The New Martial Arts Teacher, an Elite Special Forces Soldier

The afternoon was for martial arts class.

Martial arts lessons combined two classes, so they were held in a large classroom.

Classes One and Two at Donghai No. 1 High School were the honors classes.

Naturally, the school devoted its best teaching resources to those two classes.

That was why Classes One and Two took martial arts together.

The afternoon bell had already rung, but the martial arts teacher had yet to arrive.

So the students from both classes started fooling around.

"Why isn't the martial arts teacher here yet?"

"I heard the school hired a new martial arts teacher. Maybe there's still something to prepare."

"We're getting a new martial arts teacher? What's their background?"

"I heard they're an awakened elite special forces soldier who just retired from the navy's amphibious assault forces," a student with insider connections revealed.

"The school's really going all out. They actually brought in an elite special forces soldier from the military."

Fang Yuan was listening to the students around him when he suddenly heard crunching beside his ear.

He turned to find "Beef Meatball" eating potato chips.

The guy's actual name was Niu Dazhi, and he ate snacks in class every day.

Teachers often reprimanded him, and every time, he humbly accepted their criticism and resolutely refused to change.

Fang Yuan reached over, took a chip, and popped it into his mouth.

He promptly received an "angry" look from Beef Meatball.

His rage points also increased by one.

Seeing his rage points increase, Fang Yuan couldn't help smiling. He reached over and popped another chip into his mouth.

This time, he received an "even angrier" look from Beef Meatball.

His rage points increased by two.

Fang Yuan smiled even more happily and reached over for more.

This time, Beef Meatball reacted swiftly and grabbed Fang Yuan's hand. "Fang Yuan, I hate people eating my snacks more than anything!" he said indignantly.

The guy was pretty strong.

A mischievous idea suddenly flashed through Fang Yuan's mind, and he decided to test Superpower Mimicry on Beef Meatball.

Ever since absorbing this ability from the triangular star core last night, he hadn't had a chance to use it. This was the perfect opportunity to try it out.

He channeled his star power to activate Superpower Mimicry, sending it into Beef Meatball's palm.

"Ow!"

Beef Meatball shuddered several times as though he'd been electrocuted, then asked even more angrily, "Why'd you shock me?"

Fang Yuan hadn't shocked him. This was the effect of Superpower Mimicry.

After the star power carrying Superpower Mimicry entered Beef Meatball's arm, it returned to Fang Yuan's body about a second later.

Seeing Beef Meatball's reaction, Fang Yuan wondered, Could Superpower Mimicry's effect be an electric shock?

But this current is way too weak.

Somewhat puzzled, Fang Yuan checked his stats panel and immediately spotted something unusual.

His other stats hadn't changed. Only the star slot trait entry was different.

[Star slot trait: Thick Skin Defense (mimicry)]

Fang Yuan immediately looked at Beef Meatball and asked, "I remember your superpower trait is Thick Skin Defense, right?"

"What's it to you?" Beef Meatball grew even angrier.

"I definitely remember right. Buzz Cut and the others always joke that your skin's thicker than a city wall. They're talking about your superpower trait." Fang Yuan's smile couldn't have been more smug.

Of course, Fang Yuan wasn't smiling to mock Beef Meatball, but because of his own Superpower Mimicry ability.

Superpower Mimicry actually mimicked other people's abilities.

Put simply, it copied skills.

This was absolutely a god-tier skill.

Seeing Fang Yuan grinning like a blooming flower, Beef Meatball went from angry to furious in an instant.

"Fang Yuan, I'm ending our friendship!"

Rage points +10.

"I don't think we've ever dated. How can you break up with me?"

Another rage points +10.

Beef Meatball was so angry that he crushed the chips in his hand, looking ready to throw himself at Fang Yuan and fight to the death.

Fang Yuan had gained rage points and tested Superpower Mimicry's effects. Continuing to treat Beef Meatball like this really would be going a little too far.

So he held up his phone and said, "One order of insanely spicy chicken wings. Truce?"

