I Have Infinite Skill Points

Under the eager anticipation of the audience, the finals of the Star Martial Arts Tournament began.

The first match: Chang Shuangyue versus Captain Cheng Qingzhu.

It was unclear whether Chang Shuangyue had flipped some hidden switch during his previous fight with Hu Qing or if something else had happened. Previously, although Chang Shuangyue was powerful, he fought with great stability.

From the preliminaries to the official matches, regardless of his opponent's strength, he fought steadily and secured victory steadily.

But ever since fighting Hu Qing, Chang Shuangyue's attacks had become increasingly violent and aggressive.

Once his skin turned red, the aura he emitted was like that of an enraged wild beast.

Moreover, this state seemed to be an invincible mode—it appeared as if he could become immune to Star Martial Skill attacks at the level of the Laws.

Hu Qing's Gravity Fist, strong enough to flatten a tank, seemed to have no effect on Chang Shuangyue. And now, Cheng Qingzhu's wind-attribute Star Martial Skill, a powerful cutting attack that took the form of an airborne dragon, instantly struck Chang Shuangyue's chest.

But apart from a minor tear in his skin, Chang Shuangyue seemed unaffected.

"Is this… still human?"

Beside Wang Lan, Xing Feng exclaimed in astonishment.

Indeed, could this still be considered human?

It wasn't just Xing Feng who had this thought, but also the millions of viewers watching the livestream.

From the beginning of the match, Cheng Qingzhu attacked fiercely.

He was well aware of Chang Shuangyue's terrifying power; even Hu Qing, despite his great strength, had been beaten to a bloody pulp by him. Cheng Qingzhu had no confidence in winning. The only sliver of hope lay in Hu Qing's Gravity Fist being a blunt attack, whereas his own wind-attribute Star Martial Skill possessed unrivaled cutting force.

Unfortunately, two high-cost Star Martial Skills had failed to break Chang Shuangyue's defense. On the contrary, it was Cheng Qingzhu, famed for his speed due to his wind attribute, who was pushed to a corner of the ring.

The battle had only lasted three minutes, but there had already been more than three final-bout-level clashes.

At this moment, Cheng Qingzhu's face was covered in sweat, his chest heaving dramatically.

The entire venue was silent. The audience, the judges, and the host were all clenching their fists, unwilling to make a sound.

Even backstage, Director Min, who had absolute control over the program, was staring at the screen without blinking. This match was too tense. Chang Shuangyue was like a monster, closing in on Cheng Qingzhu step by step.

And Cheng Qingzhu, like a small creature evading a predator, tried every trick to counter the hunter, but to no avail each time. His pitiable and helpless appearance evoked sympathy, making one want to help him.

At this moment, the number of people watching the livestream continued to rise, but the comment section was unusually quiet.

There were no rampant comments, and even the bullet screen messages had thinned out.

Countless people were utterly transfixed, staring intently at the video on the screen, holding their breath.

"PHEW—" Cheng Qingzhu exhaled a long breath; his Star Power was nearly exhausted. If this continued, admitting defeat would be his only option.

Therefore, he had to make one last desperate gamble.

That move was an A-rank Star Martial Skill, and a very powerful one at that, which he had practiced for three years without being able to fully master. But now was his last chance.

Cheng Qingzhu's eyes suddenly hardened. He gently lifted one foot, spreading his hands in a starting position, like a golden rooster standing on one leg.

Chang Shuangyue's eyes were blood red, his face twisted as if he were enduring some kind of intense pain. Wang Lan saw all of this.

What on earth is Chang Shuangyue enduring? Wang Lan wondered. Are there side effects to activating this invincible mode? Like my own Phoenix form, does it have some hidden risk? It must be. Would such a powerful Star Martial Skill really have no drawbacks? Would being such an aberration be appropriate?

An azure wind instantly howled around Cheng Qingzhu.

Chang Shuangyue, who had been closing in step by step, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, Cheng Qingzhu, using one foot as a pivot, began to spin rapidly. The swift rotation stirred up the Speedy Wind, and in an instant, he created a massive tornado that reached up to the arena's barrier.

