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

[Xingyiquan 1412/2000 Dark Power]

Stepping onto the ring and looking at his own skill level, Wang Anping took a deep breath.

Standing opposite him was a young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing short clothes, with bronze skin, bulging muscles all over his body, and an unremarkable appearance.

While he was sizing up the other person, the other person was also sizing him up.

There were eight arenas, and sixteen people stood on them.

County Magistrate Chen Jinghua stood on the stands and announced, "Let's begin!"

Upon hearing his words, the martial artists in charge of each arena shouted in unison, "Begin!"

As the voice rang out, a wave of cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd, each shouting the names of their supporters.

Wang Anping clasped his hands in a fist salute to the people from Longyuan Martial Arts School and said, "I am Wang Anping, the fourteenth disciple of Chen Family Martial Arts School."

The other person did the same, clasping his hands in a fist and saying, "I am Zhang Zhufeng, the fifth disciple of the Longyuan Martial Arts School. I would like to ask for your guidance!"

After speaking, the two assumed a fighting stance, neither of them making the first move, but instead observing each other and searching for weaknesses.

From the stands, the headmaster of Longyuan Martial Arts School looked at Chen Chaoming and said, "Your novice disciple seems quite promising."

"Hahaha, how can he compare to your disciple? I just hope he doesn't lose too badly in this match."

Chen Chaoming smiled. It wasn't out of modesty; he genuinely believed that Wang Anping couldn't defeat his opponent.

One had only broken through to the Dark Force realm a few days ago, while the other had already reached the mid-stage of the Dark Force realm. It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.

In his mind, as long as Wang Anping could exhaust most of the opponent's strength, he would have done a great job. He would then arrange for Fei Tianyang to fight the opponent in the next match, and they could easily win.

In the second match, Shu Hao will take a pill to temporarily boost his strength. When the two of them advance, it will be perfect for Fei Tianyang to win the championship!

This was something he and County Lieutenant Fei Hong had planned long ago; otherwise, he alone wouldn't have been able to tamper with the lottery.

"Heh, don't worry, my disciple will go easy on you." The master of Longyuan Martial Arts School smiled confidently upon hearing his words.

On the arena, Zhang Zhufeng made his move! With a swift movement, he darted out like a monkey in the forest!

His footsteps were light and quick, and his arms swung out like long whips, creating a sharp whistling sound.

Tongbei Quan emphasizes speed and swiftness, and his move was a killing blow. His right hand formed a palm and chopped straight at Wang Anping's face!

His left hand was concealed as a backup, guarding his waist; its power was deep and long, ready to strike the moment it touched his clothes.

Wang Anping's eyes narrowed, his legs planted firmly as a rock, and his inner strength flowed from his dantian, through his feet, legs, and then to his waist and abdomen, penetrating each joint.

Xingyiquan is a short-range, swift fighting style; instead of retreating, he advanced.

With his left hand blocking horizontally and his right hand clenched into a fist, he unexpectedly met the attack with a chopping punch!

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided, and a muffled thud exploded.

Zhang Zhufeng felt a powerful and heavy force surge towards him, which made his arm go numb and his steps falter.

Wang Anping deliberately feigned weakness, and was forced back five or six steps by the elastic force of the opponent's palm. At the same time, he made a rough judgment on Zhang Zhufeng's strength.

The power of Tongbei Quan is indeed tricky, combining hardness with softness, and softness with hardness. If you are not careful, you will be able to use the opponent's force against them.

"Zhang Zhufeng! Hit him!"

"Go, Senior Brother Wang! Chen's Martial Arts School will win!"

"Excellent! Excellent punches! This is a true contest between masters of internal strength!"

Zhang Cheng clenched his fists, his face flushed red, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Anping! Beat him up! Beat him hard!"

Zhang Dacai also looked tense, staring intently at the two people on the stage, his palms sweating.

