12: Chapter 12 A slap that sent him flying!

"Add all points!"

Su Ming focused his mind.

198.65 mass points were dumped in all at once.

Boom!

A heat flow, far more massive than the last time, exploded from the deepest part of his body and instantly washed through his limbs and bones!

Bones, muscles, fascia...

Every cell in his body was trembling, compressing, and reorganizing under the infusion of this heat flow.

Deep within his bones, it was no longer the faint "creaking" sound.

Instead, it was a dull thud like steel bars being forcibly twisted together, becoming heavy and dense inch by inch.

The numbers on the panel jumped frantically.

[ True Mass: 94.72 kg ... 150kg ... 220kg ... 293.37 kg! ]

[ Promotion Progress: 29.337%! ]

Finally, when everything settled, Su Ming's True Mass steadied at 293.37 kilograms!

Nearly three hundred kilograms!

Su Ming slowly stood up, and the concrete floor beneath his feet emitted a slight, overburdened groan.

He moved his neck, and a dull, crisp sound came from his joints.

His physique was still that of a slender youth, standing at 1.85 meters tall.

But looking closely, his originally thin shoulders were now supported by thin layers of muscle.

They had gained some solid definition, allowing him to break free from that frail feeling of the past.

He tried clenching his fist, and his finger bones were as hard as if he were holding two lumps of iron.

He swung a punch forward casually, and the fist tip actually tore through the air, producing a dull sonic boom!

"Hoo—"

A sharp light flashed in Su Ming's eyes.

Based on the physical limits of an ordinary D-rank Enhancement Type awakener, the power of a single punch would be at least at the D-rank mid-stage level.

And this was just pure mass suppression, without counting any combat techniques.

His mass was still growing at a rate of one percent every day.

What is the concept of 293 kilograms?

The weight of an adult brown bear!

At the same volume, the density of a normal person is around 1000.

His current density was already approaching 4000, between aluminum and titanium alloy.

It felt like these were no longer values that a carbon-based life form should have.

The puny punches of a D-rank awakener probably couldn't even scratch his skin.

Su Ming pulled up his pant leg and scraped his calf hard with his fingernail.

Not even a red mark was left on the skin's surface.

He pinched the inside of his thigh hard, which was one of the most tender parts of human skin.

A slight stinging sensation.

But with this amount of force, he could easily snap a steel bar with his bare hands.

If he were in his past life, he would be a real-life Superman.

Zhao Kuo, you brat, just you wait!

Su Ming glanced at the mattress rolled up in the corner and simply sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor.

With a weight of three hundred kilograms, that broken bed from before would have collapsed even if he didn't crush it.

"Forget it."

Su Ming clapped his hands and closed his eyes to sleep.

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next morning, Su Ming was woken up by a violent pounding on the door.

"Su Ming! You little brat! Get out here!!"

A woman's scream came from outside the door; it was the landlady of this building, a fat woman weighing two hundred pounds.

Su Ming blinked while lying on the floor.

The landlady's speed in collecting rent was always more punctual than an ambulance.

He got up, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

Standing outside was a short, fat, middle-aged woman with permed hair, clutching a bunch of keys in her hand, her face full of malice.

Behind her were two riffraff-looking youths.

One was a skinny guy with dyed yellow hair, smoking a cigarette, with a frivolous look in his eyes.

The other was a sturdy man with a square face; the size of his arms showed at a glance that he was no ordinary person.

Su Ming glanced at them.

The yellow-haired guy was an ordinary person.

The square-faced guy was interesting; his aura was heavy, likely a low-rank Enhancement Type.

Heh, so what if he's awakened?

Being a dog for people like this, what's the difference from before he was awakened? It's all just selling the cheapest labor.

Fortunately, he had the system.

This commotion attracted many neighbors in the hallway who were peeking out.

They hid behind their door cracks, whispering, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at Su Ming.

The fat auntie shrieked and tried to barge into the room.

"I heard your orphan subsidy has been completely stopped! Not a single cent of those eight hundred dollars is left! What will you use to pay the rent? Huh?"

Her voice traveled throughout the entire corridor: "If you don't have money to pay the rent today, pack your bedding and get out!"

Before she finished speaking, she was the first to be stunned.

The room was empty.

A mattress, a few clothes, a washbasin.

The iron-frame bed was gone.

"Where is my bed?!"

The fat auntie's voice rose by eight octaves; she turned around abruptly and glared fiercely at Su Ming.

"Did you sell my bed?!"

Su Ming's mouth twitched; he didn't know how to explain it—should he say he ate it?

"The three-hundred deposit is non-refundable! And compensate me another five hundred! That bed weighed over ten kilograms, it was an heirloom passed down to me!"

The fat auntie stood with her hands on her hips, blocking the door, spittle flying everywhere.

"Living in my house, selling my bed, and your subsidy is stopped! Are you planning to stiff me on the rent?"

Su Ming wiped the spit off his face.

"Auntie, by the end of the month..."

"Don't give me that 'end of the month' crap!"

The fat auntie waved her hand and gestured to the two people outside the door.

"If the money isn't in my hands today, you get out!"

Several heads poked out into the hallway.

"Sigh, I heard that child awakened a trash talent..."

"He offended a rich second-generation, and even his subsidy was stopped; isn't this trying to kill him?"

"You know how Auntie Fat is, she doesn't recognize anyone..."

The whispers were full of sympathy, but no one dared to step forward.

