The Divine Heir

Kill The Weak Bastard

Head hurts. What happened just now? In the chaos, it took quite some time before Irving slowly woke up. There was a whizzing sound in his ears, as if someone was talking, but he couldn't hear the words clearly. Everything seemed to be hovering on the line of death. 

"The secret book is now unsealed. You are the chosen one. I hope you will live up to everyone's expectations and carry forward the art of health and treasure appraisal of your bloodline."

The voice slowly became clearer, which shocked Irving a little. "This…"

Just when Irving was feeling confused, Linard's majestic voice rang out again: "Why, weren't you very good at fighting just now? Why are you laying on the ground motionless now? Bah, you loser!"

"What...." Irving muttered silently under his breath, his body still motionless. 

"Get up quickly. Don't pretend to be dead here. I won't let you off this easily!" Linard looked at Irving's confused eyes and became even more angry. He felt that the person in front of him deserved a beating. 

Still, no movement from Irving.

"Okay, if you like to pretend, then we will gladly help you." Linard said harshly. "All of you, beat him until he is crippled."

Julion looked at his uncle's fierce expression, as if he really wanted to beat Irving to death, and couldn't help but feel nervous. "Uncle... we just came here to teach him a lesson. There is no need to get into a lawsuit. It's not easy to get away from the clutches of law."

"Your uncle is here, what are you afraid of? Beat me, all of you. Even if he dies, you have me behind you." But his uncle didn't listen at all and said fiercely. "Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is the brother of the mayor. Even if you beat someone to death, no need to worry at all."

When everyone heard what Linard said, their eyes suddenly shone brighter. Well, it was time to do some training then. They hadn't practiced with a living person for a long time.

Irving, who was paralyzed on the ground, frowned slightly when he heard what these people said and struggled to stand up.

"Hey, this kid finally moved. I already knew he was pretending to be dead!"

"Uncle has given us some power, so what are we afraid of? Just hit him!" Julion also smiled and took out a baseball bat from a corner, twisted his aching neck, and said with a ferocious expression: "Irving, you know, I have wanted to beat you for a long time. I really don’t know what courage, such a poor and weak person like you, have to survive in this world."

"Stop..." When Irving saw this, he instinctively moved back quickly. When he saw an antique vase next to him, he grabbed it and threw it towards Julion. The moment he touched the antique vase, something seemed to come into his mind, but he was too nervous to see clearly what flashed across his mind. "Please..."

"Go to hell!" Julion walked towards Irving with a fierce look on his face, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and swung it hard. The antique vase was smashed by to pieces, and the scattered debris hit Irving's face, cutting it in several places. Blood slowly flowed from his face.

When the guys saw this, they burst out laughing, and their voices were particularly harsh. 

"You are such a weak coward but still want to resist, what a joke!"

"He still has the strength to struggle. Do you know what that means?"

"That he's strong?"

"No. It means our attack is weak."

Irving listened to the words of the guys around him, took a deep breath and braced himself. He threw everything his hand could reach at the guys.

Regardless of whether they were antique vases, pots, or weird human sculptures, as long as he could get hold of them, they would all be thrown at these people.

But every time he touched an antique, whether it was pottery, porcelain or books, the identification information related to it would appear in his mind, which era it was from, where it was produced, and whether it was true or false, all of which were extremely accurate.

Alas, Linard was really unlucky. In such a big antique shop, less than one-tenth of the items were genuine.

Was this magic? Irving's eyes flashed with surprise. How could he explained that he just fainted and gained a skill that could only be possessed in fairy tales. This was simply too unreal. Surprised, but with this skill, he could become a fish in the water of the treasure appraisal market.

But the question came again. What was the use of having this magical ability if he couldn't even walk out of this antique shop alive? And based on Linard’s character, it was impossible to change where this story was heading.

What a sad life... Irving sighed deeply, with a look of despair in his eyes. It was like saving him from drowning and then pushing him off the cliff. What was the point of this kind of hope? It was better not to have it!

"Why are you still standing there? Get rid of him quickly before he destroys my store."

"No problem, uncle." Julion nodded, dark lights dancing in his eyes. He raised the bat in his hand, and hit Irving hard.

Feeling that his life was threatened, Irving body reacted instinctively, and his hands grabbed something on the side to block his head - a book.

Um? Old book...Greek...combat arts... The information poured into his mind. Irving subconsciously glanced at it. The cover of the book was already shabby, but he could still vaguely see the words "Pankration: The Greek Combat Arts".

Then suddenly, his eyes suddenly went black.

Pankration's moves suddenly appeared in his mind, as if they were engraved in his mind. A wave of power filled his mind, but his body was fatigued. He willed his body to obey him and the pain gradually lessened.

The surrounding air suddenly became colder, with Irving as the center. He stood up slowly, and looked at everything in front of him coldly. At the moment when the bat was about to hit him, he sidestepped and punched Julion inthe sternum before ending it with a savage uppercut. 

Just one minute later, all the guys were beaten until they were curled up on the ground, and the pain in their bodies made them unable to move at all.

This scene shocked Linard who was standing aside watching the show. He swallowed nervously, turned around and wanted to run away. Before he could move, Irving slapped him against the wall.

"You're a barbaric animal. How dare you hit me?" Linard suppressed the pain in his body and cursed loudly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of door opening, and a fashionably beautiful woman walked in. Looking at the scene in the antique shop, she couldn't help but frowned: "What's going on here?"

"Um...it's okay, nothing to worry about. It's just an interaction between employer and employees. There's no big problem whatsoever..." Linard stood up despite the pain in his body, talking happily, looking at the luxury goods on the woman, his eyes shining with excitement.

The look on his face immediately became friendly. In Linard's heart, nothing was more important than making money. He would entertain this noble lady well first, and after sending her away, he would come back to settle accounts with Irving.

"Madam, what kind of antiques are you interested in?" Linard said with a smile.

"Any genuine Sapphire water glass." The woman said calmly.

Linard was happy when he heard this, but he knew he was an ignorant dealer when talking about antique genuineness. "Madam, don't worry, all the goods in my store are genuine."

"Hey, your ability to tell lies with your eyes open is really unbelievable." A cold male voice suddenly sounded.