Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Alright, you mad dog."

Iron Fist waved his large hand, striking a leader's pose.

"Since they came here with sincerity to learn, and their bodyguards are experts of this caliber, don't resort to those underhanded tactics."

"Teach us something proper, don't embarrass our Iron Fist Gym."

Mad Dog's face stiffened.

They won't let me fight?

What fun is left then?

But he dared not disobey Iron Fist's orders and could only forcefully suppress his anger.

His eyes darted around, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

We can't cripple him, but we can make him back down and embarrass him in public, crushing his pride. That should be fine, right?

"Alright, since the master has spoken." Mad Dog jumped off the stage, walked up to Lin Bai, and gave a forced smile.

"Then I'll teach you something 'real,' so you won't say I'm bullying a newbie."

"Watch closely, this move is called 'Bone-Crushing Fist,' a fundamental power-generating technique of our school. This is our signature skill; I'll only demonstrate it once. How much you can learn depends on your own abilities."

The moment the words left his mouth, the mad dog moved.

Without any warning, his spinal dragon seemed to come alive, emitting a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans.

The power rises from the heels, undergoes a violent twist of the waist and hips, and is finally transmitted to the fist in an instant.

"Snapped!"

With a single punch, a crisp explosion resounded through the air.

This punch is extremely inhumane.

A normal punch is delivered with the flow of the momentum, but this move requires forcibly twisting the joint angle at the moment of punching, using the reverse pull of the muscles to generate spiral force.

For beginners, let alone unleashing power, the awkward posture alone can dislocate their joints.

"Did you understand?" Mad Dog withdrew his fist and looked at Lin Bai provocatively.

"This move emphasizes 'power originating from the ground and spiraling through the bones.' Without three to five years of arduous practice, you won't even hear a sound. When I practiced this move, I broke three ribs before I even got the hang of it."

The henchmen around him whispered among themselves.

"That mad dog is so mean! Bone Crusher Fist is just a basic move? That's an advanced killing move, you know?!"

"Yeah, this pretty boy is all show and no substance. He probably can't even get the posture right. He's just waiting to twist his back."

"Just wait and see if this kid makes a fool of himself. I just hope he doesn't cry for his mother in pain later."

The mad dog crossed his arms, a mocking look on his face:

"Come on, genius. Let me see your aptitude. If you can't master it... Hmph, then don't blame me for disrespecting the headmaster and throwing you out!"

Lin Bai ignored the mockery around him.

He closed his eyes, and his mind began to replay the mad dog's actions frame by frame, like a movie.

The amplitude of muscle contraction, the angle of bone twisting, the trajectory of weight transfer...

Even if an ordinary person could see it clearly, they wouldn't be able to do it.

Once the brain learns, the hands will say, "No, you're useless."

But he is different.

One of the core abilities of Sequence 9 [The Fraudster] is [Poker Face].

This is not just about controlling facial expressions, but about having absolute control over bodily functions.

His heartbeat, body temperature, micro-expressions, and even the contraction of every muscle fiber were all under his conscious control.

As long as the logic is sound, the body will absolutely obey.

Lin Bai opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

First try.

He mimicked the movements of a mad dog, twisting his waist and throwing punches.

His movements were stiff, like a rusty robot that hadn't been oiled, and he even staggered because he used too much force.

"Pfft—hahahaha!"

Undisguised laughter erupted from the crowd.

Mad Dog laughed until tears streamed down his face: "That's it? Did you come here to do square dancing? You're so effeminate, get the energy in!"

Lin Bai remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard.

He's making minor adjustments.

"Left leg contraction delayed by 0.2 seconds, waist rotation angle increased by 15 degrees, deltoid muscle relaxed..."

Second attempt.

The movements were smoother, but still awkward and lacked explosiveness.

Mad Dog yawned: "Is it any good? If not, then get lost. Don't embarrass yourself here."

The third attempt.

This time, Lin Bai's spine made a slight "click" sound, which was a signal that the bones were in place.

The force of the punch created a whooshing sound.

The laughter subsided a bit.

Several experienced thugs frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

the fourth time.

Lin Bai's movements were incredibly fast, almost exactly the same as Mad Dog's demonstration, except that the final burst of power was still lacking.

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent.

The mad dog's smile began to freeze.

This...this is the fourth time?

How the hell is this possible? Four repetitions, and the stance for the Bone-Crushing Fist is already set up?

What about the three ribs I broke back then?

"Final step, parameter correction complete," Lin Bai thought to himself.

The fifth attempt.

He stomped his foot hard, and the floorboards made a dull thud.

Power surged up from the soles of his feet like a flood, and his waist twisted into an exaggerated arc in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, that spiraling force surged wildly through his arm!

boom!

"Smack—!!!"

A deafening blast, even crisper, louder, and more explosive than the one Mad Dog had just demonstrated, resounded through the silent boxing gym!

The force of the punch was so strong that it caused the hair of the closest henchman to fly backward and his face to tremble.

Lin Bai slowly withdrew his fist and stood still.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

He turned to look at the mad dog, who had a blank expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

His handsome face revealed just the right amount of confusion and sincerity.

Like a primary school student who has just finished their homework and is waiting for the teacher to grade it, their tone is extremely Versailles-like:

"Coach, is that so?"

Lin Bai blinked, looking completely innocent:

"I still feel a little awkward. Did I do something wrong? My voice seems a tiny bit louder than yours... Should I practice some more?"

Dead silence.

The entire Iron Fist Fighting Arena fell into an eerie silence.

Only the exhaust fan was still creaking and groaning, as if mocking everyone's ignorance.

In the distance, the lollipop in Iron Fist's mouth crunched unconsciously as he bit it to pieces.

His big, round eyes widened in disbelief.

Bone-crushing Fist... You can learn it after watching it five times? And you even managed to unleash an airburst?

This thing is notoriously difficult to master!

Even for a "wise man" like him with extraordinary talent, it took him a month to initially master it.

Now, this kid, five times, got it right?

Better than a mad dog?

What the hell!

Iron Fist felt like he had struck gold.

This person is intelligent and has an incredibly strong talent for learning martial arts.

This guy is a born Iron Fist Fighting Gym strategist! Buy one get one free, plus a powerful bodyguard!

Where else can you find such a good deal?

Black Mamba's expression froze. She forgot about Ah Ya, whom she had been observing, and her gaze was completely fixed on the man wiping his head with a handkerchief.