# Chapter 860: Why Are You Cursing Like a Kid, You Little Brat?
When Martin said this, everyone was stunned!
Arm wrestling?
Could the form of strength contest be any more plain and simple?
But at this moment, all the students of Pioneer Academy revealed sinister, sly smiles!
You probably don't know what Southern God relied on to make his name, do you?
(Evil smirk expression repeated three times)
Everyone channeling Qin Shou!
This is practically a freebie question!
Jiangnan: (Smug smirk)
"Alright then, arm wrestling it is~"
Martin and Tom looked at Jiangnan and the others' smiles, and goosebumps shot straight from their spines to the backs of their heads!
Can you guys smile any more lecherously?
Just looking at it makes one feel violated!
A bad premonition stirred in their hearts!
Tom quickly said, "Change the venue! Let's go back to the academy to compete. I don't have the hobby of being watched like a monkey!"
Mainly because there were so many people—if something unexpected happened, face really wouldn't hold up!
Since they were foreign guests, of course they had to respect their opinions!
Everyone piled back onto the bus and headed toward Pioneer Academy!
The fans who had traveled overnight looked disappointed, thinking they'd get to see the next round—who knew they'd change the venue?
Now they could only watch the livestream!
They arrived at the academy's sports field. Although it was cracked like a spiderweb, it was still barely usable!
Now a crowd gathered together. Guan Hu ran to the equipment warehouse and brought out a desk and two stools!
The venue was set just like that!
Jiangnan raised an eyebrow: "How do we compete?"
Tom snorted coldly: "Naturally, whoever wins the arm wrestling wins!"
"Two sides compete! The one with more victories wins! Among the three parties, whoever beats the other two wins!"
"A pure contest of strength!"
Jiangnan laughed heartily, waving his hand grandly!
Buckets of water-cooler-sized containers filled with Strength 2.0 were neatly arranged on the field!
Gurgle gurgle gurgle gurgle...
٩(๑•̀口•́)و
"All you real men, let's chug this bucket of Strength! Arm-wrestle them till they crap their pants!"
All students: (ꐦ･᷅口･᷄) "Absolutely!"
With that, they picked up the buckets and tilted their heads to pour it into their mouths!
At this moment, both Charles and Tom turned pale!
During the relay race just now, they had seen how amazing this potion was!
It wasn't just a small improvement—it was massive!
After drinking it, wouldn't everyone become Muscle Devils?
Then what was the point of arm wrestling?
Tom urgently said, "Chotto matte! N-no drinking potions!"
"If we're going to compete, it should be with real strength. Otherwise, what's the meaning of this strength contest?"
Jiangnan: (๑¯ิٹ¯ิ) "Is that so?"
"Didn't you say at the beginning that we could use tech? Can't handle it now?"
[From Tom.Max: Resentment +1000!]
Who could handle competing with you guys like that?
"We won't use tech either. After all, academic exchange should be fair, right?"
Jiangnan looked completely relaxed, not caring at all.
"Fine, we won't drink. Suit yourselves. Who's going first?"
Charles couldn't wait any longer. He was still holding a belly full of anger from earlier!
"We'll go first! Send whoever you want!"
He sat down across from the desk and glared fiercely at Jiangnan.
"If you've got the guts, arm-wrestle me!"
He placed his right elbow on the table, eyes full of challenge.
(๑･᷄皿･᷅)ง
If he could take down Jiangnan first and clear the path for his teammates, everything after would be easy!
Then win two more rounds, and the strength contest would be theirs!
Jiangnan naturally had no hesitation. He strode forward and sat opposite Charles.
(｡°᷄ᴗ°᷅) "Pretty confident, huh, Redhead? Want to compare strength with me? Hah~ Do you know how Fito died?"
Charles's face darkened, and he was shocked inside!
Fito, as a Diamond peak, had extremely strong physical fitness and even held the title of America's Strongest Diamond!
He had even broken through to Starlight in the Abyss. Such a fierce person was killed by the Hua Xia exploration team, falling in the Abyss, yet no one knew exactly how Fito died!
Could... could it be Jiangnan? Could his physical fitness match Fito's?
If that were true, he had no chance at all!
But how was that possible? Jiangnan had only just reached Platinum not long ago!
"Did you... did you do it?"
Jiangnan: ╮(•́ω•̀)╭
"No. Odin killed him!"
Charles: Pfftꉂꉂ(꒪ͦε꒪ͦ‧̣̥̇)
[From Charles: Resentment +1000!]
"Then why did you bring that up at a time like this?"
Jiangnan: (⑉ԾกԾ) "Pfft~ Just suddenly remembered, thought I'd tell you."
Charles: (ꐦ͡ʘ益͡ʘ)
Aren't you being a psychopath?
Why bring up irrelevant stuff for no reason? You made me overthink like that, thinking it was you!
How despicable can you get?
"Hurry up! Stop dilly-dallying! Are we arm-wrestling or not?"
Without another word, Jiangnan pulled his right hand out of his pocket and placed it on the table!
Charles's eyes widened!
"Jiangnan! What do you mean by this! I~%?…;!"