"Kid, did you hear that? Sister Wang told you to get out, so hurry up and pack."

The yellow-haired thug sneered and stepped into the room, reaching out to grab Su Ming's collar.

The neighbors let out a sigh, as if they had already foreseen the miserable outcome of the youth being swept out the door.

However, Su Ming didn't dodge or evade, his eyes cold, letting that greasy hand grab his collar.

The yellow-haired guy exerted force suddenly, trying to pull the slender youth down.

The next second, the sneer on his face froze.

He didn't budge him!?

The yellow-haired guy was stunned and exerted force again.

Su Ming stood there, his feet as if they had grown into the floorboards; let alone being pulled, he didn't even sway.

An ordinary person wanting to pull nearly six hundred pounds of heavy objects?

Those who don't believe it can go try pulling a refrigerator.

The smile on the yellow-haired guy's face completely solidified.

Su Ming gave his shoulder a light shake.

A heavy counter-shock force came, and the yellow-haired guy's right hand, which was exerting force, shook violently.

His wrist felt like it had been viciously twisted by an iron door, emitting a crisp sound.

"Ah!!"

The yellow-haired guy screamed and retreated several steps, clutching his wrist, his face turning pale from the pain.

The neighbors outside the door widened their eyes.

What happened?

This yellow-haired guy looked arrogant, but turned out to be a paper tiger?

"You trash, you dare to fight back?"

The square-faced man walked in from the door.

Although he didn't see how the yellow-haired guy got injured, he was not on the same level as the yellow-haired guy; he was a legitimate Black Iron Rank martial artist.

He had awakened the [Arm Strength Magnification] talent and could be considered a fighter in this area.

He took a pair of refined steel brass knuckles from his pocket and nimbly put them on his right fist, his eyes fierce.

"Kid, I gave you face, didn't I?"

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his center of gravity, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged.

The refined steel brass knuckles, carrying a dull whistling sound, slammed directly toward Su Ming's chest.

This punch was enough to smash through a brick wall!

He wanted to cripple this ungrateful kid in one blow!

Facing this punch from a Black Iron Rank martial artist, Su Ming still didn't dodge.

He didn't even change his posture.

Bang!!!

The fist slammed solidly into the center of Su Ming's sternum.

The sound was dull.

The scene of shattered bones and vomiting blood while flying backward that he had expected did not appear.

The square-faced man's expression went through three stages in an instant!

Fierce, stunned, fearful.

The feedback from his wrist was wrong; it was too hard!

It was simply not the sensation that flesh and blood should have!

Is this f*cking a human?

His entire right arm was numb!

Su Ming remained motionless.

He just looked down at his school uniform; fortunately, it wasn't torn.

Immediately, his gaze landed on the square-faced man's face, which had already started to turn pale.

"Is that it?"

Su Ming raised his right hand.

Very casually, like shooing away a fly, he slapped over.

He didn't use much force.

But with nearly three hundred kilograms of True Mass, even a casual swing—acceleration multiplied by mass.

Slap!

A slap sound that was crisp to the extreme!

That one-hundred-eighty-pound Bald Man, as if hit head-on by a high-speed truck, flew out sideways!

He crashed heavily into the wall across the corridor, making a loud noise, and a piece of the wall plaster fell off.

Then he slid down the wall to the ground, his left cheek swollen high, blood from the corner of his mouth dripping down his chin.

The whole scene was dead silent.

The neighbors outside the door opened their mouths wide one by one, their eyeballs almost popping out.

The yellow-haired guy's legs went soft, and he collapsed against the door frame.

Su Ming shook his hand and turned to look at the fat landlady who was already scared silly.

The fat landlady's entire body of fat was trembling; watching Su Ming walk over step by step, her legs went soft, and she collapsed onto the ground.

"You... what are you doing?!"

"Murder! Help!!"

Su Ming stopped in front of her, looking down at her from above.

"According to the contract, I should stay until the end of the month. Within seven days, if you dare to kick my door again..."

He paused, a smile appearing on his face that made everyone's hair stand on end.

"...Then you can only go to the underworld to be a landlady; let's see if the King of Hell will pay you a deposit."

Between the fat auntie's legs, a wave of warmth spread down her pant leg, expanding into a small dark water stain on the concrete floor.

A pungent smell filled the corridor.

Su Ming was expressionless, and with a "bang," he closed the door.

The outside was quiet for three seconds, and then the sound of the fat auntie scrambling down the stairs, as well as the yellow-haired guy dragging the half-dead square-faced man fleeing for his life, followed.

In the corridor, the onlookers retreated in unison, looking at that tightly closed door, their eyes no longer holding a shred of sympathy, only awe.

Su Ming leaned against the door panel and shook his right hand.

He really hadn't used force on that slap just now, otherwise the thug's cervical spine would have snapped on the spot.

In this world, he finally had the ability to protect himself.

Su Ming was very happy.

He summoned the panel again and glanced at today's passive growth.

True Mass: 296.3 kg.

After adding points and sleeping last night, the one percent daily growth rate had taken effect, increasing by nearly three kilograms overnight.

It would break three hundred tomorrow.

Su Ming turned off the panel, shook the dust off the mattress, and laid it out again.

He went out to work.

When going downstairs, the whole building was surprisingly quiet.

The uncles and aunties who usually chatted in the hallway were nowhere to be seen today.

Su Ming's mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't care.

He strode toward the Xinghuo Scrap Processing Plant.

Today, it was time to eat the second big meal!