Brush Up Your Proficiency

Facing this group of arrogant thugs, Wang Hao was actually quite confident in his ability to handle them.

However, he was still curious as to whether the cheat he possessed could play a role at this crucial moment, preferably bestowing upon him a powerful skill that could easily cope with the current tricky situation, like the legendary Conqueror's Haki, a skill that was so impressive and cool.

As Wang Hao silently confirmed this in his heart, sure enough, that familiar scene reappeared before his eyes.

It was the mysterious scene that only appeared when a brand new skill was about to descend, and he was no longer surprised by such a scene.

However, this time it was different from the past in that the color of the entire picture seemed to become more and more dim, as if it had lost its former vibrancy and vitality.

But Wang Hao only pondered for a moment, then quickly put this strangeness behind him, after all, the most important thing at the moment was to start the process of unlocking the new skill, the quality of the picture did not matter, as long as it did not affect him getting the skill.

At this moment, a scratch card was placed in the center of the screen, and the huge palm, which seemed to be getting more and more illusory and hazy, reappeared, this time rapidly scratching the coating in the center of the scratch card at lightning speed.

As Wang Hao advanced and time passed, the coating was gradually peeled away, and all of Wang Hao's attention was locked on the result that was about to be revealed.

Finally, after a slightly tense and exciting wait, the coating on the scratch card was completely cleared, and at the same time, the big hand that was still moving began to slowly dissipate into nothingness.

At this moment, a strange light flashed, and a brand new skill suddenly appeared before Wang Hao's eyes.

He took a closer look and saw that in his vision, two conspicuous characters reappeared—Martial Arts!

When Wang Hao saw these two words, his hopes that he could obtain some unimaginable, fantastic super skills were instantly dashed.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It seems that I really thought too much before. The skills given by the cheat are still closer to reality."

"Although it's not as ideal, this cheat can at least provide a skill to deal with the current predicament. In this way, it can be regarded as verifying some of my previous inner guesses."

As the words "Martial Arts" slowly merged into Wang Hao's mind, a large number of basic martial arts moves, like a tide, flooded his entire mind.

Although it felt quite intimidating, with Wang Hao's current powerful mental strength, it was easy to fully receive and understand this information.

So before long, he had theoretically mastered all the basic moves of these martial arts.

However, just understanding the theory is obviously far from enough. To truly master these moves, you must go through a simple process of familiarization and practice.

Fortunately, Wang Hao has a clear understanding of his current physical fitness. He knows that with his current conditions, practicing these moves should not be too difficult.

So, while leisurely walking forward, he secretly pondered how to better use these moves, and at the same time, he gradually gained confidence in his heart.

"I can just use these ignorant young punks to practice and see how powerful my new skills are!"

Thinking of this, the smile on Wang Hao's face became more and more brilliant, and his eyes seemed to be glowing. He felt like he was not going to face a group of difficult people, but to attend a wonderful banquet.

As a man, Wang Hao had cherished a passionate martial arts dream since he was a child.

Although in today's era, it seems difficult to travel the world with a sword and eliminate violence and bring peace, the changes in the external environment have not diminished the surging energy in his heart.

At this time, as Wang Hao approached, the group of young thugs who were unscrupulously displaying their arrogance next to the car also noticed Wang Hao.

"Boss, it's this guy who made me lose face in front of my girlfriend, it's him!" The two guys with dyed yellow hair immediately shouted when they saw Wang Hao appear.

Their words were full of threats to give Wang Hao a lesson, and at the same time, the eyes cast at Wang Hao were full of provocation and contempt.

It was as if they had already imagined in their minds the scene of Wang Hao kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in a mess.

Along with the loud shouts of these two little yellow hairs, all the fancy-dressed young punks moved at the sound, rushing towards Wang Hao like a swarm.

Everyone had a playful expression on their faces, as if Wang Hao, the elder, had become a toy in their hands, allowing them to trample and ravage him mercilessly.

A thin man, called "Boss" by the two yellow hairs, swaggered forward. They first patted the heads of the two yellow hairs next to them casually, and then walked at the forefront of the team with their heads held high, like a leader.

This thin boss deliberately imitated the style of a gangster, put his hands leisurely in his trouser pockets, and walked straight to the opposite side.

However, for Wang Hao, the situation was completely different.

Because his physical fitness had become so strong that he felt a little scared, he did not feel any fear in the face of these thugs.

At this time, the thin man had already walked up to Wang Hao, squinting his eyes, with a look of disdain on his face, and even reluctant to look at Wang Hao directly, he shouted in an arrogant tone:

"Hey! You old guy, you are the old guy who made my little brother lose face in front of their girls! Come, tell me, how are you going to settle this mess today?"

Hearing this, Wang Hao not only did not flinch, but felt a little novel, and teased the other party with great interest: "Oh? Is that so! Then according to your ideas, how should this be handled?"