonder what it’ll be like in university?”

Mark Benson let his thoughts wander as he hurried home from school.

As soon as Mark Benson pushed open the door, he heard his mother’s voice: “Go bring your dad his meal. He hasn’t eaten all day.”

His mother pointed at a huge lunchbox on the table.

Mark Benson really wanted to say, “I haven’t eaten either.”

But because of his second life, he always felt like he wasn’t their biological child, so he didn’t have the confidence to argue. Sullenly, he grabbed the lunchbox and left the house.

David Benson was an agent at the Boyang City Public Security Bureau, a tough job with more overtime than regular hours, often forgetting to eat while working on cases.

So delivering meals—!

Mark Benson was already a pro.

Since he was seven or eight, just a little kid, he’d often swagger in and out of the city’s Public Security Bureau carrying a lunchbox for his father.

Little Mark carried the lunchbox, whistling, shuffling along in slippers, strolling straight to the Public Security Bureau.

He was a familiar face at the Public Security Bureau.

When Mark Benson entered, no one stopped him. In fact, the guard at the door even flashed him a toothy grin, friendly as could be.

Mark Benson didn’t forget to return a bright smile and wave before jogging off toward the fifth office building.

As soon as he ran inside, someone pinched his cheek!

Mark Benson put on a bright, age-appropriate smile and called out, “Hello, Sister Vera!”

Although this was basically being teased, Little Mark didn’t dare get angry or resist, because the one who did it was Vera Clark.

His god-sister.

Vera Clark was the top beauty of the Public Security Bureau, a graduate of the Empire’s top police academy, a level-thirteen licensed martial artist. Assigned to the city bureau, she’d cracked several major cases in a row and was now a first-class police inspector. Her rank was two levels higher than David Benson, who’d been an agent for twenty years and was Mark Benson’s father. She was a big shot in all of Boyang City.

Vera Clark was known as the “aloof flower on the mountain” at the bureau, an ice-cold beauty, but she was very fond of Mark Benson.

A few years ago, every time she saw little Mark Benson delivering food to the bureau, Vera Clark would always hug him for a while, sometimes even openly planting a few kisses.

In recent years, though she wasn’t as affectionate, she’d still pinch his cheek or pat his head, treating him completely like a real little brother.

This time, Vera Clark didn’t say much, just spoke gently: “Don’t bring your dad food for the next few days, there’s something going on in the city.” Then she hurried off, clearly busy with a case.

As a “family member” of a police detective, Mark Benson was used to this sort of thing and didn’t think much of it. He swaggered into his father’s office, only to find a group of agents discussing a case.

When David Benson saw his son, he just said wearily, “Don’t come to bring food these next few days, it could be dangerous. There’s a gang of black martial artists roaming around Boyang City lately. Several members are hardened criminals who kill without blinking. Their leader is even on the Empire’s most wanted list. If you see any strangers, keep your distance.”

Mark Benson was genuinely surprised.

Those with criminal records, unable to register as licensed martial artists or whose licenses had been revoked, were called black martial artists.

Except for a very few who made a single mistake or had special reasons for breaking the law, the vast majority of black martial artists were heinous criminals.

The Empire’s most wanted list was commonly known as—the Black List!

Also called the Black Martial Artists’ Heaven List!

It’s updated once a year. Any black martial artist who makes it onto the Empire’s most wanted list is a real tough customer, having repeatedly evaded capture by law enforcement—top experts among black martial artists.

These people are extremely powerful, vicious by nature, with countless lives on their hands, having committed countless shocking crimes. Each one carries a bounty of millions.

The top twenty are even able to rival the big names on the Empire’s Martial Saint List, without being the least bit inferior.

Mark Benson grinned and said, “Then I won’t come tomorrow. Dad, remember to eat, or you won’t have the strength to catch bad guys.”

Chapter 6: The Twelve Fitness Exercises for Elementary Students