Brush Up Your Proficiency

Wang Hao took a deep breath, feeling the power surging within him, his heart filled with joy.

The improvement in martial arts skills was not just a theoretical advancement, but also an enhancement of his physical fitness. His body, already becoming stronger due to the culinary skills, seemed to have taken another step forward.

At the same time, a feeling of感慨 arose spontaneously. After all, in just a few minutes, he had successfully elevated his beginner martial arts skills to an intermediate level!

This amazing rate of progress was simply unimaginable, a new record in his personal skill advancement journey.

Recalling how he had just obtained the martial arts skill and then immediately raised it to the intermediate level, this efficiency was something he hadn't dared to imagine before. This speed could probably only be matched by the future 'Star Shift'.

Wang Hao was well aware of the reasons for his rapid improvement. One was that the small-time gangsters had given him practical combat experience, and the most important reason was his powerful mental strength, which allowed him to quickly integrate all the martial arts techniques.

In other words, his comprehension had improved, and he had reached a state where he could 'see mountains not as mountains' in martial arts. This was like attaching a rocket launcher to beginner martial arts, naturally increasing the proficiency level very quickly.

However, at this moment, Wang Hao, while feeling the improvement in his martial arts, watched as the group of reckless gangsters around him continued to provoke him.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and he easily maneuvered around them with swift movements.

As time passed, the improvement of intermediate martial arts skills gradually slowed down, also indicating that the group of gangsters before him posed no threat to Wang Hao, whose strength had greatly increased, and would not contribute much to his martial arts proficiency.

Realizing this, Wang Hao decided to show no more mercy.

He suddenly quickened his pace, as swift as a gust of wind, each kick carrying a sharp sound, and the force was much greater than before.

Even so, he still held back, not using his full strength. He knew that it was enough to teach these gangsters a lesson; there was no need to leave them with lifelong disabilities.

Under Wang Hao's fierce offensive, the originally arrogant gangsters were instantly scattered, wailing in pain.

Speaking of which, Wang Hao's heart was indeed a little softer than most people's.

If someone else possessed such a powerful ability to instantly defeat a whole group of gangsters, they would probably be completely consumed by the idea of acting on behalf of heaven, eliminating evil, and bringing peace.

As a result, these people would most likely become impulsive and reckless, acting without regard for the consequences.

At this moment, the tall, thin man who had been closely watching Wang Hao's every move noticed that the force in Wang Hao's hands was gradually increasing, and his underlings were flying out like kites with broken strings.

Seeing this scene, the tall, thin man, who had already begun to feel a slight retreat in his heart, now expressed this retreat without any concealment.

He cursed the two reckless, blonde-haired guys in his heart, complaining about how they had brought such a formidable character upon him.

He secretly pondered that he had really kicked an incredibly hard iron plate this time; he was in big trouble!

Although the tall, thin man was still shouting frantically on the surface, trying to maintain the situation and his authority as the boss, his feet had already begun to move backward, little by little.

Obviously, as soon as he sensed that something was wrong, he would turn around and run away without hesitation.

However, how could Wang Hao easily let him get his way? After all, Wang Hao knew the simple and easy-to-understand principle of 'capture the leader first'.

In that instant, Wang Hao's figure flashed, like lightning, and he casually kicked out, the seemingly light kick containing immense power, directly knocking over the gangsters blocking his way, sending them sprawling to the ground.

Immediately afterward, his pace moved as swiftly as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the tall, thin man.

Faced with this aggressive and uninvited guest, the 'gangster boss', who was usually arrogant and domineering, was now pale with fright, his legs weak, and he wanted to turn around and run, but found that his feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move.

Before he could recover, Wang Hao had already raised his right foot and kicked him hard in the chest.

With a muffled 'bang', the tall, thin man flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall in the distance.

The power of this kick was so great that the tall, thin man felt as if he had crashed head-on into a speeding heavy truck, and the huge impact made all the bones in his body feel like they were about to fall apart.

He groaned in pain, his body curled up into a ball, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his heart filled with fear and despair.

At the same time, the other gangsters witnessed their boss's miserable end, and the burning flames of impulse were instantly extinguished without a trace.

They widened their eyes, their faces filled with horror, looking at the man in front of them who was like a god of war, at a loss for what to do.

The arrogant momentum from just now had vanished, replaced by deep timidity and fear.

However, Wang Hao did not show mercy because of these people's fear.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, giving the gangsters no chance to breathe.

He charged left and right, punching and kicking, each move precise and ingenious.

In a short while, except for a few gangsters on the periphery who managed to escape, all the remaining gangsters were easily dealt with by Wang Hao.

The scene was a mess, with wails rising and falling.

Wang Hao stared at the gangsters lying sprawled around him, groaning in pain, as if their souls had been taken away, and they had lost their most basic fighting ability.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, then gently clapped his hands.

Then, he turned to look at Cheng Yufei and the others in the distance, giving them a reassuring look, signaling that they could come over safely.

Wang Hao looked up at the time, thinking to himself that it was getting late and he had to escort them home quickly.

At this moment, Cheng Yufei and the others, who had been watching from afar, were already beaming with joy, and they trotted over with light steps, like a group of happy little deer.