On the stands, Chen Chaoming held a teacup, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

The two fists collided, and it was clear that Wang Anping was inferior to his opponent. It was a losing game; hopefully, he could wear down his opponent as much as possible.

After thinking for a moment, he stopped paying attention to Wang Anping and instead glanced at the first arena where Fei Tianyang was, where he saw that Fei Tianyang was already dominating his opponent.

On the arena where Wang Anping fought, the two had only exchanged one blow before they had already figured out each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Sensing that his opponent's strength was weaker than his own, Zhang Zhufeng was full of confidence!

He spread out his body like a monkey climbing a branch, moving left and right with extreme agility.

Palm shadows danced, their force sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes springy, sometimes explosive, enveloping Wang Anping's vital points.

His boxing style was wide and powerful, with long-range attacks and a strong advantage for every inch of length, forcing Wang Anping to repeatedly parry.

Wang Anping appeared to be struggling to defend, as he used the Five Elements Fist of Xingyi Quan in turn, barely managing to hold on.

Below the stands, at the Chen Family Martial Arts School's location, senior disciple Chen Zhiyang and others would occasionally glance in their direction.

"Junior Brother Wang is still too young. He will probably be defeated in ten more rounds."

"Yes, but it's quite impressive that someone who has just entered the Dark Force realm can fight this well against their opponent."

"Heh, if I went up there, the opponent would definitely be no match for me. I really don't know why Master made him go up there!" Zhang Feng, standing to the side, glanced at the arena, his mouth full of resentment.

Suddenly! Zhang Zhufeng roared,

"drink!"

Suddenly lowering his body, his right hand transformed from a palm into a claw, actually using a grappling technique from Tongbei Quan, grabbing Wang Anping's wrist!

This move is insidious and cunning; once caught, it will result in broken bones and severe injuries.

However, the opponent was only focused on attacking and underestimated Wang Anping, wanting to take him down in one move.

Unfortunately, he forgot the advantage of Xingyi Quan in close combat, and he didn't expect Wang Anping to be hiding his strength. At this moment, his center was wide open!

Seeing this, Wang Anping unleashed all his strength, flipped his wrist to avoid the opponent's claws, and at the same time clenched his left fist and threw out a cannon punch!

The opponent underestimated me. If I go all out from the start, it might be difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

But it was also because the opponent underestimated him that he was able to seize the opportunity!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him in an instant!

The Cannon Fist was like a cannon, with swift and fierce power, like a cannonball shot from the barrel, striking straight at Zhang Zhufeng's chest!

This punch was as fast as lightning, there was no way to avoid it!

Zhang Zhufeng's expression changed drastically, and in his haste, he could only cross his arms to protect his chest.

But is it too late?

There was a loud "Bang!"

The force of the punch landed squarely on both arms, the hidden force penetrating deep into the body.

Zhang Zhufeng groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena. A breath of turbid air rose to his throat, and he almost spat out blood.

He struggled to get up, but found that his arms were weak and powerless, and most of his internal energy had been dissipated.

He lost! He actually lost!

Zhang Zhufeng could hardly believe it! At the same time, he cursed his third senior brother from his martial arts school in his heart.

The other party said that Wang Anping had just entered the Dark Force realm and had no experience in life-or-death battles. His martial arts skills were mediocre, and he should save his energy to deal with others.

He felt that punch very clearly; it was clearly at the mid-stage of internal strength!

Wang Anping withdrew his fist and stood still. After all, they were on the ring, and he had no intention of chasing after his opponent to kill him. He simply clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concession."

Those in the audience who witnessed this scene erupted in thunderous cheers!

"We won! Senior Brother Wang won!"

"Chen's Martial Arts School is awesome!"

"Well done! That was a cool punch!"

"Wow, that's impressive! Quickly memorize this person's appearance, and tell your subordinates to make sure they don't offend him!"

Zhang Cheng jumped up excitedly, almost knocking over the person next to him.

Zhang Dacai was also beaming with joy, and he clenched his fist vigorously.