I Have Infinite Skill Points

Wang Lan's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Cheng Qingzhu's injuries. It wasn't the complexity of the injuries that bothered him, but the cruelty and ruthlessness of Chang Shuangyue. Everyone was here for the competition, not embroiled in deep-seated hatred; was there really a need for such a heavy hand?

Fortunately, Cheng Qingzhu had passed out. Had he been conscious, how much suffering would he have endured?

"Player Wolf, these injuries are difficult to treat. I know your medical skills are extraordinary, but his injuries are different from Hu Qing's," Miss Ji said, pausing slightly as she looked at Wang Lan, as if she thought he was at a loss for what to do.

"It's manageable," he said, reaching out to touch Cheng Qingzhu's leg.

A surge of Star Power flowed, and a hazy light radiated from the palm of Wang Lan's hand. Underneath the light, the severely twisted and swollen leg slowly reverted to its original state, as if time itself was being rewound.

To the other staff members, this scene didn't seem extraordinary; they assumed all Medical Star Martial Techniques were this miraculous. But Miss Ji saw it differently.

Pure Medical Star Martial Technique? No, that's not right. It's not a Star Martial Skill. This is... Is this an Inborn Talent of the Bloodline? Miss Ji's eyes widened in disbelief.

Medical Star Martial Techniques utilized Yang Attribute Star Power, altering it in a way that stimulated the target's cells to heal. But even powerful Medical Star Martial Techniques had their limitations.

For instance, if the bones had been crushed to dust, they would need to be reassembled before any healing could start. And completely shattered bones simply couldn't be restored by Star Power. So in Miss Ji's eyes, even if they managed to save his leg and hand, his future as a martial artist was finished.

What use is a warrior whose bones are made of flour?

However, pure medical healing, or rather, pure medical Inborn Talent of the Bloodline was different. They often possessed the miraculous ability to turn decay into something magical, reminiscent of the Shen Family, which had been wiped out by a mysterious force seventeen years ago.

Known as the Jade Silkworm family of Jade Country, they were like the meat of Monk Tang to the Star Martial Warrior community, containing a miraculous Life Force within them. As long as they awakened their Inborn Talent of the Bloodline, their medical abilities could revive a person to full health, restoring them to peak condition, provided they weren't already dead.

Pity that this family, seen as a treasure of Jade Country, was mysteriously slaughtered, and to this day, Jade Country has not found the culprit.

Collecting his thoughts, Wang Lan had already finished treating Cheng Qingzhu's leg. The leg, which had been completely deformed and twisted, was miraculously restored to its original form in such a short period.

Miss Ji gasped, quickly moving to Cheng Qingzhu's side, gently probing his leg. She closed her beautiful eyes, sensing the condition of the injuries on Cheng Qingzhu's leg.

The crushed bones have been perfectly realigned... Not just realigned... It's as if they were never injured, without the slightest damage or crack? Miss Ji opened her eyes, looking at Wang Lan in utter disbelief.

By now, Wang Lan had withdrawn his hand, and Cheng Qingzhu's arms, too, had been restored to their original state after mere seconds of healing.

"Next up, please welcome player Wolf and player Xing Feng to the stage!" the announcer's excited voice blared from the public speakers.

Wang Lan took a towel and wiped his forehead. "He should be fine now. I have to go to the stage."

"Wait!" Miss Ji suddenly called out. "What's your name?"

"I've entered the competition anonymously and don't intend to reveal my identity."

"Such a powerful Medical Star Martial Artist can't be without fame. But your medical method is something I've never heard of, so... you haven't debuted yet, have you?"

"Uh... My participation in the competition isn't for the sake of debuting."

"You're still a student?"

As Miss Ji finished her speculation, Wang Lan couldn't help but shiver and hurriedly started to leave, lest he reveal too much.

With a flash, he disappeared.

Watching Wang Lan flee, the medical room staff couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? Do I look like I eat people?" Miss Ji coldly glanced at the staff.

"It seems that player Wolf is really quite innocent... An old hand would have relished the chance to spend more time with Miss Ji."

"Is that your excuse for not leaving?"

"Sorry, I'll leave right now. As for player Cheng Qingzhu..."

"Take him away, take him away! Once he wakes up he'll be jumping around. What's the use of keeping him here?"

Wang Lan dashed toward the arena while Jiang Xinyu slowly approached from the opposite side, casually tossing a mid-level Soul Bead into Wang Lan's hand. Instantly, Wang Lan absorbed the Soul Bead, and his Star Power, which had been depleted by nearly half, was instantly replenished.

「Atop the stage, Xing Feng stood in a corner of the ring, his arms crossed, eyes closed, and still as a mountain amid the cheers of the audience.」

The cameras spun 360 degrees without a blind spot, broadcasting Xing Feng's poise to every viewer in front of their television sets.

"So cool! Xing Feng really does have the demeanor of a great master."

"Just standing there, he has the air of a master."

"His image and temperament are impeccable, but... I still like Wolf King more."

"Me too, Wolf King seems more genuine. He can show off, he can act cute, he's kind-hearted, his martial arts are strong, and even though he wears a mask, he's more sincere than all the other contestants."

"Those without masks seem to wear an invisible one, whereas the one with a mask seems to be unmasked. Perhaps that's what makes the Wolf King truly unique."