Jiangnan's right hand was sticking up its middle finger, aimed straight at Charles!
(๐°᷄ٹ°᷅)┌∩┐
"Nothing much. I can beat you with just one middle finger! Trash!"
"Ever heard of the Vajra Middle Finger?"
Charles was so angry he laughed: "Fine, fine, fine! If I don't snap your finger off, I'll take your surname!"
[From Charles...]
At this moment, Qin Shou and Wei Teng were about to lose it!
Southern God really is like a sow with a bra—one trick after another!
There's no end to the pitfalls he sets!
The furious Charles reached out to grab Jiangnan's middle finger!
Jiangnan couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face!
Grab it! Once you grab it, you lose!
I'm such a master planner!
But Charles's movement suddenly froze!
Jiangnan was startled—had this guy discovered his little secret?
Charles swallowed: "If the desk and chairs get damaged, we don't have to pay for them, right?"
Jiangnan rolled his eyes. So this guy was afraid of being scammed?
"Obviously! Do you think our prestigious Pioneer Academy can't afford a set of desks and chairs?"
Charles just breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiangnan said matter-of-factly: "Of course you have to pay! Do you think you can run away?"
Charles completely exploded. He couldn't hold back anymore. His big hand grabbed Jiangnan's finger, clenched it tightly, and then snapped it hard!
But the moment he grabbed it, his body was completely paralyzed!
An extreme numbness twisted Charles's features, and he let out a mournful cry!
(๐･᷅ꇴ･᷄)凸ԅ(˃᷄皿˂᷅||) Ahhh~
[From Charles: Resentment +1000!]
Since his big hand was tightly gripping Jiangnan's finger, under the paralyzed state, his muscles contracted like an electric shock!
He couldn't let go even if he wanted to, stuck in an infinite paralysis loop!
Jiangnan exerted force with a twist, bending Charles's entire forearm flat against the table!
Charles's whole body was pulled sideways, still maintaining his sitting posture on the chair, but completely suspended in the air!
Martin: ∑(°口°๑)
Th-this was over?
Was it even 0.1 microseconds? The guy was flipped into the air!
Is this arm wrestling or person wrestling?
Jiangnan then slammed Charles onto the table multiple times, and finally pointed his middle finger to the sky!
Like turning a keychain, he swung Charles around in the air!
(๐ᵒ̌ᗜᵒ̌)ง⁽˙³˙⁾
"Was that a win?"
Martin was anxious. Before he could speak, Jiangnan flicked the "keychain" off his hand!
(٥°᷄ᗜ°᷅)ง๛๛๛ዽ
Charles was flung out entirely, his head crashing into the bushes by the field!
He immediately jumped up, face full of shame, nearly grinding his teeth to powder!
"What win? Numb! He numbed me!"
Jiangnan glared: "You little brat! Speak properly! You lost, so why are you cursing people?"
Charles: (งಥ口ಥ)ง Aaah!
He felt like he was about to die from anger! A belly full of fire, and nowhere to vent!
Martin angrily said: "That round doesn't count! We said to compete with real strength!"
"What about that finger of yours? Rematch!"
Jiangnan pouted: "Fine, fine. So you don't complain later."
With that, he put his right hand in his pocket and placed his left hand on the table!
Charles, at the peak of his fury, charged over!
The two men's hands gripped each other, and the contest of strength began!
(๑¯ิ~¯ิ)凸ᕤᕦ凸(ಥ益ಥꐦ)
Instantly, veins bulged on both their arms, every muscle fiber stood out, biceps looking like they might explode at any moment!
The moment strength was applied, Jiangnan frowned slightly!
Charles, as a Gravity-type ability user, was strictly speaking a magic-type, yet his physical fitness was not inferior to Jiangnan's?
And Jiangnan bathed in Strength potion every day!
How did Charles train?
"I increase my own gravity with gravitational force every single day to train my strength and physical toughness! How could I lose to you?"
"Neutron Gravity!"
In an instant, three hundred times gravity was compressed into an extremely small range, pressing heavily on Jiangnan!
At that moment, Jiangnan's body felt as heavy as a mountain!
The sudden, astonishing gravity forced Jiangnan to spit out a mouthful of blood!
Jiangnan immediately maxed out his Blood Incineration, just to prevent the gravity from pulling all his blood down to his lower body, which would cause brain ischemia!
Then he would pass out!
But even with Blood Incineration maxed out, Jiangnan was still in extreme discomfort. His bones groaned under the unbearable weight!
The ground sank, and even the air became incredibly heavy!
Not to mention his clothes!
A "ripping" sound was heard—all of Jiangnan's clothes were torn apart by the gravity, falling heavily to the ground like they were filled with lead!
All that was left on his body was the Scarlet Spider suit!
And this outfit was completely exposed to all the students and cameras!
Hu Shuo: (˵ಡ﹃ಡ˵) Goose honk~
I seem to foresee a 300% surge in viewership!
With that cute Scarlet Spider suit of yours?
You're definitely getting a spot on today's hot search!
Jiangnan: (̿▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿̿ꐦ)̄!
Charles! You bastard!
I'm the one who always rips other people's clothes off!
And today you ripped me!