Chapter 2: Can't Stop at All
"You're asking for death!" Wang Lin's expression twisted.
His girlfriend was right there beside him—how could he let himself be humiliated?
As a Strength-type Awakener, Wang Lin had already cultivated to the Bronze level!
There's no way he couldn't handle Jiangnan, a mere Black Iron!
So, enduring the sharp pain, he threw another punch.
"Bang!"
This punch was firmly caught in Jiangnan's hand, who squeezed hard.
"Ah! Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!"
Wang Lin howled, his face contorted in agony.
He started questioning his life!
I'm the Strength-type Awakener! There's no way I should be overpowered in strength!
Is this kid also a Strength Awakener?
How is he so strong? Isn't he a Space-type?
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +888!]
The system notification echoed in Jiangnan's mind.
Jiangnan's eyes immediately lit up.
After fusing with the system, he roughly understood the basic functions.
The Lucky Wheel used Resentment points to draw prizes!
One draw cost ten thousand Resentment points!
A ten-draw was one hundred thousand!
He hadn't known how to get those Resentment points just now.
But now it seemed simple! Just make people resent him!
What kind of twisted hobby does this system have?
At that moment, Jiangnan looked at Wang Lin with a different gaze.
Like he was staring at a shiny golden Pixiu (a mythical beast that symbolizes wealth).
Grabbing Wang Lin's fist, he twisted him face-down on the ground, then straddled him.
A punch to the left.
"Bang!"
"Ow!"
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +666]
A punch to the right.
"Bang!"
"Ow!"
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +686]
...
Jiangnan rained down punches; the sounds of "bang" and "ow" filled the air continuously. Watching the Resentment points refresh nonstop, he was overjoyed inside!
Like he'd eaten some kind of hyperactivity candy—he simply couldn't stop!
After a while, punching wasn't enough, so he picked up a small stool beside him and started smashing Wang Lin's face with it.
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +999!]
Hey, hey? Using the small stool seemed much easier than fists?
Soon, a crowd of onlookers gathered, and many were recording short videos with their phones.
"Whoa, this bald guy is too fierce! He doesn't look that old—did he beat him up too badly?"
"A bit excessive, don't you think? Look at what he did to him—face all swollen..."
"Excessive? I just saw that girl flip over this guy's stall and called us street vendors scum! If not him, who else should we hit?"
"He deserves it! We set up stalls to support the national policy!"
Li Muyan stood there panicked, not knowing what to do.
Wang Lin was Bronze Three Stars and a powerful Strength Awakener!
How could he be so abused by Jiangnan, a lowly Black Iron?
Did he get some kind of adrenaline shot?
Jiangnan was usually such a quiet guy...
"Stop it! If you don't stop, I'm calling the police!"
[Resentment from Li Muyan: +888]
Jiangnan paused the small stool mid-swing and looked at Wang Lin, who had been beaten into a pig face.
The pig-like face was tearful—he'd actually been beaten to tears?
"I'll stop, but you ruined all my socks. How can I sell them now? You buy them all!"
Wang Lin's spirit was shattered—he'd been utterly dominated by a high school student...
Weakly, he asked, "How much?"
"Ten bucks a pair!"
"What? They were four pairs for ten bucks! Why don't you just rob me?"
Jiangnan sneered: "What do you think I'm doing?"
Wang Lin: "..."
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +666]
There were over two hundred pairs of socks, and Jiangnan pocketed more than two thousand bucks!
Wang Lin didn't want to buy them, but if he didn't, he probably wouldn't leave today...
Li Muyan quickly helped the pig-faced Wang Lin up, glaring resentfully: "Tomorrow's monthly Spirit Martial class exam—you'd better get kicked out!"
"Starting tomorrow, don't expect to stay in the Spirit Martial class!"
Jiangnan didn't hear what she said at all; he even waved goodbye...
"Godspeed, come again next time!"
[Resentment from Wang Lin: +999!]
Come again? Come again to get beaten up?
The crowd was growing, and Jiangnan had already made his money, so he didn't dare stick around.
He quickly rolled up the stall cloth, tossed it onto the back seat of his bicycle, tucked the small stool under his arm.
Jiangnan rode his "Phoenix" brand vintage bicycle.
Humming a cheerful tune.
"Riding my beloved bicycle~ never gets stuck in traffic~"
The chain "clack-clacked" against the fender, as if accompanying him.
Tomorrow was the monthly exam for the Spirit Martial class at Jiangcheng No.1 High School. Because his talent was too poor, Jiangnan had been stuck at a pitiful Black Iron Three Stars since awakening his Space-type ability in freshman year and becoming a one-in-ten-thousand Spirit Martial warrior. Now in his senior year, classmates were already at Black Iron peak, some even at Bronze.
If he didn't break through to Black Iron Five Stars in this month's exam, he'd be kicked back to the regular class.
He would lose the school-issued Spirit Beads for cultivation, and his strength would stop right there...
Twenty years ago, many Spiritual Void gates appeared worldwide, spewing out spiritual energy that brought Earth into the Age of Spiritual Awakening.
At the same time, a large number of spiritual beasts surged forth, attacking human society.
Because of the spiritual awakening, humans could also awaken supernatural abilities.
After experiencing the initial turmoil and paying a heavy price, today's peaceful world was finally achieved.
But those who awakened abilities inevitably brought impact to human society, so various policies targeting Spirit Martial warriors gradually improved!
One such policy was establishing Spirit Martial universities across the country and separating Spirit Martial classes in high schools.
Jiangnan was lucky enough to become an Awakener, and even had the rarest Space-type ability.
But he got the worst talent.
That's how this big mess came about.
Originally, Jiangnan thought, if he got kicked out, he'd let it be. Being an ordinary person wasn't bad.
He had hands and feet; even as an orphan, he could support himself.
But the "Strongest Street Vendor System" he'd stumbled upon stirred up his thoughts.
"I hope that 'Marrow-Cleansing Fruit' really works!"
As Jiangnan thought, he felt a cooling sensation on his head...
Damn, I forgot I'm bald!
That stupid Strength Potion was really a scam.
"System, why does your description only mention effects? No side effects?"
"Don't scam people like that!"
[Don't sweat the small stuff!]
Jiangnan: "WTF?"
Given the system's pattern, that Marrow-Cleansing Fruit probably had some side effects too...
Why think too much? Just go home and try it!
After biking for half an hour, he arrived at an alley on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.
At the entrance of the alley was a barbecue stall, bustling with customers. Jiangnan's stomach growled.
The waitress aunt called out: "Xiao Nan, just closed up? Hungry, right? Come, Aunt Zhou will fry you some noodles!"
Jiangnan smiled: "No need, Aunt Zhou. I ate outside. Here's this month's rent, 2500. Sorry for being so late!"
Aunt Zhou took the rent: "Ah, it's tough for you alone—studying and running a stall..."
"Why'd you shave your head?"
Jiangnan: "..."
"Heh, thought it'd be cooler in summer..."
"Alright, you look sharp!"
After a few more pleasantries, Jiangnan rushed home in a hurry. He wanted to try if that Marrow-Cleansing Spiritual Fruit really worked!