Value-Farming Cheat

The referee looked wistfully at the sky. It was his first time encountering such a troublesome contestant.

If he stopped him, he was still a contestant. At most, challenging a hundred alone was a little arrogant; it did not seem to violate any rules.

But if he did not stop him, no matter how he looked at it, this resembled a farce. A dignified group match had actually turned into a massive gambling den. "What do you say?"

Faced with Xu Xiaoshou's question and the expectant gazes of the crowd, the referee felt dazed. Clutching the Black Sword in his hand, he did not know how to deal with it for the moment.

High above, head referee Xiao Qixiu finally noticed what was happening at No. 12 Arena.

He could not help but notice. Everyone else was fighting, yet this arena was quiet as a classroom.

One person was talking, while a whole crowd listened...

Xiao Qixiu curled his lips and sent a voice transmission. "Very good, young and reckless! Agree to it. Let him suffer a little."

With someone backing him up, the referee immediately waved his hand. "Agreed. The match continues!"

The tall man's eyes instantly lit up, greed bursting forth as he shot out before everyone else.

"I have a move called the Hundred-Step Beast King Fist. Your sword is mine!"

Some of the people in the crowd behind were still hesitating when they saw someone seize the initiative. They immediately regretted it.

Sure enough, opportunities always belonged to the first person willing to eat crab. What a pity for such a fine sword—it had gathered dust in Xu Xiaoshou's hands as a gambling stake, only to fall into the hands of a fist fighter next.

"Senior Brother Liu, aren't you going to try? Your Great Dark Calamity Fist..." Zhou Zuo's eyes stirred, but he knew his own limits and did not dare make a move.

Liu Zhen hid among the crowd and shook his head slightly. "Although I've broken through too, Xu Xiaoshou seems different now. Let's watch first!"

Looking at the familiar scene before him, he recalled the imposing manner Xu Xiaoshou had displayed when he first emerged from seclusion that day, suppressing the entire field. Could one closed-door death seclusion really bring such a massive breakthrough?

"Suspected, Passive Value +12."

Xu Xiaoshou had no idea what everyone was wildly imagining. Watching the tall man charge over with his fists raised, he threw back his head and laughed, brimming with heroic spirit.

"Haha, come on!"

The moment the words fell, a phantom tiger's roar pressed down from above, making everyone's hearts shudder. Only after they reacted did they see that beneath the phantom were heavy punches numbering as many as the Heavenly Stems in a single second.

"Bang bang bang..."

Xu Xiaoshou did not use a single fist technique. With his bare fists, he struck head-on, actually intending to receive this peak Houtian spiritual technique, the Hundred-Step Beast King Fist, empty-handed!

The onlookers instantly erupted.

"Empty-handed?"

"Is he insane?!"

"Where did Xu Xiaoshou get the confidence to forcefully take Qiu Wei's Hundred-Step Beast King Fist with his bare hands?"

"Uh, isn't Xu Xiaoshou only capable of one move from the White Cloud Sword Technique? I heard he practiced for three years and only learned the first move..."

Everyone watched as the four fists collided, instantly unleashing over a hundred thunderous blasts that deafened their ears.

The next moment, they saw Xu Xiaoshou, wrapped in fist shadows, flailing wildly, every punch landing on empty air. Meanwhile, the tall man's fist shadows came dozens at a time in a single breath, each one smashing into Xu Xiaoshou's face.

"Holy shit, that's too cruel! I can't bear to watch!"

"Did Xu Xiaoshou come here to be funny? Does he seriously not know a single fist technique?"

Even the referee was stunned. This person...

At first, I thought he was here to be funny. Then I thought he was an expert. Now it seems he really is here to be funny!

Xu Xiaoshou caught the fist shadows with his face and was beaten so badly he could not find his bearings. He looked as though he might topple at any moment, yet his feet never shifted back even half a step.

He could not move back. The moment he retreated, he would leave the arena.

Just as they said, Xu Xiaoshou truly did not know any fist techniques. As for this so-called Hundred-Step Beast King Fist, he had never even heard of it.

But did that affect my fighting? I'm sturdy, so I'm willful! The fist shadows landing on his face only brought a faint ache. They even gradually beat away the strange lingering sensation in his body from last night, but they did not hurt him in the slightest!

As the fist shadows continued to fall, the Information Bar in his mind kept updating:

"Attacked, Passive Value +34."

"Attacked, Passive Value +46."

"Attacked, Passive Value +32."

"Attacked, Passive Value +42."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed. While taking the attacks, he watched the Information Bar refresh madly. He absolutely loved this kind of fist technique that threw a hundred punches in a breath.

Just as he had expected, the defense of Innate Stage Sturdiness was simply not something these people, who only knew Houtian fist techniques, could break through.

Even if the other party's cultivation had reached the Seventh Realm!

"Are you scratching an itch for me?" Xu Xiaoshou seized an opening to spit out a line, and the next second, countless fists slammed into his mouth.

The longer the tall man, Qiu Wei, fought, the more alarmed he became. He was already feeling exhausted, yet this guy seemed completely fine. "Die!" Enraged by those words, he suddenly turned crimson from head to toe, white smoke rising from him as his punching speed doubled again.

"Blood Burning Technique?"

"Insane! Qiu Wei has gone insane!"

Everyone watched in rapt fascination, their blood boiling. At Qiu Wei's current punching speed, he could contend head-on with the Ninth-Realm Spirit Refinement!

"Attacked, Passive Value +94."

"Attacked, Passive Value +88."

"Attacked, Passive Value +102."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was thrilled out of his mind, completely crazed! The Passive Value in his mind kept soaring: 500, 700, 900, 1000...

He shouted while getting beaten, constantly provoking Qiu Wei. "Good!"

"Faster!"

"Yes, this speed! Keep going!"

"Wonderful, mmph!" The fist shadows sealed his throat.

The crowd: "..."

The referee: "..."

The spectators were too far away to hear the two men hurling insults at each other during their fight, but even they were shocked by the miserable scene.

"Your little beast brother is probably going to turn into a pig head, isn't he?" Rao Yinyin laughed.

She looked toward Su Qianqian. The little girl was staring fixedly at Qiu Wei, murder in her eyes.

Rao Yinyin: "..."

The onlookers felt their blood surge as they watched. They only wished they could take Xu Xiaoshou's place and give that arrogant bastard a vicious beating. Unable to do so, they punched the people nearby instead, and another great battle instantly broke out.

They were all young and hot-blooded. After waiting so long, they had naturally grown impatient, especially with Xu Xiaoshou's cries constantly stirring up their fighting spirit.

Some people opened up battlefields to the side, while the others chose to continue waiting.

At the edge of the arena, the battle between the two had actually not lasted long. They had merely exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant, making the viewers' hearts leap into their throats.

A timid voice suddenly rose from the crowd. "Look, Xu Xiaoshou's feet... haven't they not moved at all?"

Everyone immediately stared at his feet. Sure enough, beneath the rapid barrage of punches, although he looked like duckweed without roots, trembling unsteadily—

He appeared to have lost his balance, but in truth he had not moved an inch.

"This..."

"How is that possible?"

"Could Xu Xiaoshou have been telling the truth when he said he cultivated some peerless divine art?"

A Seventh Realm expert who had earlier been slapped to his knees by Xu Xiaoshou clutched his face and said miserably, "I told you he was powerful, but you didn't believe me..."

"Hm? Did you say anything?"

The Seventh Realm expert: "..."

He was a dignified Seventh Realm expert, yet he had no sense of presence at all in a group match... Damn that Xu Xiaoshou!

Xu Xiaoshou happened to catch sight of several more battles opening up ahead through the gaps in the fist shadows. Seeing so much of his Passive Value being divided away, he grew anxious again.