"Wolf King knew there were two matches ahead, yet he still expended his Star Power to heal Cheng Qingzhu without a second thought. It's clear that in Wolf King's heart, a single contest is far less important than a fellow Star Martial Warrior."

Amid the anxious wait of the audience, Wang Lan's figure appeared in the walkway on the opposite side, his appearance instantaneously setting the audience abuzz, with many even standing up to applaud him.

"Good, contestant Wolf has entered the stage. Before the match begins, I, on behalf of the organizers, announce a new rule: Contestants are not allowed to harm their opponents in non-essential circumstances. Anyone who is judged by our referees to have intentionally caused injury will be disqualified. Do either of you contestants have any objections?"

"No objections!"

"No objections!"

"Alright, then, I hereby declare the second semi-final match of the Star Martial Championship, Wolf versus Xing Feng, officially begins!"

The moment the host's words dropped, suddenly, the audience members on the platform excitedly stood up and let out a collective gasp.

This situation also caused the two contestants who were just about to move to stop in their tracks. Because on the big screen, they saw Cheng Qingzhu, unscathed, walking from backstage to the audience area.

Cheng Qingzhu's injuries had been severe, something all present had witnessed; it was no exaggeration to say his entire body had been twisted into a knot. And it had only been about five minutes, yet there he was, appearing completely unharmed.

Cheng Qingzhu arrived backstage and gave Wang Lan a deep bow, holding it for several seconds before straightening up and then turning to leave.

"You could heal such injuries so quickly; you're the strongest medical Star Martial Warrior I've heard of. Why do you come to compete?" Xing Feng suddenly asked.

"To compete against all of you."

"To refine your combat skills?"

"Yes!"

"That's such a naive idea... Most people come to the Star Martial Championship to make a name for themselves, a few for the prize money. I'm afraid no one, except you, would want to refine their combat skills against us, a group who has already given up on themselves..."

"What about you? What for?"

"Fame! Money, to comfortably live as a big star, to comfortably spend my life," Xing Feng said with a self-deprecating wry smile. "Once, when I was as young as you, I too dreamed of making a name for myself. But later, I gradually realized my place.

"It's important to know yourself. I am not some child of destiny; I'm just an ordinary person among the masses. You may not believe it, but I once had grand delusions of becoming like the Five Emperors.

"In my youth, it was the time when the Flame Emperor from the South came into prominence.

"Do you have any idea? Back then, the Southern Flame Emperor was the idol of our generation, the epitome of striving for success. The Flame Emperor, a noble child from a humble background, became the brightest star of the era.

"But, failing college entrance exams, drifting through the military, joining the Pioneering Legion for nearly a decade with a narrow escape from death, I remained at the Star Shine Stage. My talent is not higher than those around me. My opportunities aren't better either, and I haven't worked any harder than them.

"I seem to be a rivet, fixed in that position.

"If my life is already destined, then why can't I live a little more comfortably? Be a star, make films, live my remaining years in comfort?

"Why go through life and death, or perhaps one day die in a Different Dimensional Space, becoming food for the Exotic Beasts?

"In the world of Star Martial Warriors, one more or one less of me makes no difference.

"Is this too much blathering? These words aren't just my thoughts, but also those of the Star Martial Warriors who have given up their identity and prefer to live as ordinary people.

"Whether they're the big stars idolized by everyone or Star Martial Warriors who guard houses and serve as enforcers. They're all deserters from the Star Martial world.

"It's shameful, but hey, it's not illegal! We're afraid, yes, we're afraid of living those days when death could come at any moment.

"Without goals, without dreams, what's the point of a salted fish dreaming of leaping through the dragon's gate?"

"You shouldn't have said that," Wang Lan said with a bitter smile.

"Right, I shouldn't have. Voicing it is like ripping off their fig leaf. They would turn from national idols into objects of public scorn, and I would gain nothing while earning nationwide condemnation.

"But still, I said it, because I feel inferior. Seeing you, I feel inferior. You're a medical Star Martial Warrior. A medical Star Martial Warrior coming onto this stage to refine your combat skills, and I, a lightning Star Martial Warrior, am... scrambling for fame, for a comfortable life.

"Think about it. With your strong healing abilities, you could lie back and have endless Soul Beads. You only need to express a need, and many Star Martial Warriors would willingly work tirelessly for you. Any team would consider you a key protected member.

"You don't have to face death or fight in battles; you only need to heal those who retreat injured from the battlefield. You could even refuse to go to the front line and wait to heal after the fighting is over.

"And yet, you possess a fighting strength that astonishes and impresses even me. You're only at the mid-stage of Star Shine. Are you even a healer? Huh? Don't you have any awareness of what it means to be a healer?" Xing Feng suddenly shouted, as though he was venting his inner sense of shame.

He, a lightning Star Martial Warrior, had given up on his dreams, while this medical Star Martial Warrior in front of him had picked them up.

Forget competing with Wang Lan; just standing next to Wang Lan, Xing Feng felt utterly powerless.

"Um, Contestant Xing Feng, don't get too worked up. In fact, you've overthought it a bit. The match started three minutes ago; we should really start now," Wang Lan said casually, breaking the awkward tension. He then clasped his hands in respect and bowed slightly. "Contestant Xing Feng, I look forward to your guidance."

"I admit defeat!"