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

Wang Anping carried the tiger meat down the street, feeling that the air blowing in his face smelled especially sweet.

He was glad he had gone to the Four Seas Gang; the money had really solved many of his problems!

After four or five days, when the Four Seas Gang's scandal has died down, he will use the money to buy a courtyard house and bring his family over.

After breaking through the Dark Force, we'll figure out how to start some businesses, and then our family can live a prosperous life!

As he carried the tiger meat back to the martial arts school, the apprentices greeted him and said hello along the way.

Now he holds a certain position within the Chen Family Martial Arts School.

Back in the courtyard, he quickly prepared the tiger meat.

Ten pounds in total, all cooked at once.

Now he has a large appetite; eating ten pounds of meat at a time is no problem for him.

After a long while, he took the stewed tiger meat, which was very tender, outside to the yard and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.

With each bite of tiger meat, he could feel a warm current flowing through him, and his blood and energy seemed to be boosted.

After eating the tiger meat, he felt hot all over.

He took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, and stood in the courtyard, ready to begin practicing his boxing.

The target is hidden strength!

The courtyard gate was closed, and the stone slabs inside were warm from the sunlight.

Wang Anping took a deep breath. The warm current from the tiger meat in his stomach was still surging through his meridians, and his blood and qi were so full that they were almost overflowing. It was the perfect time to practice his boxing.

He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, his waist loosened and his buttocks tucked in, and he firmly planted himself in the Three-Body Stance.

With eyes slightly closed, I focused my mind on my body, feeling the blood and energy slowly rising up my spine.

With a low shout, Wang Anping took a half step forward with his left foot, shifted his weight forward, and threw out his right fist like an axe splitting Mount Hua, with a whistling wind—it was Xingyi Piquan!

This punch was no longer a simple demonstration of a move; the rich blood and qi nourished by the tiger meat flowed along the energy path, and a faint red aura of blood and qi appeared on the surface of the fist.

Without pausing, as soon as his punch landed, his body suddenly twisted, his left fist retracted to his waist, and his right fist twisted his wrist and elbow, striking forward like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. The force of his punch pierced the air, making a sharp whooshing sound.

The Drilling Fist emphasizes the power of a drill, capable of breaking through hardness and penetrating bone. At this moment, with his qi and blood brimming, he deliberately slowed down his movements, feeling the power seeping out from his fingertips. As he twisted his waist and hips, the yellow earth beneath his feet rustled.

After practicing the splitting and drilling punches dozens of times, Wang Anping's forehead veins bulged, and sweat rolled down his jawline, splashing tiny mud spots on the yellow earth.

But he felt no fatigue at all. The warm current from the tiger meat continuously replenished his depleted energy and blood, making him more and more energetic as he practiced, and his internal energy became more and more refined.

"drink!"

Finally, he lowered his body, pushed off the ground with both feet, and suddenly taut like a fully drawn bowstring. His right fist slammed out, as fast as thunder – it was the Beng Quan (Crushing Fist)!

This punch no longer pursues speed, but instead pours all the body's energy and strength into it.

With the power generated simultaneously from the shoulders and hips, the force of the punch struck the air with a muffled thud, and the blue bricks beneath the feet trembled slightly from the recoil.

With each punch, Wang Anping gained momentum and became more and more successful.

The consequences of Wang Hucheng's encounter with evil spirits kept replaying in his mind, and the thought of his family suffering in the countryside made his desire to break through the hidden strength and protect his family grow stronger.

Suddenly, everything became clear to him!

The essence of Bengquan (崩拳) lies not in speed, but in its powerful and continuous force and energy!

He no longer consciously controlled the rhythm, letting his qi and blood drive the punches.

The Bengquan (a type of fist strike) was unleashed like a sudden rainstorm, the fist shadows intertwining into a blur, and the energy bursting from the fist surface even causing the surrounding dust to fly up.

And so it went until late at night.

.......

early morning

As the first rays of sunlight appeared, Wang Anping was already standing in the training ground of the outer courtyard.

Some diligent disciples have already started exercising.

He stood in the middle of the training ground, motionless, simply standing there quietly in thought.

Something's not right!

Master and fellow students from the martial arts school still haven't returned!

Does it take this long to exorcise evil spirits?

