Why is it so fierce?

Ye Rou and Yang Ding hadn't finished their dinner when Mao Jian knocked on the door.

Ye Rou opened the door and asked irritably, "Who are you? Don't you know it's lunchtime?"

Mao Jian turned pale with fright. "Instructor Ye, I came to find your husband to practice martial arts."

"Honey, do you know him?"

Yang Ding nodded. "I met him last night. His mother is your colleague and she's also taking an exam at the end of the month."

"Go practice by yourself. My husband will be here after he finishes eating. Don't knock on my door anymore, it'll disrupt our dinner time."

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry to bother you."

Frightened, Mao Jian turned and ran away.

Yang Ding didn't quite understand. "Wife, why are you being so fierce?"

"I don't like people knocking on my door. When my sister lived here before, she was harassed by suitors every day, which made us so angry that we went to the principal's office to complain several times."

"My wife's value is still increasing."

"That's true, so Mr. Yang should eat his fill and hurry up to practice his punches, so that he'll be worthy of his 24K pure gold wife."

"I promise I'll train to 450 today. Honey, get some rest. We'll go for our prenatal checkup tomorrow."

Yang Ding's boasting grew louder and louder, but his cultivation speed did indeed exceed Ye Rou's expectations, so she did not discourage her husband's confidence.

This at least shows that my husband is more ambitious than the average person, and his talent may be better than I imagined.

She had new expectations for Yang Ding, such as that he could reach the second rank of cultivation and get a group leader position in the law enforcement team with a monthly salary of up to 30,000.

When the children grow up, they can still have someone to rely on in the local area.

Ye Rou quickly finished her meal and then channeled more of her inner energy into Yang Ding.

"Honey, go practice. I'll do the dishes and housework."

"Give me a kiss as encouragement."

Ye Rou pecked him on the cheek, "Go on, go on."

Yang Ding hooked his arm around her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her hard on the lips.

"That's what real intimacy is!"

【Affection Level: 12%↑, +0.3%】

[Cultivation Progress: 12.4%↑, +0.3%]

Yang Ding had already left, but Ye Rou was still standing there, her pretty face flushed.

Getting married feels pretty good.

Pregnancy makes people more sensitive; even a kiss on the lips can be a bit much.

I wonder if my sister has found a man she likes and married him on the northern frontier.

On the rooftop, Mao Jian was being scolded by his mother.

"You're useless, just as stupid as your father. There are only ten days left until the monthly exam, and you can't even weigh 460 pounds. Don't go to sleep tonight until you reach 500 pounds."

"Mom, can I go practice with my friends?"

Mao's mother glanced at Yang Ding and said, "What are you training with him for? He's only been training for a few days, and he probably doesn't even have the strength to throw a punch of 300 pounds."

"Mom, he has 360 or 370."

"What a load of crap! He's only been practicing for a few days. You're not talented, and you're even lazier than others. You'll never get to eat shit in the future. How did I give birth to such a good-for-nothing son like you?"

Mao Jian's mother was large and fleshy, and she didn't look like a kind person.

When she's angry, everyone around her can feel her volatile aura.

"Who said I didn't?" Yang Ding asked.

Mao Jian's mother sneered and pointed at the force measuring device.

"You try punching me, I don't believe you're more talented than my son."

Yang Ding walked over and, without saying a word, punched a 452-pound man.

Mao Jian's mother was stunned on the spot.

"Holy crap, you've awakened?"

"I don't know, I don't feel anything, it doesn't matter. Maybe my wife's energy is purer and easier to absorb. She never scolds me, she encourages me while giving birth to my child."

"Therefore, I am full of energy and practice boxing very diligently."

Mao Jian looked at his mother, who was beaming with joy, and asked, "Mom, can I practice boxing with him?"

"Alright, learn from him and ask him how to circulate your qi. Ye Rou is best at that."

"Okay, Mom, you should go and rest now."

After his mother left, Mao Jian instantly became lively again.

He was an optimist by nature and was fine with being a technician on the farm, but his parents wanted him to work in the law enforcement team.

His mother, in particular, who had high hopes for him, was putting so much pressure on him that he could hardly breathe.

"Let's start practicing."

Yang Ding had other ideas. He had heard last night that this guy had been practicing the "Half-Step Collapse Fist" for two years, so he wanted to find him to spar with a few times.

Because Xiang Bin also practices this set of boxing techniques, which emphasizes power over internal energy, making it suitable for martial artists with poor talent to practice relentlessly.

"Once your strength level is sufficient, what about your melee combat skills?"

"I'm confident in close combat. My brother beats me up every day. He has a lot of combat experience in the law enforcement team, so he definitely has an advantage over the noobs."

"How about this, if you can beat me in a real fight, I'll tell you my wife's exclusive energy cultivation method."

"Really?"

Mao Jian immediately got excited, rolled up his sleeves, and unleashed a set of half-step Bengquan punches at Yang Ding.

Yang Ding used a slick, serpentine movement to skillfully dodge the three-hit combo and widen the distance between them.

"You son of a bitch, you have no sportsmanship, you actually resorted to sneak attacks."

"You actually managed to dodge it, kid."

Mao Jian was shocked.

His mother told him that the Half-Step Bengquan (a type of fist technique) was powerful but not long-lasting.

If you miss your opponent with three punches, you might get hit yourself; a sneak attack increases the probability of a decisive victory.

Unfortunately, it didn't work on Yang Ding.

Besides her true qi pulse, Ye Rou's second most powerful weapon in close-combat spear fighting is her footwork.

A sudden pulse of true qi can instantly circulate true qi to the feet, increasing footwork agility. It sounds easy, but to do it with ease in combat is extremely difficult.

Yang Ding was also doing this move for the first time in a real fight, and he didn't expect it to be so effective.

He drew his black gold sword. "Come on."

Mao Jian objected, "Wait, using this black gold sword against my bare fists is a bit much."

Yang Ding was just trying to scare him and cover up his marksmanship.

"That's true, there's no need for sparring. I can at least use my fingers as a sword."

Mao Jian felt a surge of smugness. "Hehe, don't blame me if I break your hand later."

Yang Ding tossed the sword aside. "I'm not as sleazy as you. Come on."

Mao Jian used another set of Bengquan moves, still the same three basic attacks.

However, Yang Ding did not dodge this time; he wanted to test the effectiveness of his finger gun in actual combat.

He first used a flicking motion, using only two fingers to deflect all three of Mao Jian's punches.

Then came a thrusting motion, striking Mao Jian's chest like an acupuncture point.

Mao Jian clutched his chest, his face pale and his expression pained, and he knelt down with a thud.

Holy crap, Yang Ding was terrified.

He only used his first-grade lower realm cultivation level just now, did he accidentally kill this guy?

This guy is too fragile; he hasn't even used his true qi pulse yet.

"Mao Jian, should we call an ambulance?"

Mao Jian suddenly opened his mouth and took several desperate breaths before he came to his senses.

"What kind of finger technique are you using? Why are you so fierce? My body has been tempered, you know!"