My Pick Up Artist System

Soul crank after soul crank. When Ben couldn't finish his opponents with traditional submissions, he spammed his special move, and like that, the corpses piled up.

However, those were the lucky ones.

When he ran into opponents who bullied him hard the prior week, Ben made sure to give them special treatment. Instead of finishing them with a soul crank, he gained top-position and showed them another technique he was adept in--the faceslap.

Not a metaphorical one though, literal faceslaps...

As he repositioned himself, he delivered them by "accident," over and over...until they tapped to avoid more shame…

Such was the revenge of a poison dragon. As for offending people? Ben didn't care! He didn't worry about them seeking payback. At this point, not only was he more skilled than them in BJJ, but he still had a nuke in his arsenal for backup. So if they wanted to get back at him, he wouldn't mind c*ck punching them to Cambodia…

Plus, there was nothing unethical about this. This was an MMA gym and trash-talking was allowed. On top of that, he only went hard on people who targeted him first. If a skilled but good-mannered opponent rolled with him, Ben would hold back on them like a gentleman. Yes, he would still soul crank them to death…

After though, he'd apologize and tell them he had Tourette's.

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Aggression was Ben's stance now. It was the effect of high masculinity; doing what he wanted and making the world bend to his will, and that's why he could be so ruthless today, compared to how passive he was when he first received the system.

As a result, not long later, as Ben looked around the beginner's class, everyone now kept their distance from him, making him feel invincible. Proud, Ben nodded. 'Just call me One-Slap Man…'

It wasn't only the Soul Crank that led to his victory though. He'd made a massive leap in skill, which was logical considering all the work he put in. During the week, when he didn't have classes at university or work, Ben attended every beginner's class he could. With the improved recovery effect from the multiplier, his body didn't even become exhausted, allowing him to train non-stop every day.

This schedule was far beyond that of a pro fighter, let alone a standard white belt. On average, students went to two or three sessions per week. The serious ones would go to five. Meanwhile, Ben's number of classes for the week, approached 20! In addition, when there were no classes at the MMA gym and nothing urgent to do, he even studied videos online of BJJ techniques.

Of course, this sped-up approach also contained flaws. Unlike academics where he'd get far through textbook learning, martial arts like BJJ were far more complicated. They comprised not only of knowledge, but also application. With a 100x multiplier, when Ben viewed a move, he would understand the intricacies with perfection. This was knowledge.

Then, when he practiced it, the muscle memory developed in an instant. This was application.

Yet, no matter how much he studied and practiced, seven days wasn't enough time to view all the BJJ techniques and variations a blue belt knew, let alone experience everything with his body.

As such, Ben couldn't avoid having holes in his game. Although he could beat these white belts, he was still helpless against experienced practitioners at higher tiers, and there happened to be one in the room who wasn't too happy with Ben's sudden breakout. Calling him over, Valentina volunteered to give Ben a personal review of his growth. Of course, this was just her telling him to know his dog role... 

Though in her words, as the teacher, she said it was her duty to humble him, by choking him into submission multiple times...

This would teach him magnanimity, and to never touch the melons at the downstairs bodega...

Ben couldn't resist either. The difference in their technique levels was apparent right away. It was so massive that he didn't even get a chance to launch a soul attack. An arm either covered his mouth or wrapped his neck within seconds, leaving him with few opportunities to speak. On top of that, he feared launching an insult against that this crazy woman would just lead to her using it as an excuse to dislocate his joints.

So, with that result settled, Ben accepted his role as second on the totem pole. However, it was enough. 

Soon, the class ended and everyone hit the locker room, changing out of their dirty gis as they prepared to leave. Since his multiplier expired, Ben also decided to end it at one class today, planning to go home and give his mind a rest from BJJ. Yet, although he wanted to move on, others did not!

With showers running in the background, the white belt students congregated by the tan-colored lockers. It was then that some of them glanced at Ben with unwillingness in their eyes, pondering a certain scheme... The reason was...they weren't convinced! How could they be?

Ben was young, short, and only started training last week. Meanwhile, they were all much larger, older, and more experienced. So how could they accept losing like that? The reality was that they couldn't! 

Yet, there was no doubt Ben was a talent in BJJ. After all, him submitting them wasn't a fluke that happened once or twice. No, everyone saw it; He beat them all up!

Even so, they weren't discouraged, because there was BJJ, and then there were other areas of competence.

'No one's perfect brat. You're about to learn your limits.' 

'He burned me earlier, but so what? I'll teach this kid what it means to be a real man.'

'Even if you're good at BJJ, it doesn't matter. You're what, 5'6? A little guy like you should know your place.'

Exchanging eye contact, the guys opposite Ben in the locker room all realized they were thinking the same thing. At that moment, they faced Ben, and glared at him in provocation, as they launched their attack!

They dropped their towels!

...

In their minds, this was the true measure of a man…weiner-weight…

However, seeing this out of the corner of his eye, Ben sneered, because the truth was, he'd already expected this!

Turning to them, Ben spread a wicked grin. 'Oh, you made a big mistake today, boys... Never underestimate an MC because of his low energy reading!'

Boom! The floor shook from the strike of cotton! Ben dropped towel as well!

...

In that instant, all those guys' eyes bulged in this quasi-gay scene…

…

Ben's thick beast let them know his short height didn't run in the family…

No, his little brother had grown up getting plenty of calcium…from the system.

In addition, Ben wasn't a grower, but a shower!

It was a hidden passive boost from the Dick Dan Pill!

And with that passive boosting his base stats, it proved too much for the opponents.

'I give up…'

'I admit my inferiority…'

'Are you not even gonna let us live?!?'

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*Author's Note: I wanted to make the title d*ckspickable counterattack but I didn't want to spoil it.