Chapter 8

Above the void, Xiao Qixiu, who had been closely watching the 12th arena, smiled slightly.

The quality of the disciples from the outer courtyard is quite high this year; this is the third innate talent he has discovered.

And it's a very hard-to-detect physical innate talent, simply too rare!

If it weren't for the faint innate power appearing twice, he would have been deceived by this young man named Xu Xiaoshou.

This kid indeed has... well, a peculiar talent.

In the arena.

A group of people were driven to lose their reason by Xu Xiaoshou's words.

A mere Spirit Refinement Fifth Stage, and he dares to speak so arrogantly. Even if your physical body is incredibly strong, could you possibly be a physical innate?

"I can't take it anymore, this guy is just asking for a beating!"

"It seems one person can't satisfy him. Since that's the case, let's all work together to knock this weakling off the arena!"

"Brothers, let's go together!"

Forty to fifty people pounced at once, some with fists, some with knives, and some hiding to deliver underhanded blows...

Xu Xiaoshou, seeing the oncoming killing intent, felt his liver tremble. The forty to fifty black faces, hot and fierce, were truly terrifying.

But he still charged forward bravely, roaring to boost his courage: "If you're a man, use your fists! The one with the knife, put it down if you dare!"

Bang bang!

The scene exploded instantly, and Xu Xiaoshou was immediately engulfed by the wave. The audience, including Su Qianqian, was extremely tense. Her delicate hand clutched the hem of Rao Yin's red skirt, which was already quite short.

"Quite courageous!" Rao Yin said with a smile, watching the scene of the group beating.

"Passive value increased by 14 due to attack."

"Passive value increased by 16 due to attack."

"..."

The information bar refreshed rapidly. As soon as Xu Xiaoshou entered the crowd, he used his body to block countless punches, knocked down the one with the knife, and kicked him off the arena.

No knives, no swords, no daggers...

Damn, there's even one with silver needles?

Clear the arena!

On my arena, we can only fight to the death with fists!

I can withstand a thousand punches, but if I'm cut by a spirit weapon, even a low-grade one, my innate physical body will bleed.

So you are destined to leave!

While clearing the arena, Xu Xiaoshou also spread out the battlefield, adjusting his posture to receive as many punches as possible at the same time.

The surface area of a human body is very limited. Even with forty to fifty people pouncing, no more than ten can hit you at the same time.

But Xu Xiaoshou was different. As soon as a punch landed, he would flail, weave, and hover, using every method to ensure everyone got a hit.

The only thing he needed to pay attention to was protecting his vital parts from injury.

"Passive value increased by 11 due to attack."

"Passive value increased by 22 due to attack."

"Passive value increased by 33 due to attack."

In his mind, the single passive value in the information bar kept increasing, from the teens to the twenties, then the thirties...

Xu Xiaoshou's skills became more refined, and the attackers became more excited.

Even though they couldn't see the arrogant kid, for some reason, their random punches always hit his face.

The feeling of hitting flesh was so satisfying!

So damn satisfying!

Am I really this good?

Some of them even closed their eyes, feeling as if they were having an epiphany, perfectly in tune with the Dao.

This is... the feeling of being innate!

Mom, I've broken through!

The referee was stunned. What a brutal scene!

He saw the face of the kid who had been talking arrogantly, which was originally quite handsome, deform under the heavy punches of the attackers.

The concave abdomen, bent forearms, and even the toes, all experienced terrible torment.

Yes, Xu Xiaoshou's shoes were even kicked off, increasing his body's surface area.

The referee was speechless: "Are these guys on drugs? How did they suddenly become so fierce!"

Look at that Third Stage guy, what is he doing? He closed his eyes?

Damn...

That punch didn't even hit the air, how could it coincidentally hit Xu Xiaoshou's shoulder?

And that Second Stage guy...

Hmm?

How has he managed to stay on the arena this long?

My God!

He almost fell off, but Xu Xiaoshou accidentally kicked him back.

How is that possible?!

The referee was on the verge of collapse!

Xu Xiaoshou's fight became stranger. How did the number of people decrease?

He had been trying his best to keep them, but the number still dropped from sixty to forty.

Suddenly, he saw a few shadows lurking in the depths, targeting those who closed their eyes to enlighten. As soon as they closed their eyes, they were thrown off the arena.

"Damn, they're cutting my passive value!"

Xu Xiaoshou adjusted his posture and slowly approached these troublemakers, throwing them off one by one.

