“You’re asking for it!” Wang Lin’s face twisted with rage.
With his girlfriend watching, how could he let himself look weak?
As a strength-type awakener, Wang Lin had already reached Bronze level through early training.
Could he really not handle a measly Black Iron like Jiangnan?
So, despite the searing pain, he threw another punch.
“Bang!”
Jiangnan caught the punch firmly in his hand, squeezing hard.
“Ow! That hurts!”
Wang Lin howled, his face contorted in agony.
He started questioning his existence.
I’m the strength-type awakener! How could I be overpowered in strength?
Is this kid a strength awakener too?
With that kind of power? Isn’t he supposed to have spatial abilities?
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +888!]
A system notification rang in Jiangnan’s mind.
His eyes lit up instantly.
After merging with the system, he roughly understood its basic functions.
The Lucky Wheel used Resentment Points for draws.
One draw cost ten thousand Resentment Points.
A ten-draw required a hundred thousand.
He hadn’t known how to earn these Resentment Points before.
Now it seemed simple. Just make people resent him!
What kind of perverse hobby did this system have?
At that moment, Jiangnan’s gaze on Wang Lin changed.
It was like looking at a shiny golden beast of fortune.
Grabbing Wang Lin’s fist, he spun and pinned him to the ground, sitting on top of him.
A left punch.
“Bang!”
“Ow!”
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +666]
A right punch.
“Bang!”
“Ow!”
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +686]
…
Jiangnan’s fists fell like rain, the sounds of “bang” and “ow” echoing endlessly. Watching the Resentment Points pile up, he was thrilled beyond measure.
It was like eating chewing gum, impossible to stop!
Not satisfied after a while, he grabbed the nearby stool and smashed it repeatedly into Wang Lin’s face.
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +999!]
Well, well? The stool seemed much more effective than his fists.
Soon, a crowd gathered to watch the spectacle, many recording videos on their phones.
“Blimey, this bald guy is fierce! He looks young, won’t this cause trouble?”
“Isn’t this a bit much? Look at the state of that guy’s face, all swollen…”
“Too much? I saw earlier, that girl trashed this lad’s stall and called us stallholders filthy! If not him, who do you beat?”
“Give him a good thrashing! We’re stallholders answering the nation’s call!”
Li Muyan stood there, flustered and at a loss.
Wang Lin was a Bronze Three-Star, a top-tier strength awakener.
How could he be beaten so badly by a little Black Iron like Jiangnan?
Was he on some kind of adrenaline rush?
Normally, Jiangnan was such a quiet guy…
“Stop it! I’ll call the police if you keep going!”
[Resentment Points from Li Muyan +888]
Jiangnan paused, holding the stool, looking at Wang Lin, whose face was now swollen like a pig’s head.
Tears welled in his swollen eyes. Had he been beaten to tears?
“Fine, I’ll stop. But you mucked up all my socks, how am I supposed to sell them? You’re buying the lot!”
Wang Lin’s spirit was broken, completely crushed by a high schooler…
He asked weakly, “How much?”
“Ten quid a pair!”
“What? Weren’t they ten quid for four pairs? Why not just rob me?”
Jiangnan smirked, “What do you think I’m doing?”
Wang Lin: “…”
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +666]
Over two hundred pairs of socks, more than two thousand quid in hand!
Wang Lin didn’t want to buy, but if he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t leave today…
Li Muyan hurriedly helped the pig-headed Wang Lin up, glaring resentfully, “Tomorrow’s the monthly test for the Spiritual Martial Class. Just wait to be kicked out!”
“From tomorrow, don’t even think about staying in the Spiritual Martial Class!”
Jiangnan didn’t hear a word, still waving…
“Take care, come back soon!”
[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +999!]
Come back?
To get beaten again?
With more onlookers gathering and money in hand, Jiangnan didn’t dare linger.
He quickly bundled up his stall cloth, tossed it onto the back of his bike, tucked the stool under his arm, and rode off on his “Phoenix” bike.
Humming a tune in high spirits:
“Riding my beloved bicycle, never stuck in traffic~”
The chain clinked against the wheel guard, almost like it was keeping rhythm for him.
Tomorrow was the monthly exam for Jiangcheng No.1 High’s Spiritual Martial Class. Due to his rubbish talent, despite awakening rare spatial abilities in Year 10 and becoming a one-in-a-million spiritual martial artist, Jiangnan had only reached Black Iron Three-Star by Year 12.
His classmates were already at Black Iron Peak, some even promoted to Bronze.
If he didn’t break through to Black Iron Five-Star in this exam, he’d be kicked back to the regular class.
No more school-issued spiritual beads for cultivation, and his strength would stall there…
Twenty years ago, spiritual rifts appeared worldwide, pouring out spiritual energy, ushering Earth into an era of spiritual revival.
At the same time, hordes of spiritual beasts attacked human society.
Thanks to the spiritual revival, humans could awaken abilities.
After initial chaos and heavy losses, peace was hard-won.
But awakened individuals inevitably disrupted society, so policies for spiritual martial artists were gradually refined.
Spiritual Martial Universities were established across major cities, and high schools set up Spiritual Martial Classes as part of these policies.
Jiangnan was lucky to be an awakener, with the rarest spatial abilities.
But he got the worst talent.
What a massive blunder!
He’d originally thought if he got kicked out, so be it. Being normal wasn’t bad.
With hands and feet, even as an orphan, he could fend for himself.
But this “Ultimate Stall System” he stumbled upon sparked new ideas.
“That Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, hope it actually works!”
As he thought this, a cool breeze hit his scalp…
Bloody hell, he forgot he was bald!
That dodgy Strength Potion was such a scam.
“System, why does your description only mention effects and not side effects?”
“Scamming people like this?”
[Don’t fuss over these details!]
Jiangnan: “What the heck?”
With the system’s track record, would that Marrow-Cleansing Fruit have side effects too?
Why overthink it? He’d try it at home!
After riding for over half an hour, he reached a small alley in Jiangcheng’s suburbs.
A bustling barbecue stall stood at the alley’s entrance, packed with customers. Jiangnan’s stomach growled.
Auntie Zhou, serving plates, called out, “Little Nan, just packed up? Hungry? Come, I’ll get you a plate of fried noodles!”
Jiangnan smiled, “No need, Auntie Zhou, I ate out. Here’s this month’s rent, 2500. Sorry it’s late!”
Auntie Zhou took the rent, “You’ve got it tough, studying and running a stall…”
“Why’d you shave your head?”
Jiangnan: “…”
“Heh, thought it’d be cooler for summer…”
“Looks sharp!”
After a bit more chit-chat, Jiangnan rushed home. He couldn’t wait to test if that Marrow-Cleansing Spirit Fruit really worked!
