In the Nirvana Realm competition, at the very beginning, relying on the power of outside assistance could certainly help someone make a name for himself.
Of course, that was only if he didn't run into any true Nirvana Realm experts.
So, in the eyes of many people, Qin Shaofeng had achieved such impressive results only by relying on his three Mechanical Puppets.
You could only enjoy the treatment that matched your strength.
Clearly, neither the humans nor the Devils considered Qin Shaofeng particularly important.
After all, no matter how powerful those three Mechanical Puppets were, they'd be useless against a true Nirvana Realm expert.
So, after some Devil Race higher-ups put a bounty on Qin Shaofeng, many Devil experts began to see him as a juicy prize.
Little did they know that, in Qin Shaofeng's eyes, these Devil experts were juicy prizes too.
After all, experts like these were bound to be high-level. If Qin Shaofeng ran into one and defeated him, he could earn a huge haul of Points for overcoming an opponent seven or eight levels above him—or even nine.
From Qin Shaofeng's perspective, weren't they just irresistible prizes?
And this Devil at the eighth level of the Nirvana Realm standing before him looked like a pretty good prize too.
After all, this opponent could earn him sixty-four Points!
At the thought of soon pocketing another sixty-four Points, Qin Shaofeng didn't hesitate. He summoned his three Mechanical Puppets at the sixth level of the Nirvana Realm and sent them straight at the Devil.
"Hm? You actually dare attack me?"
The Devil saw Qin Shaofeng summon the three Mechanical Puppets and launch them at him at once. His face darkened with anger.
"Yan Yang, you're too arrogant—and you don't know your own limits!"
In his fury, the Devil expert