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Chapter 100 Quick Solution

"Tough luck? Hmph, even if they're tough, they'll still be defeated here tonight!"

The woman, known as the second-in-command, was actually a capable woman in her thirties.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she worked in perfect harmony with the ruthless killer disguised as a child.

They attacked from the left and right, forming a pincer movement.

The Emei needles were aimed at Wang Anping's major acupoints, at tricky angles.

The short blade then slashed towards the vital areas of the waist and abdomen, carrying a poisonous wind with a sweet, metallic taste.

The two men unleashed their hidden strength, their energy intertwined.

They are clearly skilled in combined attacks, and even ordinary peak internal energy practitioners could be caught off guard and suffer losses.

However, they were facing Wang Anping.

Faced with this potentially fatal pincer attack, Wang Anping didn't even lift an eyelid.

He moved just as the two weapons were about to strike him!

Without warning, without gathering strength, it was as if he had simply stretched his muscles and bones very naturally.

"boom!"

A terrifying aura, both overwhelming and incredibly refined, erupted forth.

Like a sleeping dragon suddenly awakening, it erupted with a roar centered on him!

The embers of the campfire were instantly scattered by an invisible shockwave, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The henchmen who were closer were even forced to retreat repeatedly by this aura, and their breathing stopped!

Wang Anping's figure blurred for a split second.

He did not choose to fight passively, nor did he use any fancy moves.

Faced with the deadly attacks coming from both sides, he simply took a step forward!

This step, though seemingly slow, is actually incredibly fast.

This step contained a mysterious change in force, imperceptibly piercing through the deadly web woven from Emei daggers and short blades.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist, closed his five fingers, rotated his arm inward, and slightly protruded his knuckles!

Xingyiquan - Tiger Form Cannon Fist!

His punches were like cannonballs fired from a gun, or like tigers descending a mountain!

There was no howling wind; all the power was concentrated at the point of the fist.

The air was compressed to the extreme, producing a deep, booming sound!

This punch was not aimed at any particular enemy.

Instead, it went straight for the center, striking the fleeting weak point in the combined attack of the two!

"What?!"

The second-in-command and the disguised assassin were both horrified.

They only felt a blur before their eyes, and their target was no longer where they were.

An indescribable, terrifying fist pressure had locked onto the most fatal link in their combined aura!

That was the only, almost negligible flaw in their coordinated techniques, but now it was magnified infinitely by this thunderous punch!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two dull, teeth-grinding impacts rang out almost simultaneously.

Wang Anping's fist seemed to carry immense power, first narrowly deflecting the Emei dagger aimed at his ribs.

The force of the punch caused the second-in-command excruciating pain in his wrist, nearly causing him to drop his weapon.

Immediately afterwards, the force of the punch did not diminish, and as if it were a premonition, it slammed heavily into the side of the poisoned blade that was aimed at the waist and abdomen!

"Snap!"

The steel blade was bent and deformed by this punch!

The disguised assassin felt an irresistible force coming through his weapon, and his entire arm groaned as if it couldn't bear the strain.

His hand split open, the poisoned blade flew out of his hand, and he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

With a muffled groan, he was thrown backward, spitting blood as he flew through the air.

Just one step, one punch!

Two well-coordinated and highly skilled bandit leaders, one injured and the other defeated!

But this is just the beginning.

Before they lost consciousness, the same thought flashed through their minds: "Transformation of internal energy!"

Wang Anping defeated the two men working together with a single punch, his movements unwavering.

The footwork underfoot suddenly changed mysteriously, as if a dragon were swimming in the sea, or a nimble monkey leaping across a ravine.

He transformed into a blurry blue shadow and charged into the bandit group!

"Stop him!"

"Kill him!"

The bandits, finally snapping out of their shock, roared and brandished their knives and guns as they swarmed forward to attack.

Everything happened so fast; they've already rushed to the front.

It was too late now; they could only muster their courage and charge forward.

However, the target in their eyes seemed to have become an elusive ghost.

Wang Anping's Xingyi Quan truly revealed its terrifying power at this moment.

