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

Chapter 108 Sparring

The hall returned to silence.

Elder Zhou glanced at Wang Anping and saw that he remained calm, as if the farce had never happened.

A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in his eyes before he continued explaining the essentials of the unfinished technique.

A disturbance was quelled by the elder's words.

But everyone knew that the matter was not over.

Li Fei has lost face, and given his personality, he probably won't let this go easily.

Wang Anping's unwavering composure in the face of the provocation from the Core Formation Realm also left a deep impression on many of his fellow disciples.

Wang Anping refocused his attention on Elder Zhou's explanation, his mind clear and focused.

The clown's barking had no effect on him whatsoever.

His goal has always been to reach a higher level of martial arts.

He deliberately provoked the other party just now, just to see him punished! Now that the other party has been confined for two months, that's enough time for him to break through to the Core Formation stage.

Even if he can't beat the other person when they reach the same Core Formation stage, he won't be afraid of them!

For Li Fei, the punishment at the Meditation Gallery was like a slap in the face.

When has he ever suffered such a loss in front of a new disciple?

Especially since it was done in front of all his fellow disciples, he was confined to his quarters for two months!

Wang Anping needed these two months.

After the storm passed, he practiced even more diligently.

Almost every day, you can see him sweating profusely in the open space behind Qingzhu Garden and on the edge of the cliff.

The essence of Xingyi Quan became increasingly refined and condensed in his hands, and every move seemed to be in harmony with the breath of heaven and earth.

He had mastered the movements of the Five Animal Frolics to the extreme; as his qi and blood circulated, his muscles and bones resonated, faintly accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder.

With the help of related exercises, the proficiency in Wuxiang Gong increased steadily and rapidly.

Han Li and Shen Qingshu, who lived in Qingzhu Garden, witnessed all of this.

Han Li was warlike and eager to hunt.

Shen Qingshu was thoughtful and curious about his taciturn but rapidly improving fellow disciple.

On this day, Han Li finally couldn't hold back any longer. Just as Wang Anping finished practicing a set of boxing techniques and was adjusting his breathing, Han Li strode over to him.

"Junior Brother Wang, I've seen you diligently practicing every day. Your boxing skills are exquisite, and your internal strength is profound. I, Han, am not very talented, but I would like to learn a few moves from you to test my knowledge. I wonder if you would be willing to teach me?"

Han Li clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming, his eyes burning with the straightforwardness and fighting spirit unique to men from the North.

Wang Anping stopped his stance, his breathing steady. He glanced at Han Li, whose aura was deep and imposing, with a faint aura of menace surrounding him.

Clearly, his skills were honed through real combat, demonstrating solid foundation.

He also wanted to test the results of his training during this period, especially the practical effect of the Wuxiang Gong's simulated force, so he nodded: "Senior Brother Han, you are too kind. We are happy to verify each other's strengths."

Seeing this, Shen Qingshu also walked over with interest and said with a smile, "I'll be a witness to your friendly competition."

The three arrived at a relatively flat open space behind Qingzhu Garden. Han Li didn't say much, but gave a low shout: "Junior Brother Wang, be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced like a tiger released from its cage!

He used a set of fist techniques evolved from the fierce and brave swordsmanship of the army. The moves were simple and direct, yet powerful and heavy.

The fist was fierce and violent, carrying an indomitable and tragic momentum, heading straight for Wang Anping's center.

With a single punch, the air itself emitted a dull thud, clearly demonstrating that he had grasped the essence of a powerful and fierce fist.

Faced with this powerful punch, Wang Anping did not move his feet until the wind from the punch reached his body.

He suddenly turned to the side, the movement seemingly slow, yet he skillfully avoided the most powerful point of the punch.

At the same time, he slightly spread the five fingers of his right hand, like a nimble ape reaching out with its claws, or a crane pecking at something, and lightly reached out to touch Han Li's wrist.

In this instant, his movements were as agile as a monkey, and his attacks as precise as a crane.

It is clearly the agility of the monkey exercise and the swiftness of the bird exercise in the Five Animal Frolics, yet it is all governed by a harmonious and invisible force.