These righteous arena fighters, under Xu Xiaoshou's abnormal fighting style, were the first to give up.

One by one, they left the arena in a daze, not even knowing how they got out.

In the audience, the young girl Su Qianqian had covered her eyes, and even Rao Yin felt the scene was a bit excessive.

The battle had transformed from a chaotic mass into a large net.

Each attacker in the grid didn't need to move much, just hit Xu Xiaoshou and let others send him back.

The "poor" Xu Xiaoshou, like a punching bag, was tossed around in the attack net, attacked from all sides.

The referee felt he needed to intervene. Although he also thought Xu Xiaoshou deserved a beating and wanted to add a few punches, he was a cold and fair referee who needed to enforce the rules calmly.

Just as he was about to stop the fight, he suddenly saw the expression on the "punching bag" Xu Xiaoshou's face.

What a distorted expression!

His teeth were bared, his face bruised, but he looked as if he was enjoying it, his eyebrows raised, and his expression almost blissful.

It was as if...

He wasn't being attacked, but receiving a massage service?

He listened carefully and heard the "punching bag" grinning and shouting under the punches:

"Feels great!"

"Can you hit harder?"

"Faster, try to hit a thousand times a second!"

"Damn, don't kick there..."

The referee: "..."

He silently put down his hand, deciding not to speak.

Perhaps, he doesn't need me...

"Clang—"

An ancient bell rang in the sky, cleansing the heart, and Xiao Qixiu's voice followed: "There is one incense stick's time left until the group stage ends!"

He was speaking to the 12th arena; this rule was set temporarily.

Because the battles on the other seventeen arenas had already ended.

The battles on other arenas were very simple, following ancient methods. The giants would sit in meditation, the major players would clear the arena, and the remaining dozen or so who were不服气 (unconvinced) would fight each other and then it would be over.

Only the 12th arena had a spectacular and brutal scene.

Those who had left other arenas, originally intending to rest, now filled the audience of the 12th arena.

They all stared with wide eyes at the tragic scene.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Are the people in the 12th arena crazy?"

"This is inhumane, this fighting style is too brutal!"

"Exactly, even a group beating is fine, but this is too exaggerated. At least leave some face, don't hit the face..."

"Yeah, in the same spirit palace, we'll see each other again, tsk tsk!"

The weak always evoke sympathy from the audience. A female disciple, unable to bear it, cried and cheered for Xu Xiaoshou:

"Damn... I'm not talking about you... Xu Xiaoshou, keep going!"

"Xu Xiaoshou, hold on!"

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're the fattest!"

The cheers spread like wildfire, instantly filling the audience.

Unaware of the situation, the outside audience all sympathized with Xu Xiaoshou, cheering and glaring at those who had been thrown off the 12th arena.

These "voluntary leavers" were extremely aggrieved. Have you seen the truth? You dare to speak? Try it yourself!

In the arena.

Hearing there was one incense stick's time left, Xu Xiaoshou stopped pretending.

He had been leading the crowd to the edge of the arena while fighting. Although they seemed to be attacking fiercely, they were completely controlled by him.

It was like Tai Chi, once the momentum was formed, even the attackers couldn't stop.

Xu Xiaoshou leaped and pulled, and everyone, like moths to a flame, jumped off the arena in shock.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"My God!"

"What happened?"

The audience exploded. Is the 12th arena toxic? If you're going to fight, fight to the bitter end; if you're going to jump, jump together?

Were they scared by the cheers, ashamed to the core?

On the arena.

After Xu Xiaoshou's move, excluding the referee, only four people remained.

He forcibly pulled back the first attacker, a tall man named Qiu Wei?

"There's half an incense stick's time left. I've thought about it, you have the strongest output, let's fight again!" Xu Xiaoshou said sincerely.

This guy's "Hundred Steps Beast King Fist" was worth fifty elite soldiers!

Qiu Wei's face turned pale. He looked around, seeing no one to help him.

A wave of indescribable fatigue washed over him. He gagged and jumped off the arena.

Xu Xiaoshou: "???"

The referee couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand: "The match is over!"

On the side.

Liu Zhen took a deep breath, watching the ruthless and heartless Xu Xiaoshou, and said with a slight smile: "I said wait and see, didn't I? Top ten..."

Zhou Zuo swallowed hard, filled with shock.

"Liu Brother,"

"It's top three!"