In this chaotic world of martial arts, I'll become a god by adding skill points!

Seeing Wang Anping staring blankly at the center of the field, Wang Hucheng assumed he was envious of the other's talent.

"What's there to envy? It's their business if they're talented. I'll just focus on walking my own path."

Wang Anping snapped out of his daze and looked away from the arena.

Genius? Even geniuses eventually run out of talent and get stuck at a certain level.

But he has no upper limit. As long as he is willing to work hard, his proficiency will reach a height that no genius can reach!

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with boundless anticipation for the future!

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to have this kind of awareness. No wonder you share the same surname as me."

Who knows, we might have been one family hundreds of years ago.

Wang Hucheng patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration.

Back when he left the village, it was precisely this unwavering determination that enabled him to break through to the Ming Jin realm.

Now, he seems to see a reflection of his past self in Wang Anping.

"Alright, Sixth Senior Brother is in charge of teaching the outer disciples today. Since you're back, why don't you lend me a hand?"

"Okay! Thank you, senior brother."

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping's eyes lit up. He knew that the other party was using this as an excuse to train him in boxing.

Otherwise, given my current skill level, how could I possibly engage in combat with him?

"Come on, I'll take you to a good place." Wang Hucheng led him toward the back of the house.

The two passed through two archways and around two small courtyards.

The two arrived at an open space where wooden dummies, knives, forks, sticks, and other implements were all available.

"This is where I live. When you break through to the Ming Jin level and become my master's personal disciple, you will also have your own courtyard in this martial arts school."

Not only that, once you become a direct disciple, you can hold a position in any of the various businesses under the martial arts school, earning at least six or seven taels of silver per month.

A small courtyard? A minimum of six or seven taels of silver a month working in the businesses below the martial arts school? Many people in Wangjiawan don't even earn six or seven taels a year. Is this the minimum income for someone who has reached the Mingjin level, equivalent to an average person's annual income?

The treatment of a direct mentor is so good!

Once you break through to the Ming Jin level, you can not only be exempt from your family's taxes, but you can also earn money every month to support your family.

Listening to his ninth senior brother's story, Wang Anping felt even more eager to break through to the Ming Jin level!

"Alright, these things are still a long way off for you. Practice more during this time and try to reach the Ming Jin stage within two years."

Wang Hucheng casually said a few words, and then began to assume the stance of the Five Animal Frolics.

"Come on, let's see how well you've practiced your kung fu."

Seeing this, Wang Anping also adopted a fighting stance. Opportunities like this, where someone offers him advice, are rare, and he had to cherish them.

"Take this!"

Wang Hucheng clenched his fists and pounced like a tiger.

Wang Anping was completely focused, raising his hand to block and dodging to the side. He dared not take that punch head-on.

After a few moves, he only knew how to dodge and never thought of fighting head-on.

Seeing this, Wang Hucheng stopped with a serious expression and said sternly:

"Who taught you to practice martial arts like this? All you do is dodge."

Martial arts are for killing! Don't always be afraid of other people's fists.

If someone else's punch is fierce, your punch must be even fiercer!

"So, if you encounter a mortal enemy in the future, will you just hide?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping was stunned.

Yes, he's just feeding me punches, why should I be afraid of his fists? He knows he's wrong.

When he realized how dangerous this world was after he transmigrated, his first reaction was to survive.

But Wang Hucheng's words make a lot of sense: you can't be afraid of someone else's fist. Your fist is hard? My fist is even harder!

It's okay to be cautious, but you must never back down when it's time to act!

Thinking about this, Wang Anping's mindset changed somewhat. "Being tougher? I'll practice hard every day, my fists aren't weak either!"

He grinned. "I got it. Let's go!"

Bang!

Fists collide!

Wang Hucheng was very satisfied with his transformation. Seeing someone who resembled him was like seeing his younger self.

虎！

Bang!

Their fists collided, and Wang Anping stumbled back a few steps.

"Again!"

He fought with increasing ferocity! Wang Anping became more and more engrossed in the battle, and only now did he realize that fighting could be so exhilarating!

The feeling of every punch landing on your skin is so exciting!

As the offense and defense gradually shifted, Wang Hucheng's powerful punches were relentless and impenetrable. No matter how hard Wang Anping tried, he couldn't even touch the hem of Wang Hucheng's clothes.

They fought until Wang Anping was exhausted, at which point they stopped.

Over the next few days, the two would practice together whenever they had free time.

During this process, Wang Anping's abilities improved rapidly.

Furthermore, it was discovered that proficiency isn't just gained through practicing individual moves. It can also be improved during actual combat.

So whenever he had free time, he would drag his ninth senior brother, Wang Hucheng, to spar.

Of course, when the other party is unavailable, he will train his body alone in the training ground.

No one among the inner disciples was as diligent as him. No matter how early they arrived, there was always one figure who appeared there beforehand.

Gradually, Wang Anping earned a nickname: the martial arts fanatic.

These days, he occasionally catches glimpses of that genius at the martial arts arena, always surrounded by a large entourage.

It's no wonder that he's a genius; he only took two days to go from learning martial arts to mastering its power!

The opponent's breakthrough caused quite a commotion.

......

One morning

Located in Sihai Gang Lane, East Street, in the four streets and sixteen lanes of the outer city.

The leader of the Fierce Tiger Hall was venting his anger at a senior leader kneeling on the ground in his own hall.

"What do you mean 'missing'? Three grown men can just disappear? That's my brother-in-law! Investigate him!"

The leader of the Fierce Tiger Hall is named Li Lang. He is a big, burly man with no hair on his head.

The leader, kneeling below, trembled. He felt utterly unlucky. He'd run off aimlessly, and now he was being blamed for his disappearance?

The legs aren't on my body, how could I possibly control where the other person went? Besides, you don't even know where your own brother-in-law went, and you're asking me?

"Master...Master, there's no way to investigate this! I only know that the three of them said they were going out to make money when they left, but they didn't say where they were going!"

The leader, who was lying on the ground, recalled what the others had said during this time and said in a trembling voice.

"Make money? I don't care where they're going to make money, I just want to see them alive or dead."

His sister nags me all the time, it's driving me crazy!

Li Lang was furious, not because his brother-in-law had died. In his eyes, the other man was nobody. What angered him was that he had been driven crazy by his wife's unattractive appearance lately.

If the other party hadn't had something on him, they would have slapped him to death long ago. He's so annoying!

He rose from his chair, walked to the prostrate head, and continued speaking:

"Get up! There are more and more refugees these days. While you're looking for people, go and see if there's a decent orphan you can take in and raise a few of them."

"Yes, Master, I'll be leaving now." The leader stood up, bowed his head, and retreated.

The huge room was now empty except for Li Lang.

He stared into the distance and muttered to himself:

"In these turbulent times, Anzhou Prefecture next door has been occupied by warlords, and there are battles everywhere. Perhaps Yizhou Prefecture will also be in turmoil."

I wonder how things are going with the gang leader.