Chapter 7: Value Farming Cheat

The referee gazed up at the sky with a sense of melancholy; it was his first time dealing with such a troublesome competitor.

Should he stop Xu Xiaoshou? After all, he was just a competitor, and wanting to take on a hundred opponents at once was merely a bit arrogant, not exactly against the rules.

But if he didn't stop him, this whole thing looked more like a farce than a proper group match—turning the arena into a massive gambling den?

"What do you think?"

Faced with Xu Xiaoshou's question and the expectant stares of the crowd, the referee felt dizzy. He clutched the black sword in his hand, unsure how to proceed.

High above in the void, the head referee Xiao Qixiu finally noticed the situation at Platform 12.

He couldn't ignore it—everyone else was fighting, but this platform was eerily quiet, like a classroom lecture.

One person talking, and a group just listening...

Xiao Qixiu smirked and sent a mental message: "Excellent, youthful arrogance! Agree to it, let him learn a lesson the hard way."

With that guidance, the referee waved his hand decisively: "Agreed, the match continues!"

The tall man instantly lit up with greed in his eyes and shot forward ahead of everyone else.

"I have a move called 'Bai Bu Shou Wang Quan'—your sword is mine!"

In the crowd behind, some were still hesitating, but seeing someone beat them to it, they felt instant regret.

As expected, opportunities always go to the first one to take the risk, but what a waste of that fine sword—gathering dust in Xu Xiaoshou's hands as a gambling prize, only to fall into the grasp of a fist master now.

"Senior Brother Liu, aren't you going to try? Your 'Da An Jie Quan'..." Zhou Zuo's eyes showed a hint of temptation, but he knew his own limits and didn't dare make a move.

Liu Zhen, hidden in the crowd, shook his head slightly: "I've broken through too, but Xu Xiaoshou seems different now. Let's watch first!"

Recalling the scene when Xu Xiaoshou had just emerged from seclusion, dominating everyone, Liu Zhen wondered: Could a single closed-door session lead to such a massive breakthrough?

"Under suspicion, Passive Value +12."

Xu Xiaoshou had no idea what others were thinking. He watched the tall man charge at him with fists raised and threw his head back in laughter, full of bravado.

"Ha ha, bring it on!"

No sooner had he spoken than a tiger's roar illusion descended, making everyone's hearts tremble. When they snapped out of it, they saw beneath the illusion a barrage of punches numbering in the dozens per second.

"Bang bang bang..."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't throw a single punch technique; he met the attack bare-fisted, trying to counter the Houtian peak spirit skill: Bai Bu Shou Wang Quan!

The onlookers exploded in shock.

"With bare fists?"

"He's insane!"

"Where does Xu Xiaoshou get this confidence, trying to block Qiu Wei's 'Bai Bu Shou Wang Quan' head-on?"

"Uh, isn't Xu Xiaoshou only good at one style, 'Bai Yun Jian Fa'? I heard he spent three years just mastering the first move..."

Everyone watched as the fists collided, instantly erupting into over a hundred thunderous booms that deafened the ears.

In the next moment, they saw Xu Xiaoshou, enveloped in the fist shadows, flailing wildly and punching at the air; meanwhile, Qiu Wei's fist shadows landed dozens of times per second, each one striking Xu Xiaoshou's face.

"Holy crap, that's brutal—I can't watch!"

"This Xu Xiaoshou must be here for laughs. Does he really not know any fist techniques?"

Even the referee was stunned. This guy...

At first, I thought he was just joking around, then I figured he was some kind of expert, but now it seems he's definitely here for laughs!

Xu Xiaoshou took the hits to his face, getting disoriented and looking like he might topple, but his feet didn't budge an inch.

He couldn't afford to step back—if he did, he'd be off the platform.

As people said, Xu Xiaoshou truly didn't know any fist techniques, and he'd never even heard of "Bai Bu Shou Wang Quan."

But did that affect his fighting?

He was tough, and he did as he pleased!

The fist shadows landing on his face only brought a mild sting, gradually dispelling the strange sensations left in his body from the night before, without harming him at all!

And as the punches kept coming, the information panel in his mind updated nonstop:

"Under attack, Passive Value +34."

"Under attack, Passive Value +46."

"Under attack, Passive Value +32."

"Under attack, Passive Value +42."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was thrilled, taking the hits while watching the panel refresh madly—he absolutely loved this kind of fist technique that threw a hundred punches in a second.

Just as he expected, his Xian Tian level "Strong" defense was unbreakable by these guys who only knew Houtian fist techniques.

Even if the opponent was at the seventh realm!

"Are you just tickling me?" Xu Xiaoshou seized a brief opening to taunt, but in the next second, his mouth was met with countless fists.

Qiu Wei grew more alarmed with every punch; he was starting to feel exhausted, yet this guy seemed completely unaffected.

"Die!" Enraged, he roared, his body suddenly turning red and steaming, his punch speed doubling.

"Ran Xue Shu?"

"He's gone mad—Qiu Wei's gone mad!"

Everyone watched in a trance, their blood pumping; at this speed, Qiu Wei's fists could rival those of the ninth realm of Lian Ling!

"Under attack, Passive Value +94."

"Under attack, Passive Value +88."

"Under attack, Passive Value +102."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was over the moon, totally losing it!

The Passive Value in his mind skyrocketed: 500, 700, 900, 1000...

