He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 35 What are you doing?

Qin Chuan was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Liu Ding scratched his head: "Besides, my skills aren't worth bragging about. It's true that I've developed some internal strength, but I've only just scratched the surface. I'm still a long way from being a true martial arts master. Otherwise, I wouldn't be being chased around by the Iron Hand Gang and having to hide from them."

Qin Chuan waved his hand: "I don't care about your shoddy skills, as long as you can teach me martial arts. Do you have any martial arts manuals or secret techniques on you?"

Liu Ding was taken aback upon hearing this, then spread his hands and said, "I'm here to do business, how could I have any martial arts manuals? Besides, how could I possibly carