Why the bug I wrote became a core gameplay mechanic?!
Chapter 650 - 633: The Gap in Values

Chapter 650: Chapter 633: The Gap in Values

Chen Tingquan really wanted to immediately request a rematch or change contestants, but there was no way. The opponents in the competition were clearly arranged randomly by the system, and once both sides took the stage, it started immediately, leaving no room for regrets.

"I can only charge ahead and hope he’s unskilled.

"Hmm? Seems like he really is unskilled!"

There was renewed hope in Chen Tingquan’s eyes.

In such competitions, you could get matched with any type of opponent.

Although "Reverse Heaven" is an online game, it’s not as highly restrictive as other online games.

For instance, in this competition, some of the participants were system-controlled NPC disciples, and their cultivation levels were also random.

If you encountered an NPC disciple with a lower cultivation level, it meant you were lucky.

Similarly, you could also encounter players who might be experiencing network lag or who have poor skills; these occurrences were entirely possible.

Although the competition itself had a certain level of screening, this selection process was not strict and did not fully guarantee fairness.

This design might be to encourage more players to participate in the competition without avoiding it due to their weak abilities—after all, what if they encountered someone even weaker?

Chen Tingquan could tell at a glance that his current opponent was a player, and their stats were far superior to his.

But from the way this player operated, it seemed like they were just getting used to the body—very clumsy.

This gave Chen Tingquan some room to maneuver.

"Sneak attack!

"Dodge!

"Roll!

"Check out my magic artifact!

"Haha, looks like all those action games I played weren’t for nothing!"

Although Chen Tingquan hadn’t played many high-difficulty action games, he was clearly better than this unskilled player.

Each time, he would sneak a couple of attacks, then quickly dodge and roll away before the opponent could counterattack.

This way, he had already taken down two-thirds of his opponent’s blood bar, while he hadn’t taken any damage himself.

Not only that, but he also managed to quickly pull away whenever his opponent angrily charged at him and used his cheap magical treasures to counterattack. Although it didn’t take away much of the opponent’s health, the kiting felt great.

This made Chen Tingquan feel like he was playing a high-difficulty game like "Blood of Lies," with the same satisfaction as kiting a boss.

"See, high attributes mean nothing if you have clumsy hands.

"Gotcha with my moves!"

The opponent obviously realized that this current approach wasn’t working, so they stood still and pulled something out of their bag, tilting their head back to swallow it.

Chen Tingquan was stunned: "What’s going on? Taking a pill on the spot? Referee! Where’s the referee!"

In the next second, the Qingming Medicine Furnace disciple’s muscles further bulged. Not only that, he pulled out a huge wooden club from who knows where, resting it on his shoulder.

The next second, the massive club descended with a crash!

"Hey! Stop that!"

Chen Tingquan shouted while controlling his character to roll, narrowly dodging the attack.

But the club smashed into the ground, sending debris flying and causing a small pit to form at the impact site.

One had to admit, the hit effects and special effects in "Reverse Heaven" were really well done.

"Thankfully, it looks like the club’s attack speed isn’t that fast. If I focus, I should still be able to–

"What the–! Why is he swinging faster now?

"Referee! I want to report him! He’s cheating!

"Does this game have any balance at all?"

Chen Tingquan initially thought he could continue relying on his skilled operations to kite the opponent, but unexpectedly, after the other player took the pill, not only did his movement speed and strength increase, but even his attack speed sped up.

Logically, such a large wooden club should have long wind-up and cool-down times, making it difficult to dodge.

But the Qingming Medicine Furnace disciple’s swings were getting faster, even producing afterimages.

At first, Chen Tingquan barely managed to avoid the attacks, but his rolls also had wind-ups and cooldowns, and his invincibility frame couldn’t cover every moment.

One careless mistake, and he was caught.

With a "bang," Chen Tingquan watched as his blood bar was instantly emptied.

In the next second, a special barrier seemed to appear on the field, blocking the Qingming Medicine Furnace disciple’s massive club and allowing Chen Tingquan’s character to be left with just 1 HP.

Then, Chen Tingquan’s character automatically knelt and begged for mercy, while the screen displayed several prominent words.

"Victory Decided!"

Chen Tingquan’s expression turned grim; he hadn’t expected to be eliminated in the first round of the competition.

This pretty much crushed his hope of joining the Wuxiang Pill Alliance—it was clearly not something a zero-spending player like him should consider.

The barrage was filled with ridicule.

"Qingming Medicine Furnace disciple: Had enough fun yet?"

"Opponent: Phew, almost got killed by that kid. Good thing my skills are better."

"This damn game is so unbalanced, getting one-shotted like that?"

"Some stats are just garbage."

"Stats? What stats? All I see is the Qingming Medicine Furnace’s effort and sweat."

"Are they seriously allowing players to take pills mid-fight?"

"I have a feeling that next time, everyone will be bringing pills..."

"What’s the deal with the Qingming Medicine Furnace? Everyone’s taking the same Nine Dragon Elixir, yet he looks so much bigger."

Chen Tingquan sighed quietly and checked on Li Wenhao and Liang Chun.

Li Wenhao had better luck, winning the first round and was taking a short break before the next; Liang Chun was unfortunately matched against a strong opponent and barely lost.

The sect competition started and ended quickly; for low-spending players like them, participation was all they could hope for.

"I’ll go see how Little Ding is doing."

Chen Tingquan opened Instructor Ding’s livestream.

Wow, the scene there was entirely different from his!

Instructor Ding’s character, a muscular devil, was standing on a massive flying sword, surrounded by other Inner Sect disciples from the Erosion Spirit Heavenly Palace.

At that moment, Instructor Ding’s perspective pointed downwards, revealing another sect competition field below.

Although the terrain details differed from Chen Tingquan’s side, the overall layout was the same.

There were three small sects competing below as well.

As a prestigious disciple of the Erosion Spirit Heavenly Palace, Instructor Ding just needed to watch from above. After the players below eliminated the weaker ones, he would get his turn.

Chen Tingquan switched back to the game, found a random spot, and let his character meditate before continuing to watch the action.

Even while slacking, one mustn’t forget to cultivate!

Over at Instructor Ding’s area, the rounds of the competition proceeded quickly. Although many players initially participated, half were eliminated each round until only a few remained.

Moreover, after the third-round competition, many winners appeared on the field.

These were obviously whales who had initially held back on spending and only increased their investments after entering smaller sects.

Standing there now indicated their formidable strength.

"Someone has challenged you. Will you accept the challenge?"

Instructor Ding nearly laughed when he saw the prompt on the screen.

"Someone actually wants to challenge me?

"Guess I flew too high for you to see my physique clearly, leading to this delusion."

Instructor Ding jumped from the huge flying sword of the Erosion Spirit Heavenly Palace, landing steadily on his own flying sword.

After the third round of the competition, the remaining players had two choices.

One was to continue competing with others, with the final winner having a chance to be selected by the Six Major Sects; the other was more straightforward: to challenge the disciples of the Six Major Sects directly. Winning would dethrone them, allowing the challenger to take their place.

Clearly, this confidence-fueled player in Instructor Ding’s competition area opted for the latter and ended up targeting Instructor Ding.

After landing, Instructor Ding sized up his challenger.

It wasn’t surprising; the challenger was evidently a whale who wrongly chose the body’s initial settings. Judging by his muscle bulge, he was likely using Nine Dragon Elixir without pause, making him much bigger than average disciples from other sects.

But compared to Instructor Ding, he seemed much smaller.

It just showed that size is relative.

Having some muscle among ordinary twiggy people doesn’t mean much, but within an iron gym, it would be decried as "barely showing signs of training."

...

Upon seeing Instructor Ding land, the initially confident player didn’t say anything, silently typing three dots.

Words left unspoken.

The competition started!

Instructor Ding unleashed a qi burst, his Protective Gang Qi sending the opponent flying, although it only chipped about one-sixth of his health.

"Hmm? Not bad, seems like you have some skills. Let me take this seriously."

With a simple flick, Instructor Ding controlled several flying swords to leap off his back and fly towards the opponent.

The muscular player clearly decided not to sit idly by. Like Chen Tingquan, he maneuvered, rolled, and strove to evade the attacking flying swords, inching closer to Instructor Ding for counterattacks.

However, his efforts were futile; the flying swords were relentless, impossible to evade with just rolls alone.

He had to rely on magical treasures or spells for defense. Unfortunately, while he had kept up with body refinement, he clearly lagged in magical treasures and spells.

In the end, as his health bar emptied, the arena’s protection effect triggered, leaving him with one last drop of health and kneeling for mercy.

Instructor Ding sighed quietly.

"Ah, the loneliness of invincibility!"

He stepped on his flying sword and flew back to the giant sect sword of the Erosion Spirit Heavenly Palace.

Throughout the match, no one dared to challenge him again.

These players had clearly understood what numerical disparities meant.

What it meant to have no natural talent, only pure effort and sweat.

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