Chapter 4: Crush Every Egg in Sight

At this moment, heaven and earth shattered, the sky darkened, the seas dried up and rocks crumbled, men jumped about and surged forward wave after wave...

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

"+2."

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

"+2."

…

On the originally imposing training ground, a series of screams suddenly rang out.

The sound was soft as cotton, like a woman's delicate moans, but upon closer listening, there was an endless sorrow and grief within.

Lin Fan repeated the same motion over and over: bend over, reach out, and pinch with five fingers.

He repeated it again and again, and even if heaven and earth collapsed, nothing could stop Lin Fan's yearning for experience points.

"You despicable scoundrel, using such a vile move!" The outer sect assessment disciples were all terrified, covering their crotches with both hands, feeling a cool air rising from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

So terrifying, truly so terrifying.

"Ding, congratulations, the unranked technique 'Monkey Steals the Peach' has reached level three."

"Ding, defeated a nameless extra disciple, experience +5."

"Ding, defeated a nameless extra disciple, experience +3."

…

Ouch, Lin Fan was overjoyed at these prompts, realizing that the experience needed to level up his character came just like this.

It seemed this was just like playing a game—beat monsters to level up.

Not bad, not bad.

At this moment, the outer sect assessment disciples who had suffered greatly at Lin Fan's hands looked at this despicable scoundrel with disdain, but suddenly they noticed a terrifying gleam burst from his eyes.

It seemed that something even more brutal was about to happen.

A group of outer sect assessment disciples surrounded Lin Fan in the center. Although this despicable scoundrel's moves were vile and hard to defend against, they could not tolerate slinking away with their tails between their legs.

Even at great cost, they would make this despicable scoundrel regret being here.

Lin Fan looked at his hands with an indifferent gaze.

These were hands about to be defiled, but for the sake of experience, what did a little defilement matter?

"Look at his eyes!" The front-row outer sect assessment disciples cried out in alarm, having been watching the despicable scoundrel closely and catching the moment his eyes flickered.

Lin Fan raised his head, his deep, guilt-ridden eyes gazing at the group of outer sect assessment disciples.

"Pure lambs, you are about to be violated by these evil hands of mine, but rest assured, I will go easy on you." Lin Fan looked at them with burning eyes.

"Despicable scoundrel, what are you saying?"

"Do you think you can take on all of us, hundreds of people?"

"Kneel and apologize, and we'll spare your life."

"Hmph, don't get too cocky..."

…

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

Lin Fan charged into the crowd. With his fifth-level Titan Demon Body, he was like an invincible tank to these outer sect assessment disciples, crashing through them as no attack could harm him.

And although Monkey Steals the Peach was only at the third level, it had already reached the supreme realm of 'strike and pinch.'

"You despicable scoundrel, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Ouch, it hurts... let go, let go, it's broken... it's broken." An outer sect assessment disciple's eyes glazed over, his whole body shivered, and two tears containing myriad emotions flowed from the corners of his eyes as he clutched his crotch.

"A man values his dignity; now you've destroyed mine, and I will never rest until you are dead!"

…

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

"+5."

"+5."

"Ding, defeated a nameless disciple, experience +5."

"Ding, defeated a nameless disciple, experience +2."

"Ding, congratulations, character level up."

…

At this moment, Lin Fan was like a madman, using both hands together, his Monkey Steals the Peach technique so masterful it seemed to have cultivated the very laws of the Dao.

Every strike hit its target; no matter how they tried to block, they could not stop the invasion of Lin Fan's divine hands.

"Fellow disciples, this villain uses vile and despicable moves. Though we are of the demon sect, we disdain to associate with him. Show no mercy!"

The outer sect assessment disciples were retreating step by step. One of them, a peerless handsome man who could be called a绝世美男, raised his arm and shouted, rallying the others to unite and capture Lin Fan.

Lin Fan moved like a swimming dragon among the outer sect assessment disciples. Seeing this disciple so arrogant, he became interested.

The peerless handsome man suddenly felt a penetrating gaze fixed on him, and his heart tightened with a sense of foreboding.

When his eyes met Lin Fan's, the handsome man felt a wave of fear.

If Lin Fan hadn't attacked that unspeakable place, it would have been bearable—though he couldn't win, at least he wouldn't be afraid.

But now he was truly terrified.

Seeing so many fellow disciples fall to this despicable fellow, especially their tragic expressions, he understood that it must hurt a lot.

The handsome man saw Lin Fan's hands unconsciously clenching, and a chill ran through him, his legs trembling.

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

"No..."

"Ah... it hurts..." The handsome man's eyes glazed over, he let out a soft cry, then fell to the ground trembling.

At this moment, the scene was too tragic to behold.

…

When all the outer sect assessment disciples had fallen, Lin Fan had no more peaches to steal.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 9. (Houtian realm awaiting activation)

Experience: (0/1000).

Technique: Titan Demon Body, level 5 (3000/10000).

Monkey Steals the Peach, level 10 (1000/10000).

Lin Fan looked at his stats and nodded with satisfaction.

Now that his character level had risen to nine, he was invincible among these outer sect assessment disciples.

Numbers floated above the foreheads of these disciples.

Some were level five, some level six, and some level eight.

None of these outer sect assessment disciples had reached the Houtian realm.

Lin Fan had seen Houtian realm disciples in action; their moves were nothing like those of these outer sect disciples.

The outer sect assessment was in three days. Even if he wasn't competitive, he had to become an outer sect disciple. This place was too small for him; to grow stronger, he needed a broader world.

Lin Fan turned and left, but after a few steps, he stopped.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

…

Those who had been slowly getting up, thinking the despicable scoundrel was leaving, collapsed again at his words, their legs giving way.

After today, they had no heart to fight him anymore.

Vulgar, shameless, despicable—how could such a person exist in this world?

Lin Fan sighed. He understood why these outer sect assessment disciples feared him, but it wasn't entirely his fault—he only knew this one move, Monkey Steals the Peach.

As the saying goes,

"One trick is enough to conquer the world."

When you only know one martial art, you shouldn't be too picky.

Lin Fan also realized that body-tempering techniques and martial arts were different.

Once Titan Demon Body reached a certain level, it required stronger external forces to advance.

As for martial arts, whether fighting weak or strong opponents, they all gave experience. Though there were differences in strength, even the weakest opponent yielded experience.