Can't Stop

"You're asking for death!" Wang Lin's expression twisted.

With his girlfriend watching, how could he let himself be humiliated?

As a Strength-Type Awakener, Wang Lin had long trained to the Bronze level!

Couldn't he handle Jiang Nan, this mere Black Iron?

So, enduring the searing pain, he threw another punch.

"Bam!"

This punch was steadily caught in Jiang Nan's hand, who then squeezed hard.

"Ah! Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!"

Wang Lin howled, his face contorted in agony.

He began to question his life.

Old Man here is the Strength-Type Awakener! How could I be crushed in strength!

Is this kid also a strength awakener?

How is he so strong? Wasn't he Space Element?

[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +888!]

The system notification rang through Jiang Nan's mind.

Jiang Nan's eyes lit up immediately.

After fusing with the system, he'd roughly understood the basic functions.

The Lucky Roulette used Resentment Points to draw prizes!

One draw cost ten thousand Resentment Points!

A Ten Consecutive Draw cost a hundred thousand!

He hadn't known how to get these Resentment Points just now.

Seemed simple enough now! Just make people resent you, and that's it!

What kind of twisted hobby does this system have?

At this moment, Jiang Nan's look toward Wang Lin changed.

It was like he was staring at a glittering golden Pixiu.

Grabbing Wang Lin's fist, he spun him around and pressed him face-down on the ground, then straddled him.

A punch to the left.

"Bam!"

"Ow!"

[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +666]

A punch to the right.

"Bam!"

"Ow!"

[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +686]

Jiang Nan rained down punches like a storm, the "bam-ow" sounds unending. Watching the constantly refreshing Resentment Points, he was ecstatic inside!

It was like eating Xuanmai—he simply couldn't stop!

After a while, punching wasn't satisfying enough, so he grabbed a Small Stool nearby and started smashing it against Wang Lin's face.

[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +999!]

Heh heh? Using the Small Stool seemed to yield more than fists?

In no time, a crowd of onlookers gathered, many recording short videos on their phones.

"Damn, this Bald Guy is too fierce! Doesn't look that old—is he going to cause real trouble?"

"This is a bit much, isn't it? Look at the beating he's giving him—face all swollen..."

"Too much? I just saw that girl flip this bro's stall and call us stinking street vendors! If not him, who else should get beaten?"

"He deserves a beating! We're street vendors answering the nation's call!"

Li Muyan stood frozen in place, flustered and at a loss.

Wang Lin was a Bronze Three Stars strength, a top-tier Strength-Type Awakener.

How could he be so utterly dominated by Jiang Nan, a mere Black Iron!

Was he on some kind of adrenaline rush?

Jiang Nan was usually such a steady guy...

"Stop hitting him! If you don't stop, I'm calling the cops!"

[Resentment Points from Li Muyan +888]

Jiang Nan paused, the Small Stool in his hand hovering mid-air, as he looked at Wang Lin, whose face had been beaten into a pig's head.

Tears welled up in the swollen, pig-like face—was he actually crying from the beating?

"Fine, I'll stop. But you've dirtied all my socks here. How am I supposed to sell them now? You're buying the whole lot!"

Wang Lin's mentality had Collapsed. He'd been utterly dominated by a high schooler...

He asked weakly, "How much?"

"Ten bucks a pair!"

"What? Isn't it ten bucks for four pairs? Why don't you just rob me!"

Jiang Nan curled his lip. "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 bucks, just like that!

Wang Lin didn't want to buy them, but if he didn't, he probably wasn't leaving today...

Li Muyan quickly helped Wang Lin, now beaten into a pig's head, to his feet, and said resentfully, "Tomorrow's the Spiritual Martial class monthly exam. Just wait until you're kicked out!"

"Starting tomorrow, you won't last another day in the Spiritual Martial class!"

Jiang Nan didn't hear a word she said; he was even waving goodbye...

"Godspeed, come again anytime!"

[Resentment Points from Wang Lin +999!]

Come again?

Come again to get beaten up?

The crowd of onlookers was growing, and since he'd already made his money, Jiang Nan didn't dare linger.

He hastily bundled up the Stall Cloth, tossed it onto the back seat of his bike, tucked the Small Stool under his arm, and climbed onto his "Phoenix Brand" bicycle.

Humming a little tune, he was in a good mood.

"Riding my beloved bike~ never gets stuck in traffic~"

The chain clattered "clack-clack" against the chain guard, as if keeping time for him.

Tomorrow was the monthly exam for Jiangcheng No. 1 High School's Spiritual Martial class. Jiang Nan's talent was just too trash.

Ever since awakening his Space ability as a freshman, becoming a one-in-ten-thousand Spirit Warrior, he'd only managed to scrape up to a pathetic Black Iron Three Stars by his senior year.

His classmates were already at Black Iron peak, and some had even advanced to Bronze.

If his cultivation didn't break through to Black Iron Five Stars in this exam, he'd be kicked back to the regular class.

No more school-issued spirit pearls for him to cultivate with, and his strength would stop right there...

Twenty years ago, spiritual ruins gates had appeared all over Earth, spewing out spiritual energy that ushered in the era of spiritual energy revival.

At the same time, a flood of spirit beasts surged out, attacking human society.

Humans, thanks to the spiritual energy revival, could awaken abilities!

After the initial turmoil and paying a heavy price, today's era of peace and prosperity was finally achieved.

But awakened individuals inevitably shook human society, so various policies targeting Spirit Warriors gradually took shape!

Provincial and municipal Spiritual Martial Universities were established nationwide, and one policy was splitting high schools into Spiritual Martial classes.

Jiang Nan was lucky enough to become an awakened, and with the rarest Space ability at that.

But he'd been given the most garbage talent.

Hence this huge mess!

Originally, Jiang Nan figured getting kicked out was fine—being an ordinary person wasn't bad.

With arms and legs, even as an orphan, he could support himself.

But this accidentally acquired "Strongest Stall System" had gotten his hopes up.

"That Marrow Cleansing Fruit... I hope it actually works!"

As Jiang Nan thought this, he felt a cool sensation on his head...

Damn it, he'd forgotten he was bald!

That stupid Strength Potion was way too much of a scam.

"System, why does your description only list the effects? No side effects?"

"Aren't you screwing me over?"

[Don't sweat the small stuff!]

Jiang Nan: "Wang Defa?"

Knowing this system's usual tricks, that Marrow Cleansing Fruit probably has some side effects too...

Why overthink it? I'll just go home and try it out!

After riding for over half an hour, he arrived at a small alley on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

At the mouth of the alley was a barbecue stall, business booming with plenty of customers. Jiang Nan's stomach growled.

The auntie carrying trays called out, "Xiao Nan, just packing up? You must be hungry! Come, Aunt Zhou will get you a plate of fried noodles!"

Jiang Nan smiled and said, "No need, Aunt Zhou, I already ate out. Here's this month's rent, 2500. Sorry for being so late!"

Aunt Zhou took the rent: "Ah, it's not easy for you on your own, studying and running your stall..."

"And why'd you shave your head?"

Jiang Nan: "..."

"Heh, figured it'd be cooler in the summer..."

"Alright, you look sharp too!"

After a few more pleasantries, Jiang Nan hurried home in a rush. He wanted to test whether that Marrow Cleansing Spirit Fruit really worked!