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

Zhang Feng, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

We won! We actually won!

After thinking for a while, he found an excuse: "The opponent just underestimated me; I only won by luck!"

The person in charge of Arena Number Six stepped forward, glanced at Zhang Zhufeng lying on the ground, and announced loudly:

"Wang Anping of Chen's Martial Arts School wins on Arena No. 6!"

Wang Anping breathed a slight sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The battle just now may have seemed easy, but it actually took a lot of effort.

Zhang Zhufeng's strength is indeed not weak. If his opponent had not underestimated him and given him an opportunity to strike decisively, the outcome would have been uncertain.

At this moment, several people in the stands noticed this, and the master of Longyuan Martial Arts School stood up in shock.

"What's going on! Zhang Zhufeng, what's wrong with you?!"

The head of the Dragon Martial Arts Academy has an extremely rugged appearance and speaks in a very loud voice.

He stared wide-eyed at Zhang Zhufeng, who had not yet gotten up, and asked him a question.

"Hey, Brother Long! The competition is still going on, you can ask later."

Chen Chaoming stood up to offer some words of comfort, as he had also been genuinely startled.

But this is good news for him; Fei Tianyang has one less competitor! His top spot is even more secure!

Master Long was taken aback by his words. After thinking for a moment, he walked directly off the stage.

This was his top pick, and he lost?

He's going to find out the specifics, and if it's a scam, he'll definitely demand an explanation!

At the same time, Wang Anping stepped off the stage and returned to the rest area when Chen Zhiyang came over and handed him a pot of water.

"Junior brother played well, he actually won!"

"It was just luck; the other side underestimated me and gave me the opportunity," Wang Anping smiled, without any arrogance.

"Although your opponent did underestimate you, your chopping fist has reached the level of unity between fist and intent, which is clearly the middle stage of internal strength."

Chen Zhiyang had a smile on his face. He had just carefully observed the moves Wang Anping used to defeat his opponent.

Isn't that the mark of the mid-stage of Dark Force?

Wang Anping took the water, took a sip, and smiled, "Thanks to my senior brother's guidance all the time."

Just then, a cheer came from the first arena. Fei Tianyang had easily defeated his opponent and was slowly walking off the arena.

His face remained expressionless, as if he had just crushed an ant.

On the other side, Shu Hao's match also came to a conclusion, and he won as well.

"The next round of drawing lots will begin in fifteen minutes," the referee announced.

The first round ended, and half of the sixteen people were eliminated.

Of the eight who advanced, Chen's Martial Arts School took three spots, while Longyuan Martial Arts School was completely eliminated, with Wang Anping and Shu Hao each winning one match.

The other five families each had one spot, so it seems that Chen's Martial Arts School is indeed stronger.

Chen Chaoming sat in his seat, looked at the people next to him, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a smile:

"You flatter me, everyone. My disciples are more promising than I expected."

Nothing in this world is absolute. Although Wang Anping's unexpected advancement made him even more confident, he still restrained himself a little and did not speak too arrogantly.

The head of the Sun Family Martial Arts School snorted coldly when he saw him like this.

"Hmph, don't act like your family just got first place. It's still early!"

"Yes, Brother Chen, don't be too happy yet."

"My Liu family's prodigy is still here; Master Chen is celebrating too soon." Several people around Chen Chaoming spoke up after seeing his smug expression.

Although the other party didn't say it explicitly, who doesn't know what he meant? Doesn't this mean that the top spot belongs to his family?

at the same time.

The fact that Wang Anping's strength was at the mid-stage of Dark Force had already been told to everyone by the people of Longyuan Martial Arts School.

His upcoming matches may not be so easy.

Time flew by, and the second round of drawing lots began in a quarter of an hour!

He went up on stage and drew a lot: number two.

There were eight people in total. The drawing of lots took only a few minutes, and the person holding the bamboo tube announced the pairings: "Number One vs. Number Eight, Number Two vs. Number Seven..."

When he called out his number, Wang Anping looked up and his eyes met those of a young man.

Looking at the clothes on the other person, he recognized him as Chen Guanghu, the genius boy from the Chen family.

"You were lucky just now. Remember to surrender early this time." Chen Guanghu said threateningly, then turned and walked towards Arena Number Two.

So confident? Looking at the other person, who was about the same age as him, Wang Anping couldn't understand where his confidence came from.

"I hope your skills are as strong as your mouth!" He clenched his fist and walked towards Arena Number Two.

The two stood together, but this time he did not clasp his hands in greeting.

Before the competition started, the Chen family's ancestral "stab kick" technique came to mind again.