What was the rush? Couldn't they wait a little longer before gracing him with their presence? He felt that he could not hang himself from a crooked-neck tree!

Qiu Wei was crazily unleashing blow after blow when he suddenly saw Xu Xiaoshou, who seemed about to collapse the next second, straighten up. Amid the violent fist shadows, Xu Xiaoshou spoke calmly. "You're tired. You need to rest."

In the next instant, an utterly ordinary punch drifted toward him.

Bang! The air exploded, and Qiu Wei was instantly sent flying backward, crashing into the crowd.

"Rest for a while. Let's fight again later, wait for me!" Xu Xiaoshou shouted at him from afar.

This was a cheat for farming values. It was incredibly useful—he absolutely could not lose it.

Qiu Wei was dumbfounded! What the hell was this? He had poured out attacks for so long and exhausted himself half to death, yet Xu Xiaoshou was not only completely fine, he was even telling him to rest? Seeing Qiu Wei knocked back by such a light punch, everyone else hurriedly retreated.

At this point, anyone could tell that this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He was a terrifying powerhouse with an absurdly powerful body!

"My god, is he really only at the Fifth Realm?"

"This body is even more terrifying than those at the Eighth or Ninth Realm!"

"What spiritual technique is this? How have I never heard of it?"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled faintly. "It's not a spiritual technique. It's Innate Stage Sturdiness!"

The crowd: "..."

Yeah right, as if Innate Stage Sturdiness could be this sturdy!

"Suspected, Passive Value +32."

Sigh, why did no one believe me whenever I told the truth?

Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands helplessly.

I told the truth. If you don't believe it, that isn't my problem.

"You over there, stop fighting." His gaze passed over the crowd and fell upon the battlefields behind them. "Your opponent is me!"

"I'll fight you!"

A hawk-nosed man flew out. His name was Ye Zhongting, and his cultivation was at the Eighth Realm.

He shouted sharply, "I have a move called the Sun Sacrifice Fist. Do you dare take it?"

Without waiting for Xu Xiaoshou to answer, he had already swung a punch wreathed in blazing fire and thick smoke, smashing down at him from above.

Sun Sacrifice Fist? Xu Xiaoshou knew this fist technique. It required a long time to charge up and focused on defeating the enemy in one blow.

He sidestepped the frontal impact, chopped at the other man's wrist with the edge of his hand, then seized his neck when he cried out in pain and directly threw him beyond the barrier.

Ye Zhongting: ??? You changed! When you fought Qiu Wei just now, you clearly weren't like this! He nearly burst into tears.

Eighth Realm cultivation—that was formidable strength capable of contending for first place in the group. Yet through one careless mistake, he had been sent out of the arena by his opponent.

Didn't you say you would take it head-on? You liar!

Xu Xiaoshou clapped his hands and said calmly, "Sorry, I'm more interested in fist techniques that throw a hundred punches in a breath. Don't come at me with things like the Sun Sacrifice Fist. Go fight somewhere else!"

After saying that, he glanced at the Information Bar and his entire body swayed.

Passive Value: 1766.

In other words, Qiu Wei alone had contributed over a thousand Passive Value just now! With that precedent, how could he waste time on this trashy fist technique that only had one shot?

Looking at Ye Zhongting below the stage, everyone felt as though they had changed from hunters into prey.

"Stop!"

Xu Xiaoshou shouted again. Everyone inexplicably stopped once more, and the heated arena instantly fell silent as a grave.

The referee was holding several defeated contestants in his arms. His work had been interrupted midway, and the anger in his heart soared to the heavens!

He kept telling himself not to act impulsively. This person was a contestant too...

Xu Xiaoshou's gaze swept arrogantly across the four directions, stirring everyone's anger anew. Then he flicked his sleeve, grabbed his trembling leg—which had already recovered more than halfway—and sank into a horse stance.

"Time is limited. Come at me together!"