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

"Well done!"

A glint flashed in Chen Zhiyang's eyes, and he changed his starting stance of Xingyi Quan to Bear Form!

He blocked Wang Anping's punch with his arms like iron gates across his chest.

When the fists collided, Wang Anping felt as if his fist had struck an iron bucket.

This made him secretly startled; his senior brother's Xingyi Quan was already so skillful.

Chen Zhiyang twisted his waist, unleashing his tiger-like power, and his right fist, like a tiger's claw, struck Wang Anping's ribs with a whistling sound.

Before the fist even landed, the force arrived first, and the disciples watching from all around could feel the concentrated power.

They all whispered in admiration, "Our senior brother's Xingyi Quan is becoming increasingly profound!"

Wang Anping was prepared. He quickly turned on his snow-walking footwork, his figure drifting out like a willow catkin in the wind, barely avoiding the attack.

At the same time, he swung his left fist at Chen Zhiyang's wrist, which was the splitting fist from Xingyi Quan!

"what?"

Chen Zhiyang slightly flipped his wrist to avoid the palm strike, while simultaneously taking a series of quick steps.

He executed the twelve forms of Xingyi Quan in turn: dragon, tiger, bear, snake...

Every move was fierce and swift, targeting Wang Anping's vital points, yet leaving room for maneuver. Clearly, he was giving pointers rather than fighting with all his might.

Wang Anping focused intently, his mind racing, connecting every detail of the exchange.

He could clearly feel that whenever his internal energy flowed smoothly and his moves flowed naturally, his understanding of the boxing style seemed to deepen considerably.

The two fought fiercely in the open space, the muffled thuds of their fists colliding and the whooshing sounds of their movements intertwined, keeping the surrounding disciples on the edge of their seats.

Zhang Cheng was so excited that his face turned red, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, shouting, "Go, Senior Brother Wang!"

After thirty rounds, Wang Anping gradually figured out Chen Zhiyang's boxing style and became more and more adept at using his internal strength.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided again, but this time Wang Anping was not knocked back. Instead, he used the force of the collision to spin like a top.

His body spun like a top, and his right leg swept towards Chen Zhiyang's lower body with a whistling wind.

This move was both cunning and sudden, and Chen Zhiyang's expression changed slightly.

He quickly gathered his strength and leaped up to avoid the sweeping right leg.

When he landed, he saw that Wang Anping had already stopped and stood still.

With a slight smile on his face, he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior Brother, please show mercy. Junior Brother admits defeat."

A round of cheers immediately erupted from the crowd, and the disciples praised the two of them.

Chen Zhiyang looked at him, his eyes full of approval.

"Junior brother, there's no need to be so modest. Your Xingyi Quan techniques are already quite refined. If I hadn't immersed myself in Xingyi Quan for many years, I might not have been able to gain the upper hand today."

He paused, then said, "You've already achieved such strength so soon after breaking through to the Dark Force realm. Given time, your achievements will be limitless."

When Chen Zhiyang said this, it came from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Anping had only been practicing Dark Force for a few days, but his application of Dark Force was so skillful that he didn't seem like someone who was only in the early stages of Dark Force.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. There is still a lot I need to learn."

Wang Anping was not arrogant or complacent. From the battle just now, he could clearly feel that his opponent was simply suppressing his strength.

If I really went all out, I probably wouldn't last ten moves...

"Junior brother is too modest. You've only been in the Dark Force realm for a few days, and you've already reached this level. You're already very strong."

"Alright, that's enough for today. Let's not disturb these disciples' martial arts practice." Chen Zhiyang smiled and waved to the inner disciples surrounding him, signaling them to return to their positions.

"Thank you for your guidance today, Senior Brother. I'll get back to my work now."

Wang Anquan clasped his hands in a fist salute, bid farewell to the other party, and headed towards his original residence.

It was still early, and he planned to practice there until late at night before going back.

........

Time flies

Before they knew it, it was the day before the arena match.

It was snowing heavily that day, the sun had just set, and the moon was high in the sky.

After Wang Anping finished practicing his punches one last time, he stood in the courtyard and began to look at his proficiency panel.

