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

Wang Anping shifted his stance, still using Xingyiquan footwork. With the Bengquan stance activated, his body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, advancing instead of retreating!

His fist carried an unstoppable, sharp momentum, neither dodging nor avoiding, but directly targeting Li Xiangkai's center. This is the most domineering fighting style of Xingyi Quan—a hard-hitting, unrestrained attack!

Li Xiangkai hadn't expected Wang Anping to be so fierce, and in his haste, he could only dodge to the side.

But the force of the punch grazed his shoulder, still causing a burning pain.

He grunted, took three steps back, and looked at Wang Anping with surprise and doubt: "Brother Wang, how can your Xingyi Quan be so powerful!"

Wang Anping did not answer.

At this moment, he felt every pore on his body burning hot, the heat from the medicine coursing through his limbs and bones, and every breath he took was scorching.

He licked his dry lips, his eyes grew sharper, and he took another step forward, suddenly unleashing the stance of Xingyi Quan's Cannon Fist!

His fists roared like thunder, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, and swept towards Li Xiangkai.

This punch was more powerful, faster, and fiercer than the previous Beng Quan!

"Very well! Since Brother Wang is so eager to settle things, then I, Li, will no longer hold back!"

Li Xiangkai let out a low shout, his hands rapidly forming hand seals in front of his chest, and his aura suddenly changed.

The originally fierce Vajra Palm Intent subtly revealed a balance of strength and gentleness.

He stomped his foot hard, his body shot out like an arrow, and his palm whistled as he struck directly at Wang Anping's face!

The next second, Wang Anping moved.

His body suddenly sank, and his fists came together abruptly, unleashing the most domineering chopping fist in Xingyi Quan!

With all the body's energy and blood mobilized to his fist, this punch subtly possessed the power of a fully developed internal force!

If an ordinary person did what he did, at the very least, it would damage their foundation, preventing them from making any progress in their lifetime.

But who is he? A person who possesses a system, what kind of foundation does he have! As long as he has the system, he can prove himself forever!

"Bang--!"

With a deafening roar, this collision was far more violent than the previous one.

Li Xiangkai felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, and the protective energy in his palm was instantly dispersed.

He was like a sandbag struck by a heavy hammer, flying backwards for a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but found his arms were sore and weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift them.

Wang Anping stood there, panting heavily, feeling the surging medicinal power in his body finally dissipate most of it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Won.

The referee quickly stepped forward, checked Li Xiangkai's injuries, and announced loudly, "Ring No. 1, Wang Anping of Chen's Martial Arts School wins!"

Wang Anping clasped his hands in a fist salute to the referee, then turned to Li Xiangkai, who was slumped on the ground, and nodded slightly: "Brother Li's boxing skills are exquisite, you are too kind to me."

Li Xiangkai gave a wry smile, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sincerely sighed, "Brother Wang's Xingyi Quan is truly admirable. As for the matter of befriending you mentioned earlier, I wonder if Brother Wang would still be willing to agree?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of warmth flashed in Wang Anping's eyes.

Li Xiangkai is an upright and honest person who accepted defeat with equanimity; he is a friend worth making.

He stepped forward, reached out and helped Li Xiangkai up, and said loudly, "It is my honor to befriend Brother Li."

The people in the audience remained calm, because their attention was focused on the other side.

Both Fei Tianyang and Liu Hanjiang were surrounded by faint white mist, indicating that they had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Fei Tianyang's boxing style is the most authentic Xingyi Quan of the Chen Family Martial Arts School, which is fierce and domineering, and every move is aimed at vital points.

However, Liu Hanjiang's Bagua Palm was like a ghost, moving with strange footwork, weaving and dodging in his fist winds, always managing to narrowly avoid attacks, while also occasionally retaliating with a palm strike.

And every move he made was filled with killing intent, as if he had been through many bloody battles!

"Brother Fei's Xingyi Quan seems a bit useless, hasn't it? You've never killed anyone?"

Liu Hanjiang's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, and his footwork became increasingly swift.

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned around, spinning like a top, and his palm wind was like a knife, slicing towards Fei Tianyang in layers.

Fei Tianyang's face darkened, and he hastily sidestepped to block, but the hidden force in the palm wind invaded his meridians, and his arm felt like it had been struck by lightning.

He has never killed anyone. Everyone has always been lenient with him since he was a child, saying he is a genius and protecting him very well. They don't let him take risks, so he is like a flower in a greenhouse.

After one palm strike ended, the opponent followed with another. Faced with Liu Hanjiang's palm technique, which was filled with murderous intent, he was unable to block it for a moment!

Bang!

He groaned and took two steps back, feeling his blood surging. He was actually slightly injured by the palm strike.

"die!"

Seeing that he was powerless, Liu Hanjiang let out a low shout and his palm broke through Fei Tianyang's fist net, landing heavily on Fei's shoulder.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, and Fei Tianyang was struck as if by a heavy blow, flying backward and crashing heavily off the stage, spitting out blood.

Liu Hanjiang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with indifferent eyes: "Genius? Nothing special."

In the stands, Chen Chaoming's face was ashen as he slammed his fist on the wooden table in front of him, shattering it.

No matter how shocked everyone was, Fei Tianyang had lost.

He was defeated because he lacked experience in life-or-death combat, because his martial arts training was too short, and because he lacked experience. He also failed because he relied on drugs to quickly improve his strength, resulting in a weak foundation.

Chen Chaoming ran off the stage, his face ashen as he glared at the other man. Chen Cuiting stood to the side, her eyes brimming with tears, while the other fellow disciples looked on with sighs of pity.

"Quickly send him back to the martial arts school for treatment!" Chen Chaoming looked at his seventh senior brother and the others beside him.

Shu Hao had just been taken to the clinic, and now Fei Tianyang was rushing to get him there as well. Then, he turned to look at Wang Anping:

"Why don't you just admit defeat? That person is very strong and has a lot of killing intent."

"Your combat experience is far superior. Although we're both at the mid-stage of Inner Strength, your opponent's practical combat experience is simply too strong."

Combat experience? That's why Shu Hao and Fei Tianyang failed... With the same strength, a person's combat experience is indeed very important.

Upon hearing his words, Wang Anping began to secretly assess his own advantages: mid-stage internal strength, mastery of Xingyi Quan, minor mastery of stance training, minor mastery of swordsmanship, and minor mastery of Wuqin Quan.

Furthermore, he did not experience any side effects from rapidly increasing his strength or using ginseng, and his experience points were more stable than anything else.

As for practical experience... thinking back to the people he killed after transmigrating, he wasn't without experience.

"Master! This disciple does not want to give up." The opponent is indeed very strong, but I am not without the ability to fight back.

Being cowardly is not the same as being a coward; you should fight when it's time to fight!

"Junior brother! You are indeed very powerful, but your breakthrough time is too short, and your combat experience is not as good as your opponent's," Chen Zhiyang said from the side.

Hearing their conversation, Zhang Dacai and his son Zhang Cheng showed worried expressions and wanted to offer some advice, but ultimately held back and remained silent.

"I have to give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll just give up." Wang Anping was quite confident in himself. He had one mastered boxing technique and three other lesser mastered techniques.

He didn't believe that the other person could be like him, and not just practice one technique!

Moreover, his abundant blood and energy had not been depleted, and he believed that once the battle became a protracted one, his opponent would certainly be no match for him.

"Then be careful. I won't watch the rest. I'm going to check on Tianyang and Shuhao now." Seeing that Wang Anping continued to insist, Chen Chaoming didn't press the matter further.