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

"Shu Hao, Tian Yang, and An Ping will be the three of you to participate in the Dark Force disciple training."

"What?"

Upon hearing that his name wasn't mentioned, Zhang Feng's face showed disbelief, and he looked at Chen Chaoming.

"Master, Wang Anping has only been a disciple for a little over half a year. How can we give him a spot?" As he spoke, he gave Wang Anping a fierce look.

"How long has he practiced martial arts to reach the internal strength stage, and how long have you practiced? This first place has nothing to do with you, so why bother fighting for a spot in the competition?"

Chen Chaoming stared at him expressionlessly, whether it was Wang Anping or Shu Hao.

The purpose of participating in the arena competition is simply to help Fei Tianyang remove some obstacles. The top spot must belong to Fei Tianyang. As for who removes the obstacles, does it matter?

Moreover, Wang Anping is a genius who has mastered the hidden strength of martial arts after about half a year of training, so it would be more prestigious to bring him out.

Upon hearing his master's words, Zhang Feng's face turned pale and then purple.

"Seventh Senior Brother, don't worry. After I win first place, you'll definitely get your share of the rewards, and..."

Fei Tianyang walked to his side and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was reckless." After hearing what the other party said, Zhang Feng's face relaxed.

He had already sided with Fei Tianyang, and now that Fei Tianyang claimed he was 100% guaranteed to win first place, it seemed like he didn't really need to participate.

"Okay, let's go."

Chen Chaoming nodded in satisfaction, his gaze fixed on Fei Tianyang.

At his command, the crowd followed him toward the outer city. Because there was little open space in the inner city, the arena was built in the outer city.

Upon entering the inner courtyard, one finds a large group of disciples already gathered. Ten participants stand at the front, their faces beaming with excitement.

The top scorer in the final round receives three hundred taels of silver. If they only use the money for simple food and drink, a family of five could never spend it all in a lifetime.

How can I not get excited?

"Set off!"

Seeing the group come out, Chen Zhiyang gave an order to the disciples who had reached the Qi Refining stage and then walked outside.

As for the apprentices in the outer academy, there's no need for them to go. They're just a bunch of ordinary people, and there's no point in them going.

"How's it going, junior brother? Has Master announced your name yet?"

Chen Zhiyang walked into the crowd and looked at Wang Anping.

"My master told me to go with him to train a bit."

Wang Anping nodded, but in his words he attributed his participation in the competition to his master, without mentioning any favors from the other party.

"Train a bit? Excellent, excellent." Chen Zhiyang smiled. He wasn't stupid; of course he knew what Wang Anping meant.

He replied with "Excellent," and then walked towards Yang Fang and the others, still speaking in hushed tones.

"I don't know what someone with that kind of ability would do. The first place will definitely go to Junior Brother Fei. This kind of person would just be going to experience it and waste the opportunity."

Zhang Feng, the seventh senior brother behind Wang Anping, couldn't help but mock him when he saw that neither his master nor his eldest senior brother were beside him.

Seeing this, Wang Anping quickly walked towards Zhang Cheng.

He wasn't afraid of conflict with the other party; it was just a beginner-level Dark Force cultivator, and he believed he could suppress him!

What he was afraid of was accidentally killing the other person.

"Tch, he doesn't even have the courage to argue back." Zhang Feng became even more smug as he watched Wang Anping walk away quickly.

"Seventh brother, say less. After all, we're all from the same sect. It wouldn't be good if outsiders heard us."

Fifth Senior Brother Shu Hao spoke up to stop the other party.

By this time, the crowd had already left the martial arts gym. The road was covered with snow, and the sound of people walking on it was constant.

Wang Anping strode towards Zhang Cheng at the back. As soon as he passed by, the disciples around him saw him and began to greet him respectfully.

"Greetings, senior brother."

"Senior Brother Wang."

He nodded in response to each question, then looked at Zhang Cheng and asked, "Did you participate?"

"No, my aptitude is a bit lacking, and I can't compare to my fellow disciples."

Zhang Cheng shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Anping reached out and patted him on the shoulder, gently comforting him:

"In martial arts training, it's not about being the first, but about speaking fluently and eloquently. Don't rush, everyone has their chance to shine."