The tornado shot up into the sky, transforming in the void into a colossal, four-edged wind blade, tapering to a sharp point like an awl.

"Sky Punishment Wind Erosion!" On the judges' panel, Bao Longqing stood up excitedly.

"Sky Punishment Wind Erosion? Mr. Xiaobao, you know this move?"

"This is the signature ultimate technique of the Titled Strongman, Zeng Xiao, the Dragon King of the Wind, from fifty years ago. Sky Punishment Wind Erosion is a Star Martial Skill that pushes the Wind Cutting attribute to its absolute limit. It's said that Zeng Xiao used this technique back then to defeat the Diamond King of Gran Country. Sky Punishment Wind Erosion can even slice through a diamond wall one meter thick! To think it would appear on the stage of the Star Martial Arts Tournament."

Hearing Mr. Xiaobao's explanation, many in the audience showed expressions of awe.

Those who didn't understand simply felt it was impressively mysterious, while those in the know nearly choked on their laughter.

This included the two middle-aged men watching the livestream on a projector in Wang Qianfeng's office.

"PFFT—" He MingXue spat out a mouthful of new tea, almost ruining the high-definition projector he had acquired for ten thousand yuan.

"Was that necessary?" Wang Qianfeng glanced at He MingXue with disdain.

"This judge, where did the Star Martial Arts Tournament organizers dig him up? Does he get all his information from online search engines?"

"Sky Punishment Wind Erosion is indeed a decent A-rank Star Martial Skill, but is it as incredible as he claims? If it were truly that incredible, would it still be an A-rank Star Martial Skill? It's true that Zeng Xiao defeated the Diamond King with Sky Punishment Wind Erosion. But that was because he was Zeng Xiao. If anyone else performed it, they couldn't even break through a 'Glass King,' let alone the Diamond King. Zeng Xiao had an extraordinary natural affinity for the wind attribute; any wind-attribute Star Martial Skill in his hands was effectively three times more powerful. Wielded by Zeng Xiao, Sky Punishment Wind Erosion reached power nearing S-rank. Besides, it's obvious that Cheng Qingzhu hasn't mastered this move yet…"

"Why are you rambling on to me about this?" Wang Qianfeng sipped his tea calmly. "You think I don't know?"

"But isn't this misleading the audience?"

"So what if it misleads them? Does the audience need to know the truth?"

"They don't?"

"They won't become Star Martial Warriors, and which of those who can become Star Martial Warriors doesn't already know this? However... I've actually become interested in this Chang Shuangyue kid."

"Oh? Has his talent piqued your curiosity?"

"No, I just have a feeling that Chang Shuangyue is a bit odd. His Star Martial Skill is somewhat different from those I remember. It's neither a berserker form nor like the blood-stopping secret technique. It feels... like it might be an innate talent Star Martial Skill."

"Who cares... Let's just keep watching."

As those words fell, the Wind Blade in the sky fiercely charged toward Chang Shuangyue's chest. Chang Shuangyue's skin turned an even deeper red. Instead of dodging, he tilted his head back and threw a heavy punch straight up at the Wind Blade.

"My God—has Chang Shuangyue gone mad? To recklessly throw a punch like that?"

"Damn, that's hot-blooded! That's domineering! This is what a real man looks like! A real man throws a punch head-on! Go for it!"

Cries of shock and roars of encouragement burst from the mouths of the audience watching the live broadcast.

Cheng Qingzhu clenched his teeth tightly, his form merging with the Wind Blade. He kicked Chang Shuangyue's fist aside and slammed fiercely into Chang Shuangyue's chest.

"Something's wrong!" Cheng Qingzhu's expression changed dramatically.

Chang Shuangyue's chest didn't feel like flesh; it was as if he had kicked solid fine iron.

Chang Shuangyue's body kept retreating. The terrible impact forced him back relentlessly.

