My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world Chapter 8 Trouble Finds Trouble

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"I'm like a strength-type awakened now," he said, grinning. "All this… just from a bunch of fruits!" I guess I need to go and find the one piece!! He says to himself jokingly.

Then he clenched his fists, eager to test his newfound strength.

"Alright! Ti to find soone to fight!"

Kent's eyes glead with excitent as he glanced outside. "Sowhere in town, there had to be soone to test my power on."

"Let's see what this body can do!"

The sun hung low in the sky as Kent strolled lazily through the quieter streets of town.

His hands were stuffed in his pants pockets, and a faint smirk lingered on his lips. He was literally waking like Dloflemingo.

"I've got strength now," Kent muttered to himself, "but it'd be a sha to let it go to waste. I need soone to test it on… preferably soone who deserves it."

The streets were nearly empty as the New Year celebrations wound down. Vendors packed up their stalls, and the sound of distant fireworks echoed faintly through the air.

Kent's boots crunched softly on the gravel road as he wandered aimlessly, whistling a little tune.

"OW!"

A stray cat hissed at him from atop a trash can. Kent stopped, turning his head. "Oh? You want to fight too?"

The cat stared him down, unimpressed.

Kent chuckled. "Relax. You're safe for now. I've got bigger fish to fry."

As he walked further into town, sothing caught his attention—a faint flicker of light in a dark alleyway. Kent squinted, his senses tingling.

"That looks familiar…" he whispered.

He crept closer and peeked around the corner. There, slumped against a wall and surrounded by faint embers, was the fire user Jack.

Oh, it's the sa guy who had tried to scam back at the house. Heh heh! Smirked 😏.

His clothes were dirty and torn, and faint flas flickered weakly around his hands.

"Well, well, well," Kent said aloud, stepping into the alley with an exaggerated clap. "If it isn't Mr. Candlelight himself!"

The fire user's head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes narrowing. "You… You again?!"

Kent grinned. "Yep, again. You look worse than the leftovers I ate last night. Are you trying to scam soone else, huh?"

99 Sp from jack. ( Frustration)

The fire user growled, stumbling to his feet. "I don't have ti for this!"

Kent raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you've got ti. Trust ."

The fire user roared and launched a fireball straight at Kent's chest.

"WHOOSH!

BOOM!"

The explosion lit up the alleyway, sending dust and debris flying. Smoke curled through the air as the fire user panted, a grin creeping onto his face.

"Hah! That's what you get, brat!"

But when the smoke cleared, Kent stood there completely unhard, brushing soot off his jacket.

"You're gonna need a bigger fire," Kent said casually, yawning.

Ding!

50 SP copied (Frustration).

The fire user's grin disappeared. "What the hell?!"

"Co on," Kent taunted, cracking his knuckles. "Don't disappoint ."

With an angry roar, the fire user summoned a barrage of fireballs, flinging them wildly.

"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!"

Kent weaved through the flas effortlessly, his enhanced physique allowing him to move with inhuman speed.

"Missed !" Kent teased, dodging left.

"Still missing!" he said, sidestepping another.

"Are you even aiming, or are you just hoping I'll stand still?"

Ding!

60 SP copied (Frustration).

The fire user scread, his flas flaring wildly. "I'll turn you into ash!"

Before Kent could finish the fight, a deep voice echoed from the shadows.

"Yo, Jack! Need a hand roasting this kid?"

Kent turned to see a massive man stepping forward, a tal bat slung over his shoulder. The guy was built like a truck, muscles bulging beneath his torn sleeves.

Kent sighed, scratching his head. "Great. You brought backup. What is this, a two-for-one deal?"

The bat-wielding guy sneered. "You're gonna regret ssing with us, brat."

Kent smirked. "Oh, I doubt that."

The fire user gathered flas in his hands while the bat-wielding man charged straight at Kent with a roar.

"SWOOSH!

WHOOSH!"

Kent ducked under the bat swing, narrowly avoiding a headshot. He spun around, delivering a kick to the man's side.

"THUD!"

The guy stumbled but didn't fall.

"Not bad," Kent muttered. "You're tougher than you look."

The fire user took the opportunity to launch another massive fireball.

"WHOOSH!

BOOM!"

Kent leapt aside, landing gracefully as the flas scorched the ground.

"Careful, Candle Guy! You almost burned your buddy there!"

The bat-wielder glared. "Shut up!"

With both n attacking, Kent shifted into high gear. He grabbed the bat mid-swing and yanked it out of the guy's hands effortlessly.

"Mine now," Kent said with a grin.

BONK!

He tapped the guy heavily on the head with the bat. The man's eyes rolled back as he collapsed onto the ground.

Ding!

75 SP copied (Desperation).

The fire user watched in horror as Kent turned his attention back to him. "Y-You freak!"

Kent tilted his head. "Freak? Nah. I'm just an egg seller who hates troublemakers."

The fire user unleashed his full power, flas surging into a blazing inferno.

"DIE!"

The fire roared forward, engulfing Kent completely.

Silence!

The fire user grinned victoriously. But then— WHOOSH!

The flas disappeared, and Kent stood there untouched, cracking his neck.

"Fire doesn't work on , buddy," Kent said. "I'm flaproof."

The fire user's jaw dropped. "W-What?!"

Kent dashed forward in an instant, delivering a series of blows:

WHAM! A punch to the gut.

THWACK! An elbow to the jaw.

CRACK! A kick to the chest sends the fire user sprawling.

The man groaned, completely defeated.

Kent dusted off his hands and looked down at the two unconscious troublemakers. "Well, that was fun."

He pulled out his phone, dialling the police anonymously. "Hello? Yeah, you'll find two idiots knocked out behind Central Alley. Enjoy the clean-up."

Before leaving, Kent scribbled a note on a piece of scrap paper and tucked it into the fire user's pocket.

Note:

"Caught these guys causing trouble. Courtesy of your friendly egg seller –."

Kent walked off into the night, whistling to himself.

Ding!

999 SP copied (Despair).