"Mr. Chen, are you alright?" Zhao Wuji asked with some concern, looking at Chen Ping's state.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just sleepwalking..." Chen Ping smiled calmly and then walked towards the five village heads of Miao Village.
Dali's eyes widened as Chen Ping approached. He was surprised because he hadn't expected Chen Ping to be so young, looking no more than twenty-something years old, yet possessing such impressive strength.
"Are you Chen Ping?"
Dali turned to Chen Ping and asked.
“Yes, I was the one who killed your puppet worms…”
Chen Ping nodded readily.
Dali's eyes turned cold. He knew Chen Ping said that on purpose to provoke him, after all, he had raised the puppet worm for over ten years.
"Kid, I have to admit you're strong. To achieve this level of skill at your age is truly remarkable. It's a shame you're so arrogant. If you had another ten years to train, I might actually be the one losing to you..."
Dali's head, heavy with thought.
"You don't need to cultivate for ten years, you are still not my opponent even now. Just surrender and maybe you can keep your lives..."
Chen Ping said calmly.
"Haha, you brat is really arrogant. Well then, I'll kill you first and talk later..."
Dali's head spoke, and suddenly a fist shot towards Chen Ping. The fist was wrapped in wisps of black air. Under the howling wind, the black air could actually condense without dispersing!
Chen Ping looked at the Dali head charging towards him, he remained completely motionless, not even making a move to defend himself. He was going to try and withstand the blow of Dali's fist with sheer force.
Seeing that Chen Ping remained motionless, Zhao Wujī became flustered and hurriedly reminded loudly, "Mr. Chen, don't be careless. Their fists are infused with poison..."
The black qi wrapped around Dali's fists was all poison. Even if a punch couldn't kill Chen Ping, the poisonous air from his fist would cause the skin to rot instantly upon contact, leaving him unable to fight.

But Chen Ping was like he hadn't heard Zhao Wujī's reminder at all, still standing motionless, which left Dali Tou somewhat at a loss.
He didn't know what Chen Ping was up to. Could there be a trap?
Dali's movements slowed down, and he carefully observed Chen Ping. He was afraid of falling into Chen Ping's trap!
"I'm standing still, are you scared?"
Chen Ping's lips curled up, and he sarcastically said to Dali Tou.
"Looking for death..."
Dali's head was enraged, his slowed-down movements sped up again, and his strength reached its peak. He wanted to solve Chen Ping with one punch!
Chen Ping angered the Dali head precisely to make him unleash his full power and see just how much attack his body could withstand.
"Mr. Chen…………"
Zhao Wujie saw that Chen Ping still didn't dodge, he hurriedly drew out a short sword and was about to step forward to block the punch for Chen Ping.
"Just watch, don't interfere..."
Chen Ping said to Zhao Wuji.
Zha Wuji truly didn't know what Chen Ping was trying to do. Did he have the confidence to withstand this punch head-on?
"Arrogant brat…………"
Dali's head was completely enraged, the black aura on his fist grew increasingly dense, to the point where the radiating black aura almost enveloped Chen Ping.

A dull thud echoed as Chen Ping's body was sent flying by a tremendous force. He soared through the air for over ten meters before crashing into a wall, completely demolishing it.
The collapsing wall buried Chen Ping directly, and everyone was stunned.
Even Dali Tou, who was normally quick-witted and sharp, was stunned. He stared blankly at the collapsed wall in the distance. He had always thought that Chen Ping standing still meant there was some hidden scheme, but he never expected Chen Ping to just stand there, completely motionless, until he was knocked away by his punch. Dali Tou didn't even feel a hint of resistance.

(Editor in charge：the handmaid's tale a novel)