He kept getting hit and shouting, egging Qiu Wei on: "That's it!"

"Faster!"

"Yeah, that speed—keep going!"

"Feels great, uh!" And then a fist shadow cut him off.

The crowd: "..."

The referee: "..."

From the spectator seats, far away and unable to hear the taunts amid the fight, people were still shocked by the intensity.

"Your little beast brother is probably about to turn into a swollen mess?" Rao Yin Yin laughed.

She glanced at Su Qianqian, who was staring intently at Qiu Wei, her eyes filled with killing intent.

Rao Yin Yin: "..."

The onlookers were getting fired up, itching to jump in and pummel this arrogant guy themselves. Some threw punches at those nearby, sparking new brawls.

They were all young people, full of hot blood—if they waited too long, they'd get restless, especially with Xu Xiaoshou's shouts fueling the excitement.

Some started their own battles on the side, while others chose to keep waiting.

At the platform's edge, the fight between the two hadn't lasted long, but with over a hundred exchanges in an instant, it was heart-pounding to watch.

Suddenly, a timid voice rose from the crowd: "Hey, look at Xu Xiaoshou's feet... they haven't moved at all?"

Everyone immediately focused on his feet. Sure enough, amid the rapid punches, he looked like a rootless reed, swaying unsteadily, but in reality, he hadn't shifted an inch.

"This..."

"How is that possible?"

"Could it be that Xu Xiaoshou really cultivated some ultimate divine skill?"

The seventh-realm expert who had been slapped down earlier clutched his face and grumbled, "I told you he's really strong, but you didn't believe me..."

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

The seventh-realm expert: "..."

A seventh-realm master like him, yet he was utterly insignificant in this group match... Damn Xu Xiaoshou!

Through the gaps in the fist shadows, Xu Xiaoshou caught sight of new battles breaking out, splitting his Passive Value among them, and he panicked.

Why the rush? Couldn't they wait their turn?

He realized he couldn't put all his eggs in one basket!

Qiu Wei was in the midst of his frenzy when he saw Xu Xiaoshou, who had looked ready to fall, suddenly straighten up and calmly say amid the wild punches: "You're tired. You need a rest."

In the next breath, a simple punch floated out.

Bang!

The void exploded, and Qiu Wei was sent flying backward into the crowd.

"Take a break for now. We'll fight again later—wait for me!" Xu Xiaoshou shouted across the distance.

This was a perfect Passive Value generator—too useful to lose.

Qiu Wei was dumbfounded!

What the hell was going on?

I'd been pounding away until I was half-dead, and you're totally fine, telling me to rest?

Seeing Qiu Wei get knocked back with a light punch, everyone else quickly backed away.

Now, it was clear to all that this guy was playing possum—he was a terrifying physical powerhouse!

"Heavens, is he really only at the fifth realm?"

"This physical body is scarier than eighth or ninth realm!"

"What kind of spirit skill is this? I've never heard of it!"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled faintly: "It's not a spirit skill—it's the Xian Tian level 'Strong'!"

The crowd: "..."

Who are you kidding? Could Xian Tian 'Strong' be this insane?

"Under suspicion, Passive Value +32."

Sigh, why does no one ever believe me when I tell the truth!

Xu Xiaoshou shrugged, looking helpless.

I was telling the absolute truth, so it's not my problem if you don't believe it.

"Hey, over there, stop fighting." His gaze swept over the crowd to the various battlefields beyond. "Your opponent is me!"

"I'll fight you!"

A man with a hooked nose leaped forward—Ye Zhongting, an eighth-realm cultivator.

He declared loudly: "I have a move called 'Ji Ri Quan'—do you dare to take it?"

Without waiting for an answer, he unleashed a punch wreathed in roaring flames and thick smoke, smashing down from above.

Ji Ri Quan?

Xu Xiaoshou knew this technique required long buildup and aimed for a one-hit kill.

He sidestepped to avoid the direct impact, then struck with a hand blade at the opponent's wrist. Seizing the moment of pain, he grabbed Ye Zhongting's neck and tossed him straight out of the barrier.

Ye Zhongting: ???

You've changed—you weren't like this when you fought Qiu Wei!

He nearly burst into tears.

An eighth-realm expert like him, with strength to vie for first in the group, carelessly got thrown off the platform.

Weren't we supposed to trade blows head-on? You big liar!

Xu Xiaoshou dusted off his hands and said coolly: "Sorry, I'm only interested in fist techniques that throw over a hundred punches per second. Something like 'Ji Ri Quan'—skip it. Go fight somewhere else!"

After speaking, he glanced at his information panel and felt a jolt.

Passive Value: 1766.

That meant Qiu Wei alone had given him over a thousand Passive Value!

With that in mind, why would he waste time on these one-and-done trash techniques?

The crowd looked at Ye Zhongting, now off the platform, and suddenly felt like they had gone from hunters to prey.

"Stop!"

Xu Xiaoshou roared again, and inexplicably, everyone halted. The once-heated platform fell silent as a grave.

The referee, holding several defeated fighters, had his work interrupted midway—his anger was boiling over!

He kept reminding himself not to lose his temper; this guy was still a competitor...

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes swept arrogantly over everyone, stirring up their fury once more. With a flick of his sleeve, he steadied his trembling leg, which had mostly recovered, and assumed a horse stance.

"Time is limited—you all come at me at once!"