My Pick Up Artist System

In the middle of grappling against a much larger opponent in the beginner's BJJ class, Ben launched his special technique and caused the big guy to lose his focus, at which point—Ben pounced!

Pushing the guy off balance, Ben was able to secure a dominant position. When the white belt regained awareness, he was staring in shock, still trying to get his head around what happened. 'I'm the last boss people have to fight at Burger King?"

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He took a sucker punch straight to the soul...

As for what was Ben's special technique? What else? Cursing at people!

He'd activated his title!

[Poison Dragon(fine): Your verbal insults carry a little bonus soul damage in proportion to each insult's effectiveness on the target]

The soul damage didn't cause physical harm, but along with the insult itself, it was enough to stun the opponent, and in the middle of a match, it gave Ben the advantage!

In a dominant position now, he attempted to advance on the husky-fat man. Yet, experienced and powerful, the big guy defended well, until Ben launched another salvo. "BJJ is healthy exercise, don't you think?"

Lying under Ben, the opponent wasn't sure where he was going with this. "Y-yea."

"Yea, I'd say you need it. I bet when you eat a fruit, you get a standing ovation from your organs."

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When the big man's mind blanked once again, Ben used the chance to advance, reaching an even more dominant position right on top of the guy, mounting him. When the opponent realized what happened, his face turned livid. He then tried to buck Ben off like a wild horse. Yet, Ben didn't budge, only waiting for the guy below to gas himself out, after which he attacked with submissions, attempting to finish the man.

However, the opponent wasn't easy to submit, defending well at each opportunity. So, realizing it'd be difficult to finish him with traditional methods, Ben once again launched a soul attack.

"What are you doing?" The big guy's expression became strange, because Ben was patting his stomach.

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"Huh? Oh, nothing. I got a little hungry...and you seem like the type of dude to keep candies in his belly button."

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The guy's teeth rattled.… The soul damage was piling on now, but understanding what Ben was doing by this point, he turtled up, bringing his arms to his neck to protect from chokes and joint-locks.

Ben didn't mind though. He just kept attacking. "What do you do for a living? You seem like a hacker that only breaks into refrigerators."

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The man's face turned green.

"Didn't I see you in the deleted scenes of Honey Boo Boo?

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The man's fat cheeks started jiggling...

"You look like if diabetes was a person."

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

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"Huh?" Ben's eyes widened, because despite not having attempted a submission, the opponent tapped out! He quit!

"Get off me!" The big guy yelled with a pale face.

Whuninjuredtood up, the husky-fat man rushed out of the room. His joints were fine, and he was uninjured. Yet, when he glanced back at Ben as he ran out the door, his expression showed absolute horror! At this point, he was suffering a migraine, and worst of all, he felt like he'd lost a piece of himself! 'I'm done!'

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This was the terror of soul damage! With perfectly-crafted insults, a poison dragon could melt anything its breath touched with concentrated toxicity!

Seeing the man flee in fear, Ben showed an evil grin, because he'd perfected it—his finishing technique. It wasn't a choke, nor a joint lock, but it was the deadliest submission of all—a soul attack! Hammering on the opponent's soul from a dominant position where they couldn't resist!

The technique was underhanded, vicious, and shameless, reaching 100% synchronicity with Ben's personality...

It was perfection, and he named this move…The Soul Crank!

The other white belts who'd watched this all go down squinted in confusion. Ben was whispering his lines so they didn't hear what he said. All they saw was one of the strongest white belts in the gym give up out of nowhere and escape like he'd ran into the devil or his ex-wife...

However, that only fueled them more. How could they let a complete rookie embarrass them like that?

The big guy left, but a new one took his place, a muscular man with scars on his face and a pronounced facial structure. He looked tough, like he'd been in a few fights before. Still, what did Ben care about that? He was a white belt just the same. So when they started rolling and Ben ran into a bottleneck, Ben unleashed his soul attacks! "Hey, you working later today?"

The guy blinked. "Working?"

"Yea, didn't I see you selling Che Guevara shirts at the AA meeting?"

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Ben passed into a better position, and a little while later, when he ran into new resistance… "Hey, can I get your autograph after this?"

"Autograph? For what?"

"Didn't you give a Ted talk on making prison wine?"

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After that, it became a one-sided barrage.

"You look like a pastry chef in a meth lab."

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"You look like Suge Knight's side-piece."

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"You look like Gay Leno."

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

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Like that, another white belt ran out of the gym, rubbing his head and wishing he could rub his heart...

Seeing this happen a second time, the expressions of the onlookers became even weirder. Yet, Ben waited for a new challenger. He knew it wouldn't be the end, because he understood there were always mindless doubters no matter what one did. If that wasn't the case, then most web novels writers would be out of a job...

So after that, it was a succession of new opponents, who all took a Duolingo class in Ben's dragon language...

"I bet when your son finished high school, your graduation present for him was a puka shell necklace..."

*Tap* *Tap*

"You look like the dude on the sports team that slaps his own ass after a good play…"

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

"You seem like the type of dude to buy a used fleshlight…"

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

"Your face is so weird, I bet the whole world would fake a virus just to make you wear a mask…"

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