Your Husband Has a Bright Future

"It's your turn to get old..."

Xiang Tianyou raised his axe over his head and brought down the eleventh blow.

Yang Ding unleashed a sweeping sword technique, repeatedly striking the hands that were gripping the axe handle.

The practice of the "sweeping sword style" involves using the high-frequency tapping of the sword tip to its fullest extent, creating a dazzling display like countless stars. When attacking, it dazzles the enemy, and when defending, it leaves no opening.

Xiang Tianyou wanted to retreat, but it was too late. He would either have all ten fingers cut off or let go to avoid it.

Clang!

The battle axe landed.

He reacted very quickly, bending down to pick it up.

Yang Ding is faster.

The sword slammed into the back of his head, knocking Xiang Tianyou to the ground.

Yang Ding controlled the force of his strike to the level of a first-grade lower realm cultivator, but 800 jin of force was still enough to give Xiang Tianyou a hard time.

Xiang Tianyou was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, cursing and swearing.

He tried to spring up and fight back, but Yang Ding struck him on the head with his sword, slamming him back to the ground.

"Ah, you fucking..."

He huddled on the ground, covering his head, only daring to peek out, looking like an old tortoise, utterly pathetic.

"Okay, stop, Yang Ding won," the counselor shouted.

"Okay, counselor."

Yang Ding answered verbally, but his eyes were fixed on Xiang Tianyou.

Even if it's just a friendly sparring session during breaks, he won't accept being tricked by anyone.

If it were a life-or-death struggle, Xiang Tianyou would have already been chopped into mincemeat by now, receiving ten more blows.

He, Yang Ding, is determined to become the number one Yin Bi of the Jinglong Empire.

As expected, Xiang Tianyou did not actually admit defeat. Instead, he rolled on the ground, thinking that this would allow him to create distance and get up.

Just as he was about to get up, Yang Ding struck him down with his sword.

Xiang Tianyou could only keep rolling, while Yang Ding relentlessly pursued him, slapping him with his sword like a monkey.

No matter how he rolled around, Yang Ding followed him like a shadow.

Before he knew it, the third sword struck him hard in the face, causing blood to splatter from his nose.

After this was repeated five times, Xiang Tianyou was completely stunned and couldn't roll over at all.

"The counselor told you to stop, but you still kept chasing after me and hitting me."

"You tried to ambush me? Do you think I wouldn't chase after you and beat you up?"

Yang Ding's fighting style is not very damaging, but extremely insulting.

Everyone was stunned. No wonder he was the husband trained by the genius girl.

They can easily defeat regular awakened beings.

Mao Jian pointed at Huang Bingbing, "This is my good buddy."

"Hmph, so what if he's your good buddy? He has a beautiful wife, do you?" Huang Bingbing mocked.

"If you want to compete with him for first place later, he'll avenge me and beat you to a pulp, you bitch."

Huang Bingbing ignored Mao Jian and instead stared at Yang Ding with a look of great interest.

"You're an interesting guy."

The close combat instructor, who had just recovered from his shock, rushed over and grabbed Yang Ding's hand.

"Stop it. His aunt is the discipline director, much more powerful than your wife. Take it easy."

The counselor was also still shaken. He admired Yang Ding and Xiang Tianyou's fighting spirit and ruthlessness; without that drive, it would be difficult to become a true martial artist.

He was afraid because both of them had powerful backers, and if either of them caused trouble in class, he, as the counselor, would be in deep trouble.

He pulled out three hostages and asked, "Huang Bingbing, are you still going to hit her?"

Before Huang Bingbing could answer, Yang Ding laughed and said, "She'd swindle 1,500 yuan from someone for a single Qi-Nourishing Pill, how could she possibly part with these three sex tickets?"

Huang Bingbing winked at him. "What, you still want to avenge your brother?"

Yang Ding nodded. "That's right, you can have these three hostages, but you have to let us shoot you."

