Your Wife is Fierce

Ma Shanfeng has decent aptitude and a good family background. He has just broken through to the middle stage of the first rank and has a strength of 1200 jin.

But Huang Bingbing's power increased to five times its normal level, which was something he couldn't contend with.

Moreover, she was a vicious woman with extremely cruel methods.

She used her power to intimidate him, smashing the Miao sword on the mountain peak with her left hand while aiming her right hand at his groin with her short gun.

Ma Shanfeng was thrown ten meters away, lying on the ground with his legs curled up, screaming in agony.

A hint of barely concealed excitement flashed across Huang Bingbing's face.

"Who told you to ambush me? Anyone who ambushes me deserves to be a eunuch."

Everyone was stunned. Ye Rou hadn't expected this scheming green tea to be so vicious. She went up and slapped Huang Bingbing across the face.

Huang Bingbing glared at her fiercely, and Ye Rou slapped her again.

"You're not convinced, are you? It's just a friendly sparring match; why did you have to come out on top of the other person?"

"In friendly sparring, one assumes full responsibility for any injuries or fatalities."

Ye Rou glared at Yang Ding, "I really don't know why you brought her to Class B."

Yang Ding also walked over and slapped Huang Bingbing twice hard.

"From this day forward, I don't want you as my dog ​​of an apprentice anymore."

Huang Bingbing has never suffered such humiliation.

Touching her swollen face, she secretly vowed that one day she would castrate Yang Ding and kill Ye Rou.

If it weren't for her third brother instructing her to get close to Yang Ding and investigate the true identity of the Dragon Guard, she would have killed him right now.

Yang Ding pulled his wife aside.

"A mad dog has its uses, and besides, she has a special status. If I don't promote her, I might not be able to promote myself."

"And what's with that Sun Li? Are you not satisfied with me and Sister Jing? Are you planning to find a third one?"

"So she was jealous. She and Huang Bingbing are in the same group."

"What combination?"

"The Crazy and Shameless Duo".

"Pfft!" Ye Rou almost burst out laughing. "You have such a sharp tongue. But remember this: I can help you marry a second wife, but I cannot accept you having affairs outside the marriage that affect the trust between husband and wife."

She had her classmates take Squad Leader Ma to the infirmary, while she stood with her hands on her hips, scanning the students, and finally glaring coldly at Huang Bingbing.

"I have a bad temper, so you'd better remember what I say, or you won't just get slapped next time."

"Students are allowed to compete and spar, but no one is allowed to hurt each other. Otherwise, how will you maintain trust when you go on missions in the future?"

"Especially if anyone hurts my husband, even if I lose this instructor position, even if I'm arrested and imprisoned by the law enforcement team, I will retaliate tenfold and beat you to death."

The students thought Instructor Ye was going to uphold justice for Squad Leader Ma, but they didn't expect her to be so protective of her husband.

Huang Bingbing moved closer to Yang Ding.

"Your wife truly loves you."

"So you'd better take it easy."

"Hmph, I wonder if she still likes you after you become a eunuch."

"You can give it a try."

Once this little poisonous woman is no longer of any use, Yang Ding plans to kill her.

Ye Rou's close combat course does not teach cultivation techniques, but mainly teaches strategies for circulating true qi in close combat to eliminate opponents with minimal loss of power.

She was still wearing her usual sportswear, but her stomach was slightly protruding.

Yang Ding and his classmates sat on the ground, listening to his wife's eloquent lecture. Suddenly, he felt that she was incredibly charming and wanted to take her to the classroom and give her a good scolding.

"The difference in punching power between a fifth-grade upper realm cultivator and a sixth-grade lower realm cultivator is six times. The higher the grade, the greater the multiplier. The difference in physical enhancement is also greater, making the hope of defeating someone of a higher level extremely slim."

"The only chance of winning is close combat. Otherwise, once you run out of energy, your weapon won't even be able to pierce his skin if he stands still. That's why people who fight from above don't like close combat."

"This is a martial arts philosophy. Victory or defeat is not absolutely measured by one's level of skill; the technique is also very important."

Mao Jian quickly raised his hand, "Instructor Ye, in close combat, the opponent is stronger and faster. If I get punched, I'll be dead."

"You think you won't die if you don't engage in close combat? Do you even understand what 'the only chance of victory' means?"

Mao Jian stuck out his tongue.

"Brother Ding, your wife is so fierce. She's only gentle with you."

Yang Ding thought more deeply than Mao Jian. His wife was known for her close combat skills. Would she like to challenge experts? If so, wouldn't she easily die in the northern borderlands?

"Yang Ding, what are you thinking about? Tell me," Ye Rou called out.

The students all looked at Yang Ding, eager to see how he would interact with the instructor's wife.

"Instructor Ye, let's talk about this when we get home."

"whispering sound!"

The students almost simultaneously voiced this opinion: it's really inappropriate to publicly display affection.

Ye Rou, hands on her hips, said, "What's with the 'tch'? He's my husband. Can't I tutor him alone tonight?"

"But you can't flirt in public, how can we stand it?" someone replied.

"Who's flirting?"

Yang Ding quickly stopped him, "Alright, Instructor Ye, stop arguing with them and focus on the lesson."

"Okay, honey."

Ye Rou's answer was so clever that everyone screamed.

"Tch, I can't stand it, I can't attend this class."

With his instructor's wife backing him up and the powerful and ruthless Bingbing as his henchman, Yang Ding had already become the class bully of Class B22 before he even made a move.

After Ye Rou left after class, he calmly sat in the class monitor's seat, while Mao Jian went to the podium to make an announcement.

"From today onwards, the class monitor and captain of Class 22 will be Ding Ge, who will lead everyone to glory."

This is why Yang Ding brought his team; the task of bestowing the imperial robe upon someone else definitely needs to be done by someone else.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Mao Jian tapped the table.

"Why is everyone so quiet? Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

Just then, Ma Shanfeng, who had just returned from the infirmary, limped in.

He stood next to Yang Ding. "Why are you sitting in my seat?"

"Really? Is this your spot?"

Yang Ding was about to stand up when he said, "I'll give it to you."

Mao Jian slammed a big shovel down on Ma Shanfeng's head.

"Are you blind? From now on, this is my position, and he is the class monitor."

"Do the classmates agree?" Ma Shanfeng asked, unconvinced.

"Bingbing agreed."

Huang Bingbing tapped her two guns together, coldly staring at Ma Shanfeng, who was so frightened that he quickly grabbed his schoolbag and left.

Yang Ding pulled him back, saying, "You're the class monitor, I'll give it to you."

Ma Shanfeng shook off his hand, "From now on, you're the class monitor of Class B22, and you'll be in charge of solving problems and troubles."

"Then you won't be polite."

Yang Ding sat down with a swagger.

Mao Jian was a little excited; the power struggle was simpler than he had imagined.

"It feels so good to be the boss."

"Since this world believes in the law of the jungle, then we should make good use of it and not be polite."

Huang Bingbing leaned closer and said, "Since you like being the boss so much, how about I introduce you to a high-paying job?"

"What kind of job?"

"Agree first, and I'll tell you later."

Yang Ding already knew her identity and didn't want to reveal the truth about Poison Sting.

The earth-elemental expert in the Ghost Cave is probably S-rank; even Ye Rou is no match for him.

"We'll talk about it later. Let's go eat at the Class B canteen first and get a good seat."