While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Yang Ding was very worried, but there was nothing he could do. Ye Rou had a fiery temper and a chivalrous spirit.

He picked up a bottle of beer and retreated to a corner.

"Jing-jie, does my sister-in-law also like to fight?"

Fang Jing shook her head. "Ye Ke is quiet, frighteningly quiet. Ye Rou is like her father; every cell in her body is designed for battle."

"When the Queen visited Jiangling University, the martial arts grandmaster who accompanied her personally tested Ye Rou. The grandmaster asserted that her close combat talent far surpassed that of her father. Ye Rou was only ten years old at the time."

"Brother-in-law, I think your wife's close combat talent was honed from fighting since she was a child. My dad said that the more dangerous the environment, the more her fighting potential is unleashed."

"What a troublesome woman."

Ye Rou stood on someone else's table, glared at by eight fierce-looking, burly men, but felt no fear whatsoever.

Team Leader Jiang was only a metal-type ability user and did not want to participate in close combat, so he was frightened and quickly retreated to a corner.

The burly man called Brother Zhao threw Sun Li away and looked at Ye Rou's slightly protruding belly.

"A pregnant woman dares to be so arrogant? Does she think I won't dare to hit her?"

Ye Rou sneered, "You don't need to hold back, and I won't either. Dare to mock my husband, I'll smash your mouth in."

The bartender got angry and shouted, "Close combat only, no external energy projection allowed. You can pay for the furniture you break, but if you destroy the bar, you can't afford to pay for it. Our boss will skin you alive."

The DJ, not content with just stirring things up, not only didn't stop, but also changed the music to a faster tempo and turned the volume up to the maximum.

Fighting is one of the most exciting and stress-relieving cultural activities in the club.

The community club didn't originally have this culture; it was brought back from the North by wounded retired veterans from the law enforcement agency.

"superior!"

As the two burly men stood up, Ye Rou jumped off the table, causing the beer bottles on the table to shake and bounce.

She did a 180-degree spin in mid-air, then launched herself into a spinning kick, sending two bottles flying toward the faces of the two men.

The bottle shattered into powder, and the powerful impact sent the two men flying more than ten meters away.

Because the force was applied to his head, he immediately fell unconscious.

As Ye Rou fell, she delivered a side kick that sent Brother Zhao flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

She then used the momentum to do a backflip and landed steadily outside the encirclement.

Upon landing, he didn't forget to perform a set of fluid Bajiquan Liangyi Ding movements.

These ancient boxing manuals, left over from before the great catastrophe, had long been forgotten, but Ye Rou was very interested in them.

She had mastered all the ancient books left by her parents by the age of eight.

She fused ancient human martial arts with true qi, creating her own unique fighting style.

Ye Rou held a defensive stance with her right fist and gently stroked her stomach with her left hand.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Mommy will teach you how to fight bad guys."

After saying that, she blew Yang Ding a kiss.

"Honey, watch my playing style carefully!"

Fang Jing immediately understood.

"Your first wife is always thinking of you; she's teaching you how to take on multiple opponents with your bare hands."

However, Ye Rou and Yang Ding have completely different styles.

She is upright and honest, and prefers to rely on her own abilities.

Yang Ding, on the other hand, used the guise of public protection to kill in secret, and after the killings, no one knew that he was the one who did it.

So far, Ye Rou has taken down three opponents with just one leap and landing motion, all within a second or two.

She was too fast, incredibly fast, and incredibly elegant, radiating the ultimate aesthetics of combat.

On this point, Yang Ding felt he might never reach that level.

Ye Rou's impressive close-combat talent lies in her powerful ability to distribute her true energy without any loss.

Even when fighting against a martial artist of a higher level, she can use this talent to deplete her opponent's true energy to a level lower than her own, and then find an opportunity to counterattack.

Just like how she manages money, she doesn't seem stingy, but she never spends money recklessly, and her bank account balance always keeps increasing.

Looking at his confident and stunningly beautiful wife, Yang Ding couldn't describe the love he felt for her at that moment. He just wanted to take her back and consummate the marriage on the spot.

Brother Zhao's cultivation level was not low, and Ye Rou did not kill him, so his injuries were not serious, but he felt extremely humiliated.

He rolled over, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Ye Rou.

"This pregnant woman is a pro. Let's all work together and get our face back."

Brother Zhao dared not hold back any longer and, with all his might, led five strong men to charge towards Ye Rou.

Ye Rou once again demonstrated her combat wisdom.

She picked up a marble table and slammed it at the four men behind her, slowing down their attack.

Then he charged at Brother Zhao and confronted him head-on.

Brother Zhao unleashed a powerful half-step collapsing fist.

Just as the two were about to collide, Ye Rou lowered her center of gravity, slid to the side to dodge the frontal punch, and slapped Brother Zhao on the back of the head.

This is an insult, a blatant act of malicious humiliation!

Brother Zhao was furious and unleashed a powerful back kick with a force of no less than 30,000 jin.

If that kick lands, Ye Rou will lose her baby.

Ye Rou easily blocked with her left arm, and then struck Zhao Laoge's ribs with her right elbow.

Brother Zhao landed on the marble table, smashing it to pieces.

He clutched his broken ribs, his face contorted in pain.

At this point, the fire is out of control.

Suddenly, he pulled a black dagger from his boot, preparing to ambush Ye Rou.

"Brother Zhao, are you alright?"

Yang Ding suddenly appeared behind him, and his friendly smile dispelled Zhao Laoge's guard.

Because the lights were blinding and Zhao Ge was dizzy from the beating, he didn't immediately recognize Yang Ding.

Who are you?

"I'm Team Leader Jiang's junior."

"Then why the hell aren't you going to do it?"

"Alright!"

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he suddenly hooked his right arm around Yang Ding's neck and executed a rear-naked choke.

Even for high-level martial artists, once a rear naked choke is established, they are like grasshoppers in autumn.

"Click... What the hell are you doing to me?"

Brother Zhao was still in a daze, because Yang Ding's smile was still on his face, and his goodwill was still strong.

He desperately pounded on Yang Ding's arm and struggled violently.

Even with all his strength, he couldn't pry Yang Ding's arm off.

"Who the hell are you?"

Brother Zhao felt a suffocating sensation he had never experienced before.

"Brother Zhao, don't be impulsive. We are all compatriots, and we should work together to create a better future for humanity."

Yang Ding had a very loud voice, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't hear his love for humanity.

He had been thinking about how to use these people and the parasitic beasts to kill each other, so as to obtain more beast crystals and help him reach the top of the list, since he had Hu Feng's intelligence support.

Relying on those weaklings with only first-grade cultivation in the group won't work.

Therefore, it is very necessary to express goodwill now.

"Ahem, who exactly are you?"

Brother Zhao started rolling his eyes.

"My wife is pregnant and has a bad temper. Please don't take it to heart, let's talk it out, Brother Zhao."

"Holy crap, I've been tricked..."

Before Brother Zhao could finish speaking, he fainted.

Yang Dingsong released Brother Zhao and slapped his face hard.

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong? Did you hurt your head?"

At that moment, a beautiful woman with a hot figure, wearing a black bodycon skirt, walked over.

She was probably in her late twenties, with a classic updo and a cigarette between her fingers, looking both sexy and elegant.

"Have you hit me enough? If you hit me again, you won't be able to afford to pay for it."

The woman's voice was neither loud nor fierce.

The bartender suddenly became confident, "The boss's here, everyone stop!"

The proprietress seemed to have a lot of authority, and the burly men who were red-eyed instantly calmed down, put their hands behind their backs, and stood up straight.