"I'm a girl, you're a man."

"I just like hitting girls."

Huang Bingbing gave a flirtatious laugh, "I didn't know you were so tough. How do you manage to live off a woman? Do you have a gun?"

The male classmates, all of whom were married, immediately understood the meaning of the sentence and burst into laughter.

But everyone was also moved by Yang Ding's loyalty in standing up for his friends, and they looked at him with higher regard.

"You're so sexy," Yang Ding replied.

The counselor was speechless. "That's enough, that's enough. Why are you flirting like this? The close combat instructor and I are right here."

Huang Bingbing put away her dual pistols. "Counselor, I don't want these three hostages anymore."

The counselor also breathed a sigh of relief; he could tell that Huang Bingbing was no ordinary person.

"Alright, I hereby officially announce that Yang Ding is the champion of this week's test. He will be awarded three meat tickets for the Class A canteen. Let's give him a round of applause."

There was thunderous applause.

Everyone admired Yang Ding. How could an ordinary person who hadn't awakened his powers have such a fast cultivation speed? They figured that if they tried their best, they wouldn't be any worse off.

Xiang Tianyou got up from the ground, his head still buzzing, his face swollen like a pig's head.

This applause should have belonged to him.

Seeing the counselor and close-combat instructor sign the evaluation form, he went over and asked, "Counselor, isn't this competition supposed to be random? Why do we need to register?"

"It's random, but an evaluation report still needs to be submitted to the school. Otherwise, would I personally pay for three sex tickets? Those three tickets would cost five thousand yuan."

"Then what's the point of this assessment?"

"When we go down into the cave, we might need to choose a team leader. There are six thousand people in the two classes, Class C and Class D, so someone has to lead them."

"Captain, you didn't mention this before."

"The close combat instructor and I originally wanted to choose you as the captain, but things might change now."

The counselor brought up the very thing that Xiang Tianyou didn't want to talk about, which really made Xiang Tianyou anxious.

"What benefits does the captain get?" Mao Jian asked.

"Leading the whole class to complete the task, the team leader may be promoted directly to Class B at any time."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Tianyou gritted his teeth in anger and pointed at Yang Ding, shouting, "I was careless today. I won't lose again in next week's test. I must be the captain of Class 2, Grade 2!"

"You can be the captain of Class C2, but you'll never be able to beat me in the future," Yang Ding replied, no longer the cowardly girl he was during the monthly exam.

We'll see.

Yang Ding handed Huang Bingbing a hostage, saying, "Now you're even with my brother."

Huang Bingbing took the hostage and took Yang Ding's hand, saying, "Brother Ding, you're too awesome. How about I become your little sister from now on?"

Yang Ding shook off her hand, "I don't like sluts."

This touched Mao Jian deeply. A single meat ticket cost over a thousand yuan on the market, no cheaper than a Peiyuan pill.

"Xiao Yang, you're such a good friend. If my brother Mao becomes successful in the future, he will never forget you."

"I just couldn't bear to see you get yelled at like a dog by your mother."

Upon hearing this, Mao Jian was even more moved.

He had just hit his head and broken it, but he was worried about being scolded by his mother if he asked her for money.

He didn't want to be a mama's boy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do anything well and could only rely on his mother's subsidies.

"From now on, you'll be my brother. Only you understand me."

The close combat instructors pointed out the problems that arose during the battle to everyone.

The counselor then took the test forms to the grade leader to report.

Ye Rou and Fang Jing were idly chatting in the office about what to have for lunch.

The counselor casually remarked, "Congratulations, Instructor Ye."

Ye Rou thought he knew she was pregnant, so she looked down at her stomach and said, "I'm not showing that quickly, am I?"

The counselor looked bewildered. "I meant your husband got first place in the class in this week's test. He has a bright future ahead of him."

"That can't be right."

Ye Rou and Fang Jing replied almost simultaneously.