A boss-worthy stat panel

"A Lv.1 Awakener's average stat is only 14.3? Doesn't that make Wu Kui's 18 Strength pretty insane?"

"It really is."

"Why aren't you talking about Fang Yuan? His hand didn't move the whole time. That's even crazier, okay?"

"Wait a second. Fang Yuan's martial arts grades have always been near the bottom. How could his Strength be that high?"

During the last Star Power test, Fang Yuan had tested as having an unknown trait, which had drawn quite a bit of attention.

As a result, many students in Class Two had seen Fang Yuan's stats.

A Class Two student said in confusion, "I saw Fang Yuan's stats during the last Star Power test. I remember he only had 14 Strength. How could 14 Strength hold out against 18?"

"He didn't really cheat, did he?"

"How do you cheat at arm wrestling? Would Wu Kui go easy on him?"

Wu Kui didn't believe Fang Yuan was stronger than him either. "You cheated, didn't you?" he asked suspiciously.

"How do you cheat at arm wrestling? Teach me," Fang Yuan said with a chuckle.

"Of course you can cheat."

At that moment, Li Weilian stepped forward and continued, "For example, there's an ability called 'Limb Stiffening.' Once you use it, your body becomes like it's been filled with cement. No one can budge it. Your test showed an unknown trait. Who knows if you have a similar ability?"

"That's right. I know about that 'Limb Stiffening' ability. A friend of mine has it. Once he uses it, even an iron hammer can't make a dent."

"That's what you think?"

Fang Yuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, used "Superpower Mimicry" to copy Wu Kui's Strength Enhancement ability, then activated Strength Enhancement and slammed Wu Kui's hand onto the table with a smack.

Wu Kui's eyes went wide with disbelief. He couldn't understand how he had lost.

Fang Yuan shot Li Weilian a sidelong glance and asked, "What ability would I use to cheat like that, then?"

Having been slapped in the face on the spot, Li Weilian's expression darkened.

Fang Yuan immediately received 20 Rage Points.

The students around them began whispering. "What's up with Fang Yuan? Did he take the wrong medicine? How'd he suddenly get so fierce?"

"Something's off. His martial arts grades used to be near the bottom."

No one could make sense of it.

Fang Yuan reached over and pulled the case of cola toward himself, chuckling. "Then I'll gladly accept this case of fat otaku happy water."

Then he harvested another 20 Rage Points from Wu Kui's furious glare.

These Rage Points were far too easy to earn.

Fang Yuan took a bottle of cola from the case and tossed it to Beef Meatball.

Then he tapped the table and said, "Drinks are here. One can for everyone in Class Two. Everyone gets one."

"Really?"

"Of course. Class One's treating us. Remember to thank them when you drink it."

Wu Kui felt an urge to cough up blood and contributed another 10 Rage Points to Fang Yuan.

The Class Two students came up to get their cola.

Beef Meatball was delighted this time. Holding down the case, he said, "Don't grab! Don't grab! One bottle each. No taking extras."

Fang Yuan watched the Rage Points on his stat panel. They stopped increasing once they reached 305.

He felt there was still potential to tap among the Class One students.

So he tapped the table with a cola can and said, "Hey! Anyone else in Class One dare to arm wrestle me? I'm asking you-who else?"

As soon as he said that,

Class One erupted.

They all started shouting.

"What did you say? I dare you to say that again!"

"Fang Yuan, don't get so cocky! You're a bottom feeder in martial arts!"

"You'd better not run into me in the end-of-term combat exam, or I'll make you pay."

Fang Yuan watched waves of rage surge toward him as his Rage Points shot up.

Beef Meatball chimed in beside him, "You were so arrogant when you challenged our class earlier. Why are you chickening out now?"

Earlier, Class One had mocked Class Two so badly that they couldn't even hold their heads up.

Now that the tables had turned, how could they pass up a chance for revenge?

So the Class Two boys went into group-taunt mode. "Where'd all that arrogance go? Can't beat us, so you're all talk now, huh?"

The Class One boys couldn't swallow that insult. They all turned to Li Weilian and said, "Young Master Li, Class One's honor rests on you. You're the only one in our class with A-rank potential."

Li Weilian maintained his gentlemanly composure, his expression indifferent, and turned to glance at Han Youwei.

Han Youwei had already taken off her earphones, but she hadn't joined the argument between the two classes. She simply stood in the crowd, watching her classmates bicker.

An arrogant smile curled Li Weilian's lips. He walked up to Fang Yuan and said, "I never thought the day would come when I'd personally compete against you. You should remember this date, because this is the closest you'll ever come to me. It's the first time, and it'll be the last. Only something as utterly lacking in skill as arm wrestling could narrow the gap between us."

Fang Yuan focused and examined his stat panel.

Name: Li Weilian

Star Power level: Lv.2

Stats: Strength ???, Agility ???, Constitution 17, Spirit ???

Superpower Trait: ???

Star Slot Trait: ???

Skills: ???

Apart from his Star Power level and Constitution, every other value was a string of question marks.

This was practically a boss's stat panel.

Although he couldn't see the other stats, he could still infer some useful information from Li Weilian's 17 Constitution.

Of the four stats-Strength, Agility, Constitution, and Spirit-only Constitution was displayed.

That meant Constitution was the lowest of the four.

In other words, his Strength, Agility, and Spirit were all above 17.

More importantly, his Star Power level had already reached Lv.2.

Li Weilian was a prominent figure at Donghai No. 1 High School, and stories about him had always circulated in class.

So Fang Yuan knew he had only advanced to Lv.2 that summer.

In other words, he hadn't been at Lv.2 for long.

The Strength limit for a Lv.1 Awakener was 20.

Most Awakeners couldn't reach 20 Strength at Lv.1.

That meant that even if Li Weilian's current Strength had reached 20, it wouldn't exceed it by much.

"Is your Strength over 20?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Scared?" Li Weilian curled his lips into an arrogant smile.

"Scared you'll lose." Fang Yuan gave him a harmless smile, rolled up his sleeve, and planted his arm on the table.

An arrogant, faintly contemptuous smile curled Li Weilian's lips. Unhurriedly, he took a white glove from his suit pocket, shook it out, and put it on his right hand before reaching out to clasp Fang Yuan's hand.

Once they were ready, they stared into each other's eyes, neither in a hurry to exert force.

The students from both classes began cheering.

"Go, Li Weilian! Go, Li Weilian!"

"Li Weilian is such a gentleman. He even wears a glove to arm wrestle."

Most of them were cheering for Li Weilian.

After all, he was the young scion of a wealthy Donghai family and one of only two students at Donghai No. 1 High School with A-rank potential.

If they hadn't been at school, where they had to maintain some reserve, some girls might have shouted, "Go, hubby!"

With Li Weilian's talent and family background, he was practically the ideal national husband in the eyes of some girls at Donghai No. 1 High School.