You’re Demolishing My Shop? I’ll Just Pull Out Xiang Yu’s Battle-Breaking Halberd

“Kid, sign the papers and get out now, or we’ll smash you and your shop to pieces!”

Dozens of armed thugs surrounded the little grocery store in a remote area. The arrogant real estate bully shouted that he would flatten the place.

Jiang Xian sighed. All he wanted was to lie flat and be a laid-back shopkeeper. With nowhere left to run, he reluctantly grabbed the rusty scrap of iron in the corner.

[Ding! You have come into contact with the belongings of an Eight Extremes Boxing master from the late Qing Dynasty. Peak martial arts memories will now be extracted automatically!]

The next moment, the air rang with a whoosh. Every thug hit the ground, wailing, while the bully was so frightened he wet himself.

From then on, this shabby grocery store became utterly out of control.

He touched a broken guitar with a snapped string, and a top-tier star begged him in tears to enter show business.

He touched a rusty scalpel, and a medical authority knelt before him in the middle of the night, begging to become his disciple.

He touched a buried fragment of bronze, and hidden power brokers from around the world rushed over on chartered planes, hoping just to wait outside the grocery store for a chance to meet him.

“Don’t make me get rough. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle what happens if I casually touch something!”