Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The mad dog closest to Lin Bai had a livid face, as if it had swallowed half a dead fly, the green-headed kind at that.

humiliation.

This is a blatant insult!

His prized skill, which he had practiced diligently for three years, was learned by a pretty boy in five minutes.

And in front of so many underlings, he slapped him in the face with this "humbly seeking advice" approach?

This kid is definitely playing dumb to fool everyone!

An uncontrollable rage surged to the top of his head, burning away the last vestiges of mad dog's reason and his disregard for the master's orders.

"Being good at training doesn't mean you can fight."

The mad dog's growl was squeezed out from between its teeth, carrying a strong smell of blood.

He suddenly ripped the bone chain off his neck and slammed it to the ground.

With bloodshot eyes staring at Lin Bai, he assumed a fighting stance, looking like a wild beast about to go out of control.

"Anyone can pull off a fancy move! Now that you've learned it, let's practice!"

"Come on! Let's have a real battle!"

"If you can walk out of this house standing up today, I'll take your surname!"

......

The air was tense on the ring.

Lin Bai slowly put on the public boxing gloves that had been handled by countless burly men.

His look of disgust.

The audience's underlings were itching with envy, wishing they could rush up and "loosen his skin" for him.

"Stop dawdling! Did you wet your pants?"

"If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow, call me 'Grandpa Mad Dog,' and maybe he'll only break your legs!"

The commotion sounded like boiling water.

Ah Ya stood quietly in the corner of the ring, like a lifeless wax figure.

Although it didn't move, the chilling aura emanating from it made the nearby onlookers feel a coldness on the back of their necks, and they subconsciously shrank back.

"Ready, genius?"

Mad Dog Rod stood in the center of the ring, his neck cracking loudly.

He stared at Lin Bai with a greedy look, as if he were eyeing a piece of fresh meat.

He couldn't wait to hear how crisp the sound would be when this delicate-skinned boy's bones shattered.

Lin Bai sighed, and raised his hands perfunctorily, assuming a defensive stance.

"Coach Rod, let me state upfront that we'll stop here."

Lin Bai blinked, her clear eyes filled with the message, "I am so weak, I am so scared."

"I'm a coward, I'm afraid of blood, and I can't stand the sight of red."

"Don't worry." Mad Dog grinned, revealing a set of white, uneven teeth, his smile menacing.

"I'll make you...bleed without a trace. After all, internal bleeding is more interesting, isn't it?"

Before he could finish speaking, the floor suddenly shook!

The mad dog moved.

Without any fancy prelude, he shot out like a cannonball, bringing a stench of blood, straight at Lin Bai's face!

This straight punch was powerful and heavy.

If it hits hard, Lin Bai's nasal bridge will suffer a comminuted fracture, and his brains might even be smashed together.

"Die!" the mad dog grinned maliciously.

however.

Just as that calloused fist was only 1 centimeter away from the tip of his nose, Lin Bai moved.

No, to be precise, he "floated" for a moment.

At the center of the forehead, the "maliciousness detection" system is frantically alarming.

With the ultimate body micro-management brought by the "Poker Face" technique, Lin Bai's neck tilted slightly as if it had no bones.

"call--"

The force of the punch grazed Lin Bai's temples, ruffled a few strands of his bangs, and even scratched his face, causing a stinging pain.

The difference is minuscule!

Mad Dog punched the air, and the weightless feeling of having no way to use his strength made him feel nauseous, causing his body to stagger forward involuntarily.

"Oh dear, that was close! I almost got disfigured."

Lin Bai's voice rang softly in Mad Dog's ear, carrying three parts surprise and seven parts mockery.

"Coach, your center of gravity has shifted forward by about fifteen degrees. According to the principle of leverage, this will greatly reduce your ability to change direction, and you're likely to fall flat on your face."

Mad Dog slammed on the brakes, leaving a black mark on the ring with the sole of his foot, and swung a vicious sweeping kick!

"call!"

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Bai lightly touched the ground with his toes and glided half a meter backward.

The whip kick swept through the air with a crisp sound, without even touching the hem of Lin Bai's clothes.

"Tsk tsk, the conservation of momentum wasn't handled well."

As Lin Bai retreated, he shook his head and commented, his tone resembling that of a frustrated physics teacher scolding a poor student:

"The point of impact is too low, resulting in excessive rotational inertia. Do you know what that means? It means your recovery time increases by at least 0.3 seconds. In high-level matches, you'd die a hundred times over."

The audience below the stage, who had been waiting to see Lin Bai get brutally beaten, were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

What kind of fighting style is this?

Live commentary?

Iron Fist, who had been sitting casually in a chair in the distance, suddenly sat up straight.

Those eyes were frighteningly bright, as if they had discovered a new continent.

"Moment of inertia...stiffness time..." Iron Fist muttered to himself, feeling his vision being opened up.

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that! This is the loss of force! This is science!"

The way he looked at Lin Bai instantly changed from "looking at a talented person" to "looking at a confidant".

He couldn't wait to go up to Lin Bai and become sworn brothers, to discuss "the application of physical laws in skull-crushing fist".

On the ring, Mad Dog was furious.

He launched a dozen or so attacks in a row, each punch landing... no, each punch hitting the air.

That pretty boy was like a slippery eel, or perhaps a ghost.

It's right in front of me, I feel like I'm about to land a punch, but every time I miss by just a little bit!

It was so close!

This feeling of frustration—being able to see something but not be able to have it—completely broke the mad dog's mentality.

"All you do is hide?! If you're a man, fight me head-on!" Mad Dog roared, his eyes bloodshot.

The attacks became increasingly violent and chaotic, turning into a chaotic street brawl.

"Hide? No, no, no, how can you call it hiding when it's a scholar's business? This is called 'vector avoidance'."

Lin Bai dodged a hook punch to the side, and even had the leisure to reach out and pat Mad Dog on the shoulder.

"In the face of absolute rules, only those who have mastered the laws of physics are God."

Lin Bai looked at the panting mad dog and shook his head:

"Coach, your breathing is erratic, and your heart rate is over 180, isn't it? Insufficient oxygen supply can lead to hypoxia in the cerebral cortex, resulting in impaired judgment. In other words, it's commonly known as—mental impairment."

"Shut up! Shut the hell up!"

The mad dog has completely lost control.

humiliation.

This is an even more extreme humiliation than when Lin Bai learned the Bone-Shattering Fist!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he, the head coach of the Iron Fist Fighting Gym, couldn't even touch the hem of a newcomer's clothes, and was being toyed with like a silly dog!

If we don't cripple this pretty boy, how will he ever show his face in the outer city again? He'll be slapped so hard he'll be bruised and battered!

"Die! Die! Die!"

The mad dog roared, its arms outstretched, no longer trying to strike, but instead, like a black bear, attempting to hug Lin Bai directly.

If he just holds on tight, he could definitely strangle this skinny kid with his strength!

Seeing the mad dog's wide-open attack, like a wild beast pouncing on its prey, a cold glint flashed in Lin Bai's eyes.

The fish has gone completely mad.

Then let's close the net.