"Thud!"
With a crisp sound falling, the punching bag slightly moved backward by a centimeter.
Chen Yu: "..."
After a moment of silence, he slowly withdrew his fist, leaned forward, and carefully measured the distance the punching bag had moved on the floor.
That's right.
Just one centimeter...
Maybe that's even an overestimate.
"... screw this!" Chen Yu angrily kicked the punching bag.
"Thud——"
That kick had pushed it at least five centimeters.
"This damn thing can't be used in real combat!"
He was certain that at this moment he was about to explode with anger.
But the power he exerted obviously fell far short of the "superpower" level.
It wasn't even up to the standard of an amateur boxer.
"Do I really have to be in a desperate, severely injured state to see any results?"
"What the heck is the use of this 'superpower' then!"
Furious, he kicked the punching bag several more times, then lowered his head and began pacing around the room, his brain working at full capacity.
'The superpower is real.'
'It's definitely stronger than my normal strength.'
'But I still need to find a reliable method to use it.'
"..."
After a while, he suddenly had an inspiration, hurried back to his desk, and quickly typed a line into the search engine.
[Vocal Skill Assessment]
The screen flashed, and a new page appeared.
Chen Yu searched seriously for a moment and indeed found infuriating information.
(He really isn't that good, greatly overrated. His real singing skill is just at the level of a nightclub singer.)
(All kinds of voice editing in the studio, exposing flaws live.)
(Not comparable to professional singing streamers.)
(Indeed, the singing is average at best, but mainly the songs are too awful. Just blindly shouting to pretend he is awesome, in reality, just deceiving the uninitiated.)
(You kidding? Wasn't he ousted from the market?)
"Bang!"
A punch down, and the computer desk cracked.
[Xialuo Assessment]
(His Qi Li is okay, the rest, all trash.)
(Boosted by capital, what did you expect?)
(Yapping away, singing most importantly requires conveying emotion and clear articulation. On these basic skills, he's unqualified.)
(Professional musician passing by, Xialuo had heavy editing afterwards. Mainly sustained by his fan clubs. Not comparable to the new generation of scientifically trained singers.)
(It's only fair to say why the Chinese music industry hasn't developed much over the years.)
(Those who like Xialuo, to be fair, really have low music taste.)
(Can't even compete with other celebrities in terms of popularity.)
Chen Yu: "..."
(Need to hype up the Iron King too? Would he be this popular if nothing unusual happened?)
(Doesn't even deserve to carry shoes.)
(If you remove the idol effect, his abilities and honors wouldn't be in the top twenty in the league history. Without Big Shark, what is he really?)
(Isn't he even more rootless than Adu?)
(Ancient era's defensive intensity, really, any blue-collar could guard him. He's just a league-created star.)
[Who is the real king of football?]
(Hahaha, killed me, there's actually someone saying Messi? That level, tsk tsk.)
(C also counting upwards? Every star from last century would beat him hands down.)
[Moon Wanderer Evaluation]
(Saw both movies, only fair to say that Red River Champion rightfully deserves the title.)
[How to assess D station?]
[Is it that hard to acknowledge someone else's strengths? Foreigners just have better genetics...]
[Young people can't earn money, only their generation to blame...]
[Umeboshi is just way better than any romantic smart device...]
[Save my child, please shut down online games...]
[Fans of online novels are all pure nerds, aren't they?]
[Parents just want the best for you...]
[Isn't it natural for men to cheat...]
[Calling mobile games actual games? Laughable...]
[...]
Clutching the "clicking" mouse, Chen Yu scowled as he browsed through news about bullying, urban management, property management, and child trafficking.
Then he felt a flame igniting fiercely within his chest.
"Crack!"
After crushing the mouse, he stepped in front of the punching bag, allowing his rage to swell, continuously recalling those negative tidbits.
The intention to kill gradually surfaced in his eyes.
"Damn it!"
"Boom!"
Half a second later, a ferocious punch was thrown with anger!
The force was so great that even the glass hummed vibrantly!
The nearly 200kg heavy punching bag also tumbled to the ground, sliding far across the floor and hitting the wall, causing a large chunk of plaster to fall off!
This level of strength, unleashed in a scientifically dubious way using "upper limbs," was clearly beyond the limit of a normal human man...
"..."
"..."
Chen Yu: "..."
The rage gradually dissipated.
He calmed down for a moment, looked down at his own fist bleeding profusely and his twisted wrist, and then at the punching bag on the floor.
He suddenly realized.
"So this superpower is for beating up online trolls."
"..."
"..."
"...But why the hell am I getting hurt too?!"
...
Time.
Just like a girl's first period, it always comes hastily and leaves just as quickly.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
The chunky neighbor, finally released from administrative detention by the police station, dragged his weary body back home. As he was about to lie down for a bit, he saw Chen Yu lying on his bed.
He was immediately taken aback.
"...What the?!"
"Hmm." Chen Yu groggily woke up, saw that it was his neighbor, yawned, and mumbled, "Morning. Yeah."
"Why are you sleeping in my house?"
Getting up and slinging his plaster-wrapped right arm, Chen Yu, with sleepy eyes, replied, "Your place has a computer, makes training...easier."
"Training? Training what?"
"Ah. Nothing much."
Without further explanation, Chen Yu got out of bed, massaged his swollen face, then stepped forward and removed the neighbor's hat.
He discovered that the neighbor's title had successfully reverted from [Not to Be Underestimated] to [Good-for-Nothing Otaku] during the days in detention.
"Well done. I knew it, when it comes to giving up, nobody does it better than you."
Ignoring the increasingly sour look on his neighbor's face, Chen Yu patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Congratulations on being released. Come on, today we start anew! Fight on! Let's shake off that [Good-for-Nothing Otaku] title again!"
"Thump!"
A loud noise followed.
The chunky neighbor immediately knelt before Chen Yu, fiercely banging his head three times!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Big brother!"
"Big boss!"
"Dad!"
"Ancestor!"
With tears rolling down, the chunky neighbor pleaded, "I'm begging you, please leave me alone."
...