Chapter 172

"Use all your strength, hit here."

He pointed at the sensor area.

Ye Xi'an nodded, walked to the post, took a deep breath, then thrust her fist out forcefully.

"Pop."

A light sound.

Looking at the numbers on the display, Bao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was fine, fine; although An'an's strength was indeed a bit greater than that of other females, it was still within an acceptable range.

Ye Xi'an withdrew her hand a little embarrassedly.

"Is there any trick to punching? I always feel I can't exert force."

Bao Jing stared at Ye Xi'an, as if pondering something.

"Your point of force application is off," Bao Jing said, pinpointing the problem.

"Don't rely on brute force; feel every bit of power flowing through your body, twist them into a single rope, then send it out."

Bao Jing explained concisely, then demonstrated.

He stood before the post, casually assuming a sideways stance, and thrust his right fist out sharply.

The movement was not flashy, even looking a bit casual.

The moment the fist touched the sensor area, it emitted a muffled "Bang."

The display above the test post instantly flashed an astonishing figure.

"Did you see? The power conducts from the soles, amplifies through the twist of waist and hips, then bursts instantly through the arm."

Bao Jing retracted his fist and looked at Ye Xi'an.

"Let me try again."

She side‑stepped again, her body sinking slightly, right foot pushing off the ground, waist snapping into a twist that drove her shoulder, and her arm whipped out like a whip.

This time, her movement was smooth and swift.

The fist, accompanied by a whoosh, slammed hard into the sensor area of the power‑testing post!

"Boom!!"

A sound far louder than before!

The entire power‑testing post shook violently.

The numbers on the display jumped wildly, finally settling on a value that made Bao Jing's pupils contract sharply.

Ye Xi'an herself jumped in shock, staring at the number, then at her own fist, feeling bewildered.

She... does she really have that much strength?

The training hall fell into dead silence, and the surrounding males also training their punch power stared at Ye Xi'an's number, sinking into deep self‑doubt.

The next second, a wave of crashing sounds rang through the hall.

Bao Jing froze in place, his eyes glued to that number, then he snapped his gaze toward Ye Xi'an.

His expression hardened completely; the face that was always smug now showed sheer shock and disbelief.

What the hell? Is this a talent?

Is this damn talent even explainable?

A fourth‑grade ability female running this fast with this much strength—does that make sense?

"I'm still a bit behind you; I feel I can push a little harder."

Ye Xi'an, somewhat dissatisfied, wrapped her left hand around her right, pressed lightly on the bones, producing a crisp "Snap", relaxed her hand bones, and eagerly lunged at the post to punch again.

Each punch was smoother than the last, and the numbers on the display kept climbing.

Bao Jing watched the numbers on the screen approach his own record and panicked, fearing that An'an would think him weak and abandon him!

Ji Jiangci rushed over after their training, also seeing Ye Xi'an's punch power data.

"...," Lin Zhi Jing frowned, thinking this unscientific: "Ye Xi'an, did you secretly use some reagent?"

"No, what reagent would I use for this thing?"

She shook her slightly sore right hand, the skin on the back turning bright red.

Ji Jiangci, feeling very sorry, walked over, cupped it in his palm and blew on it.

"Next time don't push so hard; your hand's all red. Did the medicine you bought last time arrive? I can apply some for you."

Ye Xi'an replied nonchalantly, "It's just a little red; not enough to need medicine."

Yi Yang stared blankly, like a marionette, "Honey, did you hit that number?"

"Hmm, how much can you hit?"

Yi Yang immediately looked skyward, feeling guilty; his number was still lower than Ye Xi'an's: "Just a tad better than Brother Bao."

Bao Jing, hearing this nearby, let out a speechless snort, but out of pity he didn't expose the truth.

"By the way, my ability seems to have recovered. Want to train with me?"

Yi Yang jumped up immediately, "I do! How do we train?"

"You use your abilities to catch me; I run, you chase, and I reward you when you catch me!"

Ji Jiangci disagreed, "No, what if we hurt you?"

Ye Xi'an pushed Ji Jiangci's hand away, "Being hurt by you is still better than being hurt by others when I'm strong, right."

Bao Jing nodded, "An'an is right; we'll train with An'an, and just pull back the force in time if the situation gets off."

The group returned to the clan area; each clan's zone was spacious enough, making the chase absolutely fine.

A few tall males surrounded Ye Xi'an in the center, eyes sharp; suddenly, something shifted beneath Ye Xi'an's feet, green vines burst from the ground, almost catching her ankle.

Ye Xi'an placed a hand on her chest, grateful that she reacted quickly.

Before she could react, the vines chased after her; Ye Xi'an initially evaded by running, but Lin Zhi Jing later joined the chase, and Ye Xi'an found herself hard to handle.

She struggles, rolling left and right; the little braids on her head are all undone, and her face and body are covered in grime.

She has to dodge vines' pursuit, metal nets' capture, occasional super‑strong wind barriers set up by someone, and the most annoying are the inexplicably appearing stones under her feet that constantly block her escape route.

Each time she is about to be caught, Ye Xi'an instantly uses her spatial ability to teleport; gradually she gets a new feeling—are these attacks slowing down?

"Jiangci! Don't give me any leeway!"

Ye Xi'an shouts toward Ji Jiangci from about twenty meters away.

Ji Jiangci is startled; he hasn't given any leeway, he looks at the three people beside him and asks, "Did you give leeway?"

"No."

Bao Jing says confidently, "Probably An'an wants us to step up our effort; watch me unleash a Tornado on An'an."

Over there, Ye Xi'an is already adept at evading pursuit, but when she turns around she collides head‑on with the Tornado and is literally twisted inside it.

"Ah—"

"Oh no!" Bao Jing exclaims, startled; he spreads his wings and flies toward Ye Xi'an, but before he arrives, Ye Xi'an has already teleported to the spot where Bao Jing had been standing.

"Honey, are you okay?" Ji Jiangci grabs the suddenly appearing Ye Xi'an to check.

"I'm great; being chased is so thrilling!" Ye Xi'an's eyes sparkle, clearly satisfied with today's gains.

Ye Xi'an withdraws her spiritual power, the spatial fluctuations subside, she pants slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"Alright, I've trained enough; you all go train, I'll just sit here and watch you."

Ji Jiangci nods, his gaze becoming even more resolute.

Bao Jing clenches his fists, his knuckles crack, and his wings behind him flutter a faint breeze.

Lin Zhi Jing pushes his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses deep and meaningful.

They resume training, their movements crazier and more vigorous than before.

After all, with such a powerful wife, anyone who slacks off is bound to be abandoned!