I'm afraid of being mistakenly hurt

Yang Ding found a secluded corner, used two fingers as a spear, and frantically practiced Ye Rou's Soul-Severing Spear Technique.

The "Shaking, Thrusting, and Blocking Three Styles" may seem simple, but it contains the most basic close-range offense and defense techniques.

As long as you master these three moves, combined with your own cultivation, you can be invincible in the martial arts academy.

The instantaneous true qi pulse technique, invented using the principles of gun fighting, is a unique creation of the genius girl Ye Rou, and it is difficult for ordinary people to master at will.

The moment Yang Ding thrust his two fingers into the wall, all his true energy rushed to his fingertips. With a muffled thud, a black hole the thickness of two fingers was punched into the concrete wall.

In that instant, the force of a punch of two thousand pounds was amplified tenfold.

Even if you encounter a fourth-rank martial artist, as long as you can release a pulse at close range, you can kill them with one blow.

Just as Yang Ding was fully focused on his cultivation, a huge head emerged from behind the wall.

"Dude, are you practicing your finger techniques?"

Yang Ding quickly withdrew his two fingers and realized that this guy was the son of the female boxing instructor from earlier.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mao Jian, and I am a rice technician at Xinyang Farm."

"I was practicing swordsmanship, not finger techniques. I just forgot to bring my sword and was too lazy to go down and get it."

"I knew it. Who would be stupid enough to practice finger techniques? To make two fingers harder than a high-grade sword, you'd have to be at least a ninth-rank master."

"I'm just a noob, I'll never reach the ninth rank," Yang Ding replied.

"Then we're a perfect match. You're that Instructor Ye's husband, right?"

Yang Ding didn't find it strange; the Ye sisters were school beauties, and everyone in the school knew that.

Ye Rou became even more famous after marrying him; now the entire Jiangling City probably knows her.

"I need to practice my skills. What do you need?"

"Hehe, we're all newbies. Let's be friends. It'll be good to have someone to look after us when we get into the martial arts academy. My mom is a boxing instructor, my dad works in the admissions office, and my brother is influential in the law enforcement team. Our family backgrounds aren't much worse than yours."

Seeing that Mao Jian had a kind face and was somewhat similar to Hu Feng in temperament, Yang Ding nodded and said, "My name is Yang Ding. Please give me your guidance."

"I'm 20 years old this year. If you're kind enough, you can call me Brother Mao."

"Sorry, I'm not going to give you that kind of face, Mao Jian."

"..."

Marrying Instructor Ye certainly gives him something to be arrogant about. Mao Jian didn't argue with Yang Ding. "Are you a student in the pig farming department now?"

"Yes, I'm just waiting for the monthly exam to change my fate."

"Me too, me too. You guys are going to the Jiangling breeding farm to help out at the end of the month, right? Be careful."

"What's wrong?" Yang Ding asked quickly.

"My brother told me that the farm has been frequently attacked by unidentified beasts recently, resulting in injuries and deaths among both people and pigs."

"Isn't the enforcement team doing anything?"

Mao Jian spread his hands, "Those things seem to dig into the soil and drag the pigs into their burrows, making them very difficult to eradicate completely."

Yang Ding immediately had a wicked idea: wouldn't it be a good opportunity to shove the counselor into the hole?

"Thanks for the reminder, buddy. With so many people from our pig farming department going to help, the law enforcement team should be able to protect us, right?"

"The enforcement team has been very busy lately. I think the reason for expanding the number of low-level martial artists is related to the fact that the enforcement team is short-handed."

Yang Ding nodded, and then pretended to practice his punches with Mao Jian a few times.

Mao Jian has been training for a year and a half. With his parents' best efforts, his current punching strength is 450 jin. With some effort, he should be able to reach 500 jin.

But now the threshold is very likely to be raised to 600 jin, so he will have to continue to increase the dosage of medicine and training.

If he fails, his parents will have wasted over 100,000 yuan, and he has five younger siblings.

Seeing that Yang Ding's punch only weighed 380 jin, Mao Jian shook his head and sighed.

"You're even worse than me. It would take you at least a year to go from 380 to 600 pounds."

"What if I awaken?"

"You awakened so late, and your talent is just as bad as mine, you're useless."

"What if my wife is channeling my inner energy into me at the same time I awaken?"

Mao Jian's lips twitched. "Instructor Ye is a genius girl. Her true energy is extremely pure. There is indeed a slight possibility."

"I think it's highly likely."

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he slammed his fist on the force gauge, and the red number quickly climbed up to 408 jin (approximately 204 catties).

"Holy crap, he gained 28 pounds with just one punch! He really has genius-level internal energy."

"Good luck, see you at the Martial Arts Academy."

Yang Ding took the force gauge home, where Ye Rou and Fang Jing were chatting in the living room.

Ye Rou's fair little ears twitched.

"Sister Jing, he's almost home. Please don't tell him that it's okay to do it during pregnancy, otherwise his mind will be on me and he won't be able to practice."

"You are truly a model of hoping your husband will succeed," Fang Jing said with a smile.

Ye Rou touched her firm little belly and said, "Sigh, I don't think he can become a dragon. After I leave Jiangling, I just hope he can protect himself and the child."

Yang Ding pushed the door open and came in. "Wife, wife, I've reached the 400-pound weight limit. Sister Jing is here too."

Ye Rou glanced at her watch. "Honey, you've only been practicing for an hour."

"He must be missing his wife, haha," Fang Jing joked.

"See for yourself."

Yang Ding casually tossed the force gauge over, and Ye Rou easily caught it. Upon closer inspection, she was both surprised and delighted.

"Honey, you're really talented! You haven't actually awakened your full potential, have you?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm sure I'll pass the martial arts monthly exam anyway."

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Your husband is better than I imagined, and he's becoming more and more pleasing to the eye," Fang Jing said with a smile.

"I also realized that you don't need fame and fortune to make a living, and my income is enough for two people to live on."

Does your sister know you're married?

"I sent her a message, but haven't received a reply yet. She's probably out of the country on a mission."

Fang Jing propped her head up and said, "You're so lucky, you got pregnant in just a few days and you'll be able to join the Northern Alliance in a year and a half. I don't know when I'll be able to join."

Ye Rou sighed, offering no reply and showing none of her previous excitement.

Since becoming pregnant, she seems to value her family more and is less willing to lend her husband to her best friend for conception.

Yang Ding came out wearing only shorts. "Wife, where are my pajamas?"

"It's in my room, I'll go get it."

After Ye Rou got up and went back to her room, Fang Jing looked at his muscular upper body and felt a pang of guilt, so she quickly turned her head away.

She hadn't been with a man for a year since her husband went to the front lines in the North.

Thinking of her husband, she felt a pang of sadness and stood up, calling out, "Rou, I'm going home."

"Jing-jie, I'm pregnant and can't sleep with Mr. Yang. Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Never mind, I'm afraid of getting caught in the crossfire."

"What accidental injury?"

Ye Rou didn't understand, but the experienced driver Yang Ding did.

This pretty woman, Fang Jing, is a type of girl with contrasting traits; she appears cold on the surface but is extremely free-spirited inside.

As she walked past Yang Ding, she quickly held her breath, afraid that the smell of a man would make her overthink and affect her sleep that night.

But Yang Ding was very polite, seeing her to the door and saying, "Take care, Sister Jing!"

"Okay, take good care of Rou."

Fang Jing immediately lost her composure as soon as she opened her mouth.

Manliness is wonderful.