There were originally some people nearby, but ever since Riley Wood sat at the head of the bridge counting money, everyone had gone as far away as possible, so no one witnessed this terrifying and mysterious scene.

And even if someone had seen it, they would have thought Riley Wood had accidentally fallen into the water.

Who would want to save someone like that?

It would be best if he drowned...

……

"The time has come."

Yvonne Foster walked in, reached out for Sanlang Brooks to return the yellow paper, and asked, "How many did you memorize?"

Sanlang Brooks replied, "I memorized one."

Yvonne Foster was taken aback: "Which one?"

"The Ren meridian, the Tanzhong acupoint."

Yvonne Foster's eyes looked at him brightly: "Why only one? You scholars are supposed to be great at memorizing things."

For the imperial exams, the Four Books and Five Classics could be recited backwards and forwards—such was the strength of their memory. So as long as Sanlang Brooks was willing, memorizing dozens of acupoints in an hour would be no problem.

Sanlang Brooks answered honestly, "Given my current situation, I think learning one is enough. If you bite off more than you can chew, you'll just choke."

Yvonne Foster nodded: "That's right, self-awareness is a virtue... Heh, if you had memorized a whole mess of them, I wouldn't bother with you."

Apparently, this was a kind of test, to assess Sanlang Brooks's temperament. After a pause, she asked again, "Why did you choose this one?"

"I heard that pressing this acupoint can immobilize someone, so I wanted to learn it."

Yvonne Foster burst out laughing: "I just praised your self-awareness, and now you want to fly before you can even walk."

Sanlang Brooks pressed on, "Is there really such a thing as immobilizing someone by pressing an acupoint?"

In his memory, countless wondrous descriptions from martial arts novels surfaced involuntarily. Those heroes would casually tap, and their enemies would collapse on the spot—how dashing.

Yvonne Foster narrowed her eyes: "Of course there is, but you have no internal energy, so you can't possibly learn it. Don't overthink it."

Soon, she began to teach the technique of using the "Jingfeng Finger" to press the Tanzhong acupoint. This finger technique was a bit odd—not just one finger, but the index, middle, and ring fingers, slightly spread apart. The middle finger was the main force, pressing the acupoint, while the other two fingers landed on adjacent spots as support.

When the acupoint was effectively pressed, it could make the target feel suffocated and weak, unable to move.

This inability to move was essentially the legendary immobilization by acupoint. However, according to Yvonne Foster, to achieve such a miraculous effect, one must unleash their qi and penetrate deep into the meridians, which very few people could do.

With Sanlang Brooks's abilities, even if he pressed the Tanzhong acupoint, at most he could make the other person feel chest tightness and irritability, or unbearable pain—and that was only if the person stood still and let him poke as hard as he wanted, poking countless times for even a slim chance of success.

Learning martial arts was no easy feat.

For Scholar Brooks to learn martial arts was even harder.

Yvonne Foster actually wanted to teach him some basic fist and foot routines, but the problem was that Sanlang Brooks's foundation was just too weak. Any moves he learned turned into flowery but useless gestures, with no power at all.

So she simply taught him the "Jingfeng Finger"—maybe he could use it to scare people.

The best way to learn acupoint pressing was to have a target, to practice in real situations. Sanlang Brooks certainly couldn't spread his three fingers and practice on Yvonne Foster's ample chest—even though he wanted to.

But the likely result of pressing there would be that Sanlang Brooks would become the second Riley Wood to be kicked flying, and he would definitely fly higher, fall farther, and lose more teeth.

With no live target, he had to use a dead object.

Yvonne Foster brought out a human-shaped wooden dummy for Sanlang Brooks to poke at.

At first, Sanlang Brooks was very interested and practiced enthusiastically. But after poking dozens of times, his three fingers were bruised and swollen, and each practice session became torture.

"Yvonne Foster, I think I'm better suited to reading and writing..."

He started to back out.

Yvonne Foster curled her lip, showing an expression of "I knew it would be like this."

"It's not that I'm lazy, the exam is coming up. If I injure my fingers and can't even hold a brush, how can I take the test?"

Sanlang Brooks explained—he didn't want her to look down on him.

Yvonne Foster said, "You can use your left hand. Actually, when practicing the 'Jingfeng Finger,' it's best to use your left hand."

Sanlang Brooks was speechless: Why didn't you say so earlier... Weren't all those previous pokes for nothing?

He could only switch to his left hand and continue.

Yvonne Foster said he had to practice for half an hour every day, and only with perseverance would there be results.

And this was just the skill for pressing one acupoint. If Sanlang Brooks had been greedy and memorized dozens of acupoints earlier, wouldn't he have poked all his fingers broken?

"Hey, are you pressing an acupoint or scratching an itch? It's so soft, with no strength at all—failure. And your finger placement is wrong too—sometimes the middle finger is off by a millimeter, sometimes the ring finger is off by a fraction—failure upon failure. If you keep practicing like this, you'll never succeed in pressing an acupoint, even if you practice to death."

Sanlang Brooks listened, nearly in tears.

Isn't there a saying, "like father, like daughter"? Why is Yvonne Foster's style so different from Nancy Foster's? Nancy Foster taught horse stance by just giving specific instructions and then letting him be, basically not supervising anymore. But Yvonne Foster sat upright beside him, constantly pointing out what was wrong. If she had a ruler in hand, she'd be the very image of a strict teacher.

Sanlang Brooks gritted his teeth, thinking that to become a legendary martial arts master, he would go all out.

"Still wrong, so stupid!"