"Senior Brother Wang, how should I properly generate power in the Tiger Fist of the Five Animal Fist? I can't seem to get it right, is it because I'm doing it wrong?"

A disciple cautiously approached to ask for guidance.

Seeing this, Wang Anping slowly explained, "The Tiger Fist in the Five Animal Fist style emphasizes ferocity; the punches must be ruthless and fast!"

As he spoke, he demonstrated it to his disciple.

The other disciples stopped what they were doing and watched intently.

"Is there anyone with Ming Jin skills remaining at the Chen Family Martial Arts School? Come out and assemble!"

Suddenly a voice rang out from outside the hall. The voice was deep, steady and powerful, and just by listening to the voice, one could tell that the person's strength was not to be underestimated.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Anping had a bad feeling.

"You guys practice hard, I'm going out to check on things."

After giving instructions to his fellow disciples, he quickly ran out of the martial arts school.

With a gait somewhat resembling that of a deer, they reached the door in just a few breaths.

There was a large group of people on the main street outside the gate.

There were about twenty people, all on horseback, and the leader was wearing armor and looked to be in his early thirties.

"I'm currently on duty guarding the martial arts school. May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Looking at the group, Wang Anping had already guessed what was going on. The leader was wearing an official's robe, and the people behind him all seemed to have some martial arts skills.

They were clearly from different martial arts schools and families; something must have happened in such a group.

"I, Fei Hong, the county magistrate, have heard that evil spirits have appeared in Xiangjiaping outside the city."

The team that went to fight yesterday got trapped. You need to catch up with them immediately and come with us to rescue them.

After speaking, Fei Hong, who was dressed in official robes and was the leader, glanced around the martial arts school and continued to ask:

Are there any other Ming Jin martial artists in the martial arts school?

"I hereby inform the county magistrate that I am the only Ming Jin martial artist in the martial arts school."

Wang Anping's suspicions were confirmed; sure enough, the team that went to exorcise the evil spirits ran into trouble!

Thank goodness I didn't go yesterday, otherwise I would have been in big trouble!

"Mount up! Let's go!"

As Fei Hong was speaking, a man at the back of the group led over a horse, gesturing for Wang Anping to follow.

Upon seeing this, Wang Anping mounted his horse without hesitation.

In this situation, it is clear that the government has forcibly summoned people to the team to exorcise evil spirits, and each family has sent people.

Faced with such forced conscription, almost no one would refuse.

As the only Ming Jin martial artist from the Chen family martial arts school in the city, he could not refuse.

We can only follow along and see how things go.

"Walk!"

Upon seeing Wang Anping mount his horse, Fei Hong gave the order and rode off at breakneck speed.

Seeing this, the others spurred their horses and followed.

"Nobody taught me how to ride a horse!"

It wasn't until everyone else had set off that Wang Anping realized he couldn't ride a horse!

........

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance outside the city.

In the end, Wang Anping could only rely on his physical strength to hold onto the horse and prevent himself from falling off, barely managing to keep up with the group.

"Young man, which lineage disciple of the Chen Family Martial Arts School are you? How come I've never seen you before?"

Not far in front of Wang Anping, a man in blue robes riding a horse turned around and looked at him.

"I just became your apprentice, so I rarely go out."

At that moment, he was focused on mastering horseback riding. Although he didn't really want to respond to the conversation, he still managed a smile and answered.

"No wonder, your Chen Family Martial Arts School is truly full of talent, with the number of Ming Jin martial artists far exceeding that of the other martial arts schools."

The man in blue grinned when he heard Wang Anping's reply.

Seeing the other person's overly familiar manner, Wang Anping had no choice but to continue chatting with him.

"Is that so? I'm not very familiar with other martial arts schools. Which one are you from, sir?"

"Me? I'm from the Liu family!"

When the man in blue revealed his name, a hint of pride appeared on his face.

Wang Anping wore a strange expression, thinking to himself, "I just killed one of your Liu family members two days ago."

Although he thought this to himself, he still politely replied, "The Liu family! I've heard so much about you."

"Stop talking! Speed ​​things up!"

Fei Hong seemed to have overheard their conversation. He turned around and saw that the two were already at the very back of the line, so he urged them on.

Seeing this, the two tacitly stopped talking and sped up their pace.