"Truce! Hurry up and order." Beef Meatball immediately put on a foodie's smile and leaned over, urging him to place the order.

Fang Yuan ordered two servings of chicken wings for delivery and made peace with Beef Meatball.

Beef Meatball immediately sneaked out and climbed onto the wall behind the school stadium to wait for the wings, like a branch of red apricot blossoms reaching over a wall. Unfortunately, he was too fat for there to be anything poetic about it.

The wings arrived quickly, since the shop was right next to the school.

After Beef Meatball brought the insanely spicy chicken wings back, he and Fang Yuan crouched at the back of the classroom and started gnawing on them.

Just then.

Several students carried over a square table and suggested, "Since the teacher isn't here yet, let's play a game. Arm wrestling. Loser buys drinks."

A muscular boy from Class One named Wu Kui put a case of cola on the square table and said, "Who dares take me on? One can of cola for every win."

No one stepped forward.

Wu Kui's muscles were practically bursting through his school uniform. One look was enough to tell that his strength stat was sky-high.

Wu Kui stared at the Class Two students and taunted, "Hey, is everyone in Class Two a coward?"

The boys in Class Two were all indignant, but none dared step forward after seeing Wu Kui's bulging muscles.

Beef Meatball finished an insanely spicy chicken wing and panted with his tongue out from the heat, eyeing Wu Kui's case of cola longingly.

He nudged Fang Yuan with his elbow and asked, "Aren't you really accurate at calculating other people's stats? How much strength does this guy have?"

Fang Yuan gave him a casual glance. "Fifteen points."

"You sure?" Beef Meatball immediately grew excited.

"Sure, certain, and absolutely positive."

Beef Meatball immediately rushed forward, set the remaining wings on the table, and said, "I'll take you on. I'll wager chicken wings. You in?"

"Niu Dazhi, with all that fat on you, even beating you wouldn't be an honorable victory." Wu Kui looked Beef Meatball up and down, clearly not taking him seriously.

"You looking down on me? I just ate my fill, so my strength's surging. Don't cry when you lose."

As he spoke, Beef Meatball rolled up his sleeve and planted his right elbow on the table, ready to arm wrestle.

Wu Kui curled his lip and clasped his hand.

The two began exerting their strength.

At first, Wu Kui hadn't taken Beef Meatball seriously at all, but once they started, he suddenly realized Beef Meatball was much stronger than he'd expected.

"How is your strength so high?" Wu Kui asked.

"Hehe, who told you having fat means you can't have muscles? There's nothing but muscle under my fat. That cola's mine! Hahaha..." Beef Meatball began pushing harder as he spoke, showing signs of gaining the upper hand over Wu Kui.

"In your dreams!"

Wu Kui roared, secretly activated his ability, and exerted a sudden burst of strength, slamming Beef Meatball's hand onto the table with a smack.

"Hand them over! Fatso, you actually thought you could take me on." Wu Kui snatched the chicken wings away.

Beef Meatball froze for a moment, then ran back to Fang Yuan, his face full of grief and indignation. "Didn't you say his strength was fifteen points? That's completely wrong!"

"It is fifteen points. Not a single point off," Fang Yuan said firmly.

"Bullshit! My strength's fifteen points too, and I just ate my fill. This is when my strength's at its most explosive. If he had fifteen strength, there's no way I'd lose to him!" Beef Meatball said indignantly.

"His ability is Strength Enhancement," Fang Yuan added.

Beef Meatball froze, then grew even more indignant. "He has Strength Enhancement? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask." Fang Yuan spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

Then he received a string of furious stares from Beef Meatball.

His rage points began rising again, +1, +1.

Although each increase was small, they continued for a long time and actually added up to quite a lot. His rage points had already reached 225.

With 225 rage points, he could add two stat points.

This ability really was as evil as a demon that fed on anger.

Fang Yuan watched his steadily increasing rage points with great satisfaction, considering how to allocate his points.

After serious, rigorous consideration, Fang Yuan arrived at the most correct way to allocate them: not allocating them.

That's right. Saving stat points was the ultimate stat allocation strategy of veteran expert gamers.