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

Practice your fist a hundred times, and its meaning will become clear!

Snowflakes began to fall again from the sky, and Wang Anping waved his fist in the courtyard.

He roughly estimated that among martial artists under the age of 25 who had been apprentices for three years, the strongest among them was at most at the mid-stage of Dark Force.

Furthermore, one can only master one major martial art at most, and it is difficult to reach the minor level in others.

Therefore, he saw an opportunity to win first place. Winning first place meant a thousand taels of silver and a chance to take the martial arts exam—both things were very tempting to him!

"We must fight for what we deserve!"

Wang Anping is not the kind of person who would let an opportunity slip by. If he has an opportunity, he will try his best to seize it!

Hupu!

Monkey jump!

He became increasingly adept at Xingyi Twelve Fists.

.......

"call!"

As darkness fell, Wang Anping stopped his boxing practice and took a deep breath.

[Xingyiquan 1332/2000 Dark Power]

"According to the classification of realms, my current strength is equivalent to the early stage of Dark Force."

"Keep working hard after dinner! We must fight for first place in the competition the day after tomorrow!"

Assessing his own strength, Wang Anping headed towards the kitchen. He placed the braised beef in a pot, heated it up, and then began to feast.

"Anping~ My dad's here." Zhang Cheng's joyful voice came from outside.

Wang Anping walked out, eating a piece of beef.

"Uncle!" He looked happily towards the door, where his uncle Zhang Dacai appeared, leading his little donkey and pulling a cart.

"Anping, you've really built such a big yard! You've got guts."

Zhang Dacai praised him, saying that he had rarely gone into the city since the beginning of winter, not only because the mountain roads were difficult to travel, but also because there were many bandits.

Today, since I'm rarely in town selling some wild game, I'll naturally take the opportunity to visit my son and nephew at the martial arts school.

He just didn't expect his son to say that Wang Anping had bought a house. At the time, he thought the kid was bragging!

Who knew it was actually true!

Looking at the three-courtyard house, he was so astonished that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Hey, one day my cousin will have this skill too." Wang Anping was very happy, it was a rare opportunity to see his family.

"Come on, let's go inside and warm up." He said, pointing to the donkey cart as he looked at Zhang Cheng.

"Cheng-ge pulled the donkey cart to the orange tree."

"Wait, wait! There are still clothes your mother prepared for you on that donkey cart. She said it's getting cold and you should wear more clothes."

The two chickens on top, and half a lamb too.

As Zhang Dacai spoke, he unloaded the goods from the cart little by little.

"How come there's so much?" Wang Anping was stunned. Was this house overrun? So much stuff, it must be worth a lot of money.

"The clothes were given to you by your mother, the mutton was bought with money pooled together by your uncles, and those two chickens were caught by me for you two to eat." Zhang Dacai and Zhang Cheng were each carrying a pile of things, and Wang Anping felt a little sad when he saw this scene.

Having been in this world for so long, all I do every day is practice martial arts. I never expected to feel warmth today.

His kindness to the original owner's family in the past was simply out of a desire to repay them on their behalf.

But at this moment, he seemed to genuinely consider them family, which was so heartwarming.

"Okay, I'll help you carry them."

He didn't mind his family's wasteful spending; money is meant to be spent, and besides, with his abilities, this amount of money was nothing to him.

They put their things inside the house and the three of them sat around the fireplace.

"Things are getting more and more chaotic these days. A while ago, a group of refugees came to Erdao Township and robbed several households." Zhang Dacai puffed on his pipe, his face showing worry after the initial joy.

"I encountered a group of bandits when I came here today. If it weren't for the donkey running fast, they probably would have stolen my things."

Upon hearing his uncle's words, the joyful expression on Wang Anping's face gradually disappeared.

"Is it that serious?"

"Yes, many people can't survive in winter, and things are getting more and more chaotic."

When I entered the city, there weren't many refugees left outside the city.

Only those who couldn't walk left, or whose bodies remained on that small hill.

Since returning home last time, Wang Anping hasn't left the city for a long time and doesn't know much about the situation outside.

Only now does he realize how serious it has become.

"Uncle, you can go back later. After I finish my match the day after tomorrow, Zhang Cheng and I will escort you back. I'll bring my whole family over then, and you can all come and live with us."

After saying that, Wang Anping immediately put on a serious face and continued, "Don't refuse. I bought this big courtyard so that everyone can live together. At the very least, you'll have to spend the winter here, otherwise it's too dangerous."

He spoke with a firm tone, exuding an air of unquestionable authority.

He can't wait until someone actually hurts his uncle's family before he takes them over to live with him.

By then it was too late! We didn't care about the others, but we only had a handful of close relatives, and the room was big enough for them!

"This..." Zhang Dacai hesitated, not wanting to burden his nephew.

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Wang Anping pretended to be serious and said, "If you don't come, I won't take care of Cheng-ge anymore."

"Dad! Just listen to Anping. Let's get through this winter first. We can repay this kindness slowly in the future." Zhang Cheng sat to the side, and he was also very anxious after hearing his father's description.

Seeing that the other party hesitated, he quickly spoke up to persuade them.

"Alright, then let's go back together the day after tomorrow." Zhang Dacai saw his son also trying to persuade him, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

A look of gratitude crossed his face as he looked at Wang Anping: "Anping, thank you." Then he looked at Zhang Cheng: "You must remember Anping's kindness!"

Zhang Cheng smiled when he saw his father agree.

He wasn't after Wang Anping's large mansion; he was just happy that his family wouldn't have to face any danger.

Hearing his father's words, a mischievous look appeared on his face, and he patted his chest to assure him:

"Don't worry, from now on I'm Anping's little brother. If he tells me to go east, I'll never dare to go west!"

"Haha, not at all. It's cold now, you guys should get some rest, I still need to go out and practice my boxing."

The previous tension quickly dissipated, and after a few cheerful words and conversations, Wang Anping walked into the courtyard.

Looking at the white courtyard, he took a deep breath.

"Fist is power!"

He assumed the stance of Xingyi Quan and began to practice.

Inside the room, Zhang Dacai looked at Wang Anping's figure with admiration in his eyes and said to Zhang Cheng, "Look how diligent Anping is. You shouldn't be lazy either, go and learn from him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "I just wanted to spend more time with you. I'll go now."

As he spoke, he walked into the courtyard.

Time flies by.

Before they knew it, the day of the Dark Force Arena Tournament arrived.

I learned from Zhang Cheng that the winner of the Jin level the day before yesterday was a young man from the Liu family named Liu Xuewu.

Yesterday's winner of the Ming Jin competition was Fang Yu from the Chen Family Martial Arts School.

The weather is exceptionally nice today; the sun is high in the sky, and most of the snow on the streets has melted.

Wang Anping led Zhang Dacai and Zhang Cheng to the martial arts training ground.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw my sixth senior sister, Yang Fang, looking around as if searching for something.

Seeing him approach, the other person ran over and said, "Your master wants to see you. He says he has something to tell you."