I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

"Brother Hu, I'm leaving."

At the factory gate, Zheng Dongliang reluctanly bid farewell to Wang Longhu, waving his hand as he got into an off-road vehicle.

Beside him was Zheng Song in a suit, wearing rhinestone glasses. He initially thought that leaving his son at the factory with these skilled Martial Artists protecting him surely wouldn't lead to any danger.

But he never expected that not only would many people die in the factory, his son would also be abducted to Hong Kong. If it hadn't been for the help of Masters like Fifth Lord and Wang Longhu, rescuing Zheng Dongliang would not have been so easy.

As the only heir of the Zheng family, Zheng Song cherished his son greatly, and now planned to send him to Beijing for a while.

"Mr. Wang, would you not consider going to Beijing with us? I will pay your security fee, and cover all your living expenses." Zheng Song asked regretfully.

Wang Longhu was not much older than Zheng Dongliang, and if he could be his son's personal bodyguard, Zheng Song would be assured.

"Thank you, Boss Zheng, but I have my own matters to attend to, and don't have time to go to Beijing with you." Wang Longhu politely declined.

Nowadays, as the level of Martial Arts skills increases, the efficiency of improving proficiency in ordinary environments has become very slow. Only in dangerous situations can Wang Longhu's skills improve quickly through hard practice.

With such a good primeval forest as a martial arts training ground, he naturally wouldn't run to Beijing.

"That's a real pity, Mr. Wang, until next time then." Zheng Song nodded, got into the car, and the off-road vehicle gradually drove off into the distance.

With Zhang Jinbao and Wu Hujie both hospitalized, now only Huang Ao's small group remained in the factory.

Today, as the Zheng father and son left, only Wang Longhu and Huang Ao came to see them off.

"Dragon and Tiger Brothers, from now on you are the biggest here at the factory. Rest assured, as long as I'm around, no one will dare trouble you. Just focus on your work here." Huang Ao approached Wang Longhu and said admiringly.

After the decapitation event in Hong Kong, Huang Ao became deeply impressed by this man who was eight or nine years younger than himself.

Among Martial Artists, power speaks, and the strong are respected by the even stronger.

In Huang Ao's view, Wang Longhu came here to make money, and naturally would get involved in the power struggle. So he preemptively positioned Wang Longhu at the top, saving him a lot of trouble.

Nowadays, even a Dark Force expert needs to earn money and eat. In Huang Ao's eyes, it's understandable that a Dark Force Martial Artist would become a herb gatherer.

"Brother Huang, there's no need for that. I don't plan to stay long; possibly in half a month, or a month, I'll be gone. Just carry on as before, no need to consider me too much." Wang Longhu smiled.

Unlike people like Huang Ao who view herb gathering as a proper job they'll do until they can't, Wang Longhu came to the Zheng family's factory for a change of environment to practice martial arts. Once he finishes training his Dark Force to complete the exhale move, he'll head for Wudang to seek the Fishing Toad Force.

Though only a few days have passed since Lu Tieying's attack, after the factory was impacted, it quickly returned to its former calm.

Wang Longhu practiced martial arts outside by day, and at night holed up in his single dormitory drinking the strong tonic wine that Zheng Dongliang had someone buy for him from the mountains outside.

As a rich heir like Zheng Dongliang, the strong tonic wine he procured naturally wouldn't be poor in quality. Though its effect couldn't match Wu Hujie's ancient brew, it delivered about sixty percent of the potency.

In the pitch-black room without any lights, there was silence.

Wang Longhu sat cross-legged on the floor, meditating with his eyes closed.

At this moment, he was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, his muscles distinctly defined and slightly trembling in the dark.

Next to Wang Longhu's leg, sat a jar of tonic wine, half-emptied, containing common ginseng and various herbs.

Suddenly, Wang Longhu opened his eyes, his gaze appeared hollow, as if he were sleepwalking.

Though there was nothing in the room, Wang Longhu's expression was extremely serious, as if facing a great enemy.

Not far away, four blurred figures stood by the wall. As their faces slowly took human shape, they could be recognized as Nalan Lei, Lu Tieying, Qi Haijiao, and Lu Pingshan at his drug-induced peak state.

They were the most powerful opponents Wang Longhu had encountered since he started practicing martial arts.

Nalan Lei was the first to make a move, stepping forward, approaching Wang Longhu with a palm swinging down like a cloth, aiming at Wang Longhu's eyes.

But unexpectedly, Wang Longhu moved faster, rising to capture the opponent's wrist with one hand, then unleashed a powerful right punch straight to Nalan Lei's chest.

A force could be seen channeling through his ribs into his body, instantly shattering Nalan Lei's heart, and his figure dispersed on the spot.

Lu Tieying immediately moved to fill in the gap, both palms opened wide, one forward and one back, striking towards Wang Longhu's vulnerable center.

Wang Longhu fearlessly charged forward with punches like a raging bull, directly colliding with Lu Tieying's palms, causing his figure to dim and retreat a few steps.

Wang Longhu stepped forward, chopped down with one leg like a battle axe, and Lu Tieying, unable to dodge, could only spread his hands to try and resist.