Chop, collapse, drill, cannon, and horizontal—the five elements of boxing are readily employed.

The transitions are seamless and unimpeded. At times, it's like a giant axe splitting a mountain (a chopping punch).

Sometimes it resembles a powerful crossbow piercing stone (Bengquan).

Sometimes it's like a venomous snake emerging from its hole (drilling its fist).

Sometimes it's like a heavy artillery barrage (cannon punch).

Sometimes it seems as if a horizontal beam is blocking the river (a horizontal fist).

His fists, palms, elbows, shoulders, and knees—every part of his body is a weapon.

With the full power of his Transformation Realm cultivation, each strike contained terrifying penetrating and shock-absorbing force capable of shattering metal and jade.

The movements were extremely concise, with no unnecessary actions. Every strike was accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking and tendons snapping, and the dying screams of the bandits.

A burly man wielding a knife swung it fiercely, but Wang Anping neither dodged nor avoided it. He stepped forward and closed in, delivering a seemingly light punch to the man's chest.

The burly man was struck dumb; his chest visibly caved in, and his clothes exploded with a loud thud, leaving a fist-sized mark on his back. He collapsed limply to the ground.

Two long spears thrust at him from the side like poisonous dragons. Wang Anping slightly turned his body, and his hands, like nimble snakes emerging from their holes, swiftly caught the spear shafts, giving them a tremor and a shake!

Click!

The gun barrel broke, and the two men holding the guns felt a strange force rushing up their arms and straight to their hearts.

Everything went black before his eyes, and he was already dead.

Even more bandits attacked from behind, but Wang Anping seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turning around and delivering a fierce and unparalleled punch.

The attacker was sent flying several meters away, knife and all, before crashing into a small tree and coming to a stop.

He was like a tiger among sheep; wherever he went, men and horses fell, and limbs and fragments of weapons flew everywhere.

Ordinary bandits, even those just beginning to master internal strength, cannot withstand a single move from him.

Occasionally, leaders of the Dark Force faction would attempt to form a defensive formation to attack, but he would instantly defeat them with his faster, fiercer, and more cunning fist techniques.

The battles started quickly and ended even faster.

From the moment the two second-in-commands pounced out to Wang Anping's fierce counterattack, and then swept across the entire battlefield like a whirlwind, only a few dozen breaths had passed.

When Wang Anping stopped and stood again beside the embers of the campfire, all around was deathly silent.

Dozens of fierce bandits, except for the second-in-command who was initially severely injured by a punch and is now lying on the ground vomiting blood, and the fake assassin.

A few survivors, who had fled into the darkness after realizing the situation was dire, were among those killed!

The corpses lay sprawled on the ground in various contorted positions, and a strong stench of blood permeated the entire valley.

Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating Wang Anping's blue robe.

It was spotless, except for a few drops of blood that had not yet congealed, slowly dripping from the knuckles.

His breathing was steady, and his expression was normal, as if the bloody massacre just now was nothing more than casually brushing away a few annoying mosquitoes and flies.

The entire camp was stunned by the fact that everyone who was still alive.

Zhao Fu, who had only suffered minor injuries thanks to the desperate protection of his guards, gaped, his old eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

He guessed that Young Master Wang was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong!

Neutralize the force!

And he's such a young and incredibly powerful cultivator at the Transformation Realm!

Mr. Zhao, you've really struck gold this time!

The guards, who were covered in wounds and had narrowly escaped death, looked at the figure in blue with a complex mix of awe, fear, and gratitude.

Having just witnessed the ferocity of the mountain bandits firsthand, they knew that many of them were skilled fighters.

If it weren't for this young master Wang sweeping across the entire scene like a divine warrior descending from the heavens, they would probably already be cold corpses on the ground by now.

The curtain of Zhao Qingyue's carriage was lifted by a trembling hand.

She was actually half-awake from her slumber during the battle due to the loud noise and vibrations from the outside world, but her acupoints were sealed, so she could not move and could only vaguely perceive the outside world.