His legs, like two iron stakes, were firmly planted on the ground, carving long furrows into the solid cement floor.

Suddenly, Chang Shuangyue, who had kept his head bowed, slowly lifted it. A sinister smile appeared on his twisted face.

With one large hand, he grabbed Cheng Qingzhu's airborne leg. The howling wind dissipated, and the world fell silent. Cheng Qingzhu, dangling in his grasp, looked utterly helpless, weak, and pitiable, like a small chick.

"CRACK—" A crisp, clear sound.

Chang Shuangyue had actually, with raw force, broken Cheng Qingzhu's leg.

"AAAAH—"

Before Cheng Qingzhu could even let out a scream, the audience at the scene erupted in an outcry.

Since it was a real combat competition, injuries were bound to happen; breaking a leg was considered within the realm of normal injuries. There are many ways to get injured, and many ways to break a leg.

But to snap a leg off as if it were a corncob—that was excessively bloody and cruel.

"Damn, hasn't Chang Shuangyue broken the rules?"

"According to the rules, it's not a foul, but no one does something like this in public during a match. Is he determined to go down a dark path?"

Chang Shuangyue's actions didn't stop there. Suddenly, he grabbed Cheng Qingzhu's arms.

"CRACK—"

As if wringing a towel, he twisted Cheng Qingzhu's arms a full 180 degrees.

"That's too much!"

"So cruel… Is he some kind of psycho?"

"Damn, he really did it?"

"Stop! Stop! The match is over! Chang Shuangyue wins! Chang Shuangyue, you are forbidden from continuing to harm contestant Cheng Qingzhu! Release him now!" The announcer, having lost his composure, hurriedly shouted in panic.

Cheng Qingzhu was discarded onto the ring like trash by Chang Shuangyue. Chang Shuangyue silently turned and, step by step, walked away from the ring. Wherever he went, the audience scattered as if avoiding a plague god.

Such a peerless fiend, exuding a terrifying aura of savagery.

Backstage, Xing Feng's Adam's apple bobbed.

It took him a long time to regain his composure.

"If I encounter him, it might be better to just forfeit."

"I'm going to step out for a bit. Can you wait for me for five minutes?" Wang Lan said calmly as he stood up.

"Sure, but if you treat him now, your Star Power..."

"It's no problem."

Wang Lan's figure flashed as he dashed out of the backstage area. This moment was, of course, broadcast by the live cameras.

"Is the Wolf King going... to the bathroom? Did he get scared into peeing himself?"

"You're the one who got scared into peeing! Did you forget the Wolf King revealed he was a Medical Attribute Star Martial Warrior in the last match?"

"He's going to treat Cheng Qingzhu? He's about to compete. Isn't that a waste of Star Power?"

"Little Wolf is so kind, so heartwarming... You two upstairs have no compassion; you deserve to be single for life!"

"Hey, don't assume just because you're a girl I won't call you out. Do we seem like we lack compassion? We're just rationally analyzing the pros and cons, okay?"

"Bro above, you're arguing about rationality with a woman? From that alone, you're not rational enough."

"I... I'm wrong! You're right. What the girl says is right."

Cheng Qingzhu was carried away on a stretcher, heading straight for the medical room.

In the medical room, Medical Star Martial Warriors were already on standby. Seeing Cheng Qingzhu's injuries, they shook their heads somberly.

"I can't treat these injuries. The bones are twisted like rope. Unless a senior Medical Attribute Star Martial Warrior treats him, he's definitely crippled. Moreover, we can't delay. We must find a senior Star Martial Warrior within six hours. Otherwise, even with a senior Medical Star Martial Technique, it will be too late to save him."

"Miss Ji, even you can't do anything?"

"There are many types of Medical Attribute skills. I can ensure wounds heal, but his issue isn't about wounds—it's that his bones have been crushed into powder."

"Let me try," a voice, gentle as a breeze, reached the ears of everyone present. Wang Lan, wearing a moon-white mask, slowly approached the unconscious Cheng Qingzhu.