[Host: Wang Anping]

Age: 17

【Five Animal Fist 517/1000 Ming Jin】

【Five Elements Stance Training 503/1000 Ming Jin】

[Xingyiquan 1273/2000 Dark Power]

【Breaking Edge Eight Cuts 503/1000 Ming Jin】

[Martial Arts Realm: Dark Strength]

"Phew, I finally managed to upgrade the Eight-Sword Breaking Technique and Five Elements Stance to the Ming Jin level. It's just that the speed at which I gain proficiency will be much slower from now on."

These days, Wang Anping practices his swordsmanship and stance training every morning according to his plan.

At the beginning, swordsmanship gave 6 points of proficiency and stance training gave 3 points. Later, swordsmanship also became 3 points.

Two days ago, his stance training reached the Ming Jin level ahead of schedule, and he has been using his mornings to improve his swordsmanship ever since.

Now, apart from Xingyiquan, the other three martial arts have all reached the Mingjin level, which is also known as Xiaocheng.

Wang Anping felt his strength had greatly increased! He could even fight someone who had been at the Dark Force level for four or five years!

A person's life is finite. Many people at the Dark Force level can achieve great success by mastering one skill in their lifetime, which is already quite remarkable.

As for practicing more martial arts? You don't have time when you're young, and when you get old and your energy and blood have declined, how can you practice?

Even geniuses don't have enough time to practice so many techniques at the same time when they are young.

"I wonder what ranking I can achieve in the tournament?"

Wang Anping was still very tempted by the thousand taels of silver, but he didn't know if those people at the peak of internal strength would participate. If they did, then there was nothing he could do.

"Anping, aren't you buying meat? Let's go." Zhang Cheng came out of a side room; he had moved in yesterday.

Seeing that there was no news or movement in the past few days, Wang Anping asked the other party to move out and live with him.

He also taught the other party the sword technique he had obtained from the Four Seas Gang, but Zhang Cheng's talent was average, and he had not yet mastered it.

"Let me wash my face first." Ever since breaking through to the Dark Force realm, Wang Anping felt his craving for meat growing stronger.

The Qi and Blood Pills and medicinal meals provided by the martial arts school were far from enough for him.

So during this period, he went to buy meat almost every two days. Each time he would buy fifty or sixty pounds, which he would finish in two days.

After taking a shower and changing their clothes, the two walked across two streets and onto the main road.

The sun had just set, and every household had hung up lanterns. The snow was falling heavily.

There were few pedestrians on the street. In those days, very few people could afford to dress warmly. At this time, most families were at home warming themselves by the fire.

"Anping, I heard that a gang called the Yihe Gang has recently emerged in our county. They just fought a battle with two other gangs yesterday and seized a lot of territory."

Zhang Cheng tightened his clothes, and white mist rose from his mouth as he spoke.

"The Righteous Harmony Gang?" Wang Anping was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that other gangs would emerge so quickly after the Four Seas Gang was destroyed.

"Yes, I heard that the Yihe Gang was founded by three people, and they don't collect protection money from the poor."

They only collect protection fees from brothels, gambling dens, and merchants.

Recently, many ordinary people have been hoping that the Yihe Gang can drive out the other two gangs.

Zhang Cheng spoke with such conviction, as if he had actually met these people, and he continued talking to himself.

Wang Anping, however, was somewhat distracted. Lately, he had been thinking about finding some business to start so that he wouldn't have to worry about expenses when his family came to visit.

Unfortunately, as a time traveler, he didn't know how to make soap, and he didn't have the right ingredients to make salt. He also couldn't cook by himself.

This matter had troubled him for a long time, but Zhang Cheng's words just now gave him another idea.

Gangs!

He likes gangs like the Yihe Gang that don't exploit the poor, so why not recruit them for his own use?

However, this is just a thought, and we can only talk about the specifics later. Right now, the most important thing is to prepare for the upcoming arena battle.

He plans to bring his family over immediately after the tournament ends.

With the arrival of winter, many people will struggle to survive, and unrest is likely to ensue.

Soon, they arrived at the beef shop.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any beef left?"