"No wonder you dare to break into the Martial Arts Alliance, you actually have some skills."
The leader looked at Chen Ping, and said in a sinister voice.
"Stop all the bullshit, today I'm here to rid the people of this evil. I'll take care of you four demonic cultivators..."
Chen Ping roared angrily.
"Hmph, you flatter yourself!"
The big boss snorted coldly.
"Damn it, this kid is too strong, almost killed me…"
Lao Si moved his arm, and it was back to normal.
"Looking at this guy, he just recently ascended to the rank of Martial Marquis. How could his strength be so high?"
Old Three also had a puzzled look on his face.
"Balderdash, if this kid wasn't capable, would the Alliance Leader have us four make a move? Now we strike together and kill this guy. It'll be a good stepping stone."
"In no time, the entire Kyoto martial arts world will be ours..."
When the boss finished speaking, he took a step forward!
The others followed suit, stepping forward and unleashing waves of energy from their bodies.
Chen Ping faced the four demonic martial marquis, showing no fear or hesitation. His eyes burned with blazing flames, and his entire body was filled with fighting spirit.
"Damn cultists…"
Chen Ping, having spoken, became like a cannonball and punched out with all his might.
He needs to strike first. Although these four guys can heal their wounds, Chen Ping also noticed that they need to cooperate to repair their injuries, and the speed is not particularly fast!
As long as you strike quickly enough and can defeat these four people rapidly, they won't have time to cooperate and repair their formations.
Chen Ping's fist unleashed the power of a divine dragon, instantly transforming into a golden dragon that roared and charged toward the four.
The terrifying spiritual power caused the four men's faces to change drastically.
Seeing the golden dragon rushing towards them, the four guys didn't dare to hesitate. They each threw a punch, and then their fist strength combined into a transparent shield, blocking in front of the four people.

They wanted to use this to block Chen Ping's attack, and even more so because it was a shield formed by four people working together. They didn't believe that Chen Ping could break through with just one punch!
They may have overestimated themselves. At this moment, Chen Ping was filled with fighting spirit and a determination to die. Therefore, the power of the dragon contained within this punch could shake the stars and make the Milky Way tremble...
Boom...
The shield formed by the four men shattered instantly under Chen Ping's punch, not even lasting a second.
Then, a wave of terrifying power crashed down upon them, sending the four men flying.
"This... this punch is too terrifying..."
The second child's face turned pale with alarm.
"Damn, this kid is too monstrous. Reaching the Wu Hou realm, he can even fight across levels..."
The boss's face turned ugly.
In the martial arts world, many people with extraordinary talents are able to fight across levels, and the lower the level they are at, the more obvious this talent for surpassing levels becomes.
As your strength improves, these fights against higher-level opponents will become less frequent.
As strength increases and realms ascend, each level up represents a qualitative change. Confronting opponents of many levels higher becomes increasingly challenging!
And now, they are both Wuhou. At this level of martial artist, being able to defeat opponents of the same rank is already considered good.
Chen Ping, who is only just promoted to a martial marquis, can easily shatter the shields of their four martial marquises!
This mismatch and disparity in rank and strength left the leader feeling incredibly astonished.
"Brother, this kid's strength is too strange. We have to join forces and kill him as soon as possible..."
Old Three said with a serious expression.
At this point, he no longer dared to look down on Chen Ping, and he didn't even want Chen Ping to play with him anymore…
"Get to work..."
The leader roared, and immediately a terrifying internal force condensed on his fist.

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