Han Li felt a numbness in his wrist, as if he were wrapped by a flexible thread, and his powerful punch seemed to have vanished without a trace.

He was startled, but reacted quickly, immediately changing his move and sweeping his left fist like a hammer.

He attacked Wang Anping's ribs while simultaneously exerting force in his right arm, attempting to shake off the clingy hand.

Wang Anping remained calm and composed, and the hand on Han Li's wrist suddenly shifted from gentle to firm.

With a snap of his fingers, a burst of explosive power suddenly erupted!

Xingyiquan - Bengquan Power!

However, this Bengquan (崩拳) power is different from pure Xingyi Bengquan (形意崩拳), as it incorporates the unique simulation and transformation characteristics of Wuxianggong (无相功).

Han Li felt a sharp, concentrated force with a spiraling penetrating sensation drill straight into the meridians of his arm.

It not only tried to break his punching power, but also subtly shook his blood and qi.

"good!"

Han Li roared and advanced instead of retreating, his blood and qi surging, fully unleashing his mid-stage Transformation Realm cultivation.

He forcefully withstood the drilling force, and his right leg swept towards Wang Anping's lower body like a steel whip, the attack was continuous and even more fierce.

Wang Anping's figure changed again, and his footwork became mysterious.

Like a fish wagging its tail, or a deer leaping across a stream, this is precisely the lightness of the deer play and the slipperiness of the fish play in the Five Animal Frolics, dodging the leg sweep at the last second.

At the same time, he used both hands simultaneously, transforming one hand into a blade, carrying a heavy artistic conception as if splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Facing Han Li's follow-up punches!

His other hand, however, moved like a snake emerging from its hole, supple and boneless, darting towards Han Li's waist with a cunning strike. It was Xingyi Drilling Fist, a technique that was both subtle and ruthless.

What he was practicing at this moment was no longer simply Xingyi Quan or Wuqinxi, but rather Wuxiang Gong as the foundation, freely extracting, integrating, and simulating the essence of the two martial arts.

It sometimes possesses the fierce and domineering nature of Xingyi Quan, and at other times it exhibits the agile and varied movements of Wuqinxi (Five Animal Frolics).

The transitions were seamless, as if done effortlessly, and the nature of the force was unpredictable, combining hardness and softness, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Han Li grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He was confident in his slightly higher cultivation level, his powerful and fierce fist techniques, and his rich experience, and thought he would have the upper hand.

However, Wang Anping's response completely exceeded his expectations. Although the opponent's strength was not as abundant as his own, it was terrifyingly refined and concentrated.

Furthermore, it is highly adaptable, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, and deflecting force to strike.

Sometimes it attacks the weak points, focusing on specific weaknesses; other times it confronts the enemy head-on, unleashing a powerful force no less than its own.

In particular, its ability to mimic the power of martial arts from all over the world made it impossible for him to defend against.

Although it appears to be a Xingyiquan stance, the power it generates carries the flavor of the Five Animal Frolics, or vice versa.

In just a few dozen moves, Han Li felt somewhat constrained, as if his powerful punches were being trapped by an invisible net, making it difficult for him to exert his strength.

What horrified him even more was that he could clearly sense Wang Anping's movements during their fight.

His control and mastery of force are constantly improving and becoming more proficient!

"Bang!"

It was another head-on collision. Wang Anping's powerful cannon punch, mimicking the force of a bear, collided with Han Li's all-out straight punch.

The shockwave exploded, and the two men each took three steps back.

Han Li shook his slightly numb arm, and his eyes were filled with shock and admiration when he looked at Wang Anping, with no trace of contempt left.

"Junior Brother Wang—your kung fu—" He was momentarily at a loss for words.

Shen Qingshu, who was watching from the sidelines, had already put away his smile, his eyes shining with admiration. He couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim, "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Junior Brother Wang, your Wuxiang Skill—it's probably more than just the beginning, isn't it?"

It is astonishing that the essence of Xingyi and the Five Animals can be simulated and integrated to such a degree.

Transformation at will, power giving rise to myriad forms—this is clearly already a minor achievement!

No, it's even more refined than a typical minor achievement! You've only been practicing for a little over a month!