"In martial arts training, it's not about being the first, but about being able to speak fluently and eloquently... Not only is your skill level getting higher and higher, but you're also becoming quite articulate."

Zhang Cheng carefully considered Wang Anping's words, revealing his bright white teeth.

These words were meant for him, but in reality, Wang Anping was also talking to himself, going on and on...

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Xicheng is home to the largest open space in Zhenyuan County, which was once a training ground for martial arts practitioners from the previous dynasty.

Today, ten arenas and spectator stands were set up on the long-abandoned martial arts field, which was packed with ordinary people, including members of various gangs.

The common people were just there to watch the spectacle, while the gang members were there to identify the new masters – they wanted to see if these newly emerged experts were people they couldn't mess with.

As the sun rises, the snow on the ground slowly melts.

The four major families and three martial arts schools all arrived, while the county magistrate and county lieutenant sat on chairs on the high platform, waiting for the event to begin.

The heads of the Liu and Li families ascended the platform and sat to the right of the county magistrate, while the heads of the Chen and Fei families were the county magistrate and the county lieutenant, respectively.

The three masters of Chen's Martial Arts School, Sun's Martial Arts School, and Longyuan Martial Arts School sat to the left of the county magistrate.

Below the stage, the disciples from the four schools and three halls were clearly divided into distinct groups.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, County Lieutenant Fei Hong looked at County Magistrate Chen Jinghua, who was sitting to the side: "Brother Jingming, it's almost time."

Chen Jinghua was around forty years old, with a well-proportioned build. He didn't look like someone who had practiced martial arts; he looked more like a scholar.

He stood up from the armchair in his dark blue official robes and looked around.

"Let's begin then."

"The magistrate can make the decision."

"Brother Jingming, please."

Several people spoke up in agreement, and Chen Jinghua went to the edge of the stands.

"Silence! Everyone knows the rules: the first day is to develop internal strength, the second day is to develop visible strength, and the third day is to develop hidden strength."

Let's make friends through martial arts, please be careful, and begin the draw!

As his voice faded, three men dressed in short shirts stepped onto the arena. One of them, holding a bamboo tube, shouted:

"Disciples who have reached the advanced stage, step forward and draw lots!"

Soon, disciples from various martial arts schools stepped forward to draw bamboo slips, each slip bearing a number. They then engaged in one-on-one matches, with the winner advancing to the next round.

From the very first match, the winner will be decided today; there will be no rest time.

Wang Anping stood in the crowd, watching people line up to draw lots. He turned to look at his senior brother.

"Senior brother, please tell Master for me that I'm going back to practice martial arts."

"Oh? Junior brother is so diligent? You can't improve much in two days, why not make some noise here?" Chen Zhiyang turned to look at him, his eyes filled with some confusion.

Regardless of whether they are disciples of the Ming Jin or An Jin level, they are not allowed to practice martial arts for the next two or three days.

This kind of tournament doesn't happen often, so everyone comes here just to have some fun and relax.

He sized Wang Anping up and down: "How much can your strength improve in just a day or two?"

"I don't really like crowded places. I'll come back during the Dark Force Arena."

Wang Anping smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

He can now increase his proficiency by dozens of points a day. If he spends two days practicing Xingyi Quan, increasing his proficiency by eighty points will be no problem.

Why waste time watching a show instead of improving your skills?

What a joke.

"Then I'll go back too." Zhang Cheng leaned over; he was useless here alone, and he wanted to go back as well.

"I went back because watching battles involving Entering the Internal Force and Manifesting the Internal Force was useless, but with your current strength, watching more battles will still be beneficial."

Wang Anping stopped him, saying that the opponent's strength was not yet sufficient, and it would be beneficial to observe more sparring among those of the same level.

"Alright, then you can go back first." Zhang Cheng nodded, and after hearing what Wang Anping said, he understood the reasoning behind it.

After doing all this, Wang Anping walked towards the courtyard.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng, who was standing in the crowd, began to mock Fei Tianyang and the others next to him.

"I really don't know why Master would give such a lucky country bumpkin a chance to break through to the inner strength level. What's the use of last-minute cramming? He'll just come down right away anyway."