After transmigrating to a world of martial arts, he became the city’s biggest good-for-nothing, stuck at the third level of Body Tempering. Just as a rich young master was humiliating him in public, the [Martial Arts Trait System] awakened. One glance at his opponent, and three traits popped up: [Spoiled Rich Kid], [Picks on the Weak], and [Unsteady Footwork]. One sweep at his ankle, and the rich kid hit the ground face-first in front of everyone. One more look, and he could even uncover which senior brother his opponent had a crush on. The System told him: You can steal other people’s traits.
Your opponent is arrogant? Steal that trait and equip it. Every time someone looks down on you, your attack power increases by 30%. Facing a monster king? Steal its pressure and crush everyone in battle. Your family has been wiped out? Your father has been crippled? No problem. I’ll steal your techniques, talent, and fortune until you have nothing left. Others cultivate bitterly for ten years; all I need is one trait stolen from you. At the citywide tournament, geniuses from every faction gather. He scans the crowd and quietly opens his trait vault. The one at the top, you there: I’m taking your secret technique first.
In a nutshell: You can look down on me, but don’t let me look at you twice.