Chuojiao has a rich variety of leg techniques, including eight basic techniques: lifting, pointing, circling, flipping, inserting, swinging, kicking, and stomping.

It is known as the Eight Mother Legs of Chuojiao, and from this it is derived the Eighty-One Legs of Chuojiao.

"This does somewhat counter Xingyi Quan. This time, I can't wait for the opponent to make the first move. I need to launch a fierce attack to seize the initiative and engage in close-quarters combat!"

After making a plan, Wang Anping took a deep breath and assumed a Xingyi Quan stance.

"Heh, you'd better surrender now to avoid getting hurt later." Chen Guanghu didn't take Wang Anping seriously at all. He had been learning martial arts since he was a child and was already at the mid-stage of internal strength at only seventeen years old.

He's just a peasant who won by sheer luck, but he still looks down on him!

But despite his disdain, he was actually quite alert.

The words spoken are merely an attempt to see if they can break the other person's defenses and make them give up on their own.

After all, how could a prodigy nurtured by a powerful family be a fool?

"start!"

As a voice rang out, a series of crackling sounds echoed across the arena.

At the same time, Wang Anping's eyes narrowed and his feet suddenly sank into the ground!

His inner strength surged from his dantian, and before his opponent could make a move, he shot out like an arrow!

His goal was clear—close contact!

Xingyiquan is a swift and powerful short-range fighting style. Only by getting close to the opponent's side can the advantage of the whole body's power be brought to the extreme, while also restraining the opponent's possible long-distance leg techniques.

Seeing this, Chen Guanghu's lips curled into a mocking smile: "You're asking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shifted his feet and leaped into the air. His right leg, like a whip, whistled through the air and slashed straight at Wang Anping's face!

This leg technique is powerful and fierce, as fast as lightning. It is the killing move of the Chen family's ancestral Chuojiao - the leg lift!

This kick was fully charged, with power flowing from the foot to the waist, and then to the shoulders and back, coherently connecting each joint – a level of mid-stage internal strength!

Below the stage, Chen Zhiyang's expression changed slightly: "Oh no! It's that 'Eight Mother Legs' from Chuojiao!"

Chen Chaoming on the stage glanced around and shook his head upon seeing this scene.

Having already decided that Wang Anping was bound to lose this round, he turned his attention to Shu Hao.

On the stage, seeing the fierce kick coming towards him, Wang Anping advanced instead of retreating.

He suddenly ducked, sliding along the ground like a cat, barely dodging the kick. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and delivered a powerful punch straight to the opponent's abdomen!

The Bengquan (a type of fist strike) is as swift as an arrow, with fierce and powerful force, aiming directly at the opponent's open space!

Chen Guanghu was startled; he hadn't expected Wang Anping to react so swiftly!

In the rush, he didn't have time to change his move. He could only stomp his left leg and twist his body half an inch, while pressing down with his left hand in an attempt to block the punch.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collide, and hidden force explodes!

Chen Guanghu felt a surge of brute force, which made his arm go numb and caused him to stagger back two steps involuntarily.

Wang Anping pressed his advantage relentlessly, using a series of rapid footwork to step right in front of his opponent!

With his left elbow outstretched and his right fist in a fist, he unleashed a series of chopping and drilling punches, the shadows of his fists flying like a storm, engulfing his opponent!

For a moment, Chen Guanghu was beaten so badly that he was almost unable to defend himself.

"snort!"

Chen Guanghu roared angrily. He had been forced into this situation by a peasant, and he had completely lost face!

He suddenly pushed off the ground with both feet, his body retreating rapidly while his right leg swung up again.

This time, however, it was a kick, the leg technique like drawing an arc with a compass, carrying a twisting force, aimed directly at Wang Anping's lower body!

The art of Chuojiao (戳脚) emphasizes that the hands are like two doors, and the entire attack relies on the feet.

This series of kicks is cunning and ruthless, targeting the lower body. If you get hit, you may suffer minor injuries or even fall to the ground on the spot!

Wang Anping was well aware of the dangers of being poked in the foot.

Seeing the opponent's leg sweeping towards him, he suddenly did a backflip, and as he rose into the air, he stomped down with his right foot, actually using his leg to chop at the opponent's shin from the side!

This split kick was a technique from the Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge! He channeled his inner strength into his soles, using his leg as a blade, making it incomparably powerful and fierce!

"Snap!"

A soft sound rang out, accompanied by a painful groan from the young Chen.

He felt a piercing pain in his calf, and the power of his leg technique instantly dissipated.

He staggered and fell to the ground, clutching his calf and howling in pain.

Wang Anping landed steadily, withdrew his fist, stood up, looked at the fallen Chen family youth, and said calmly, "Your mouth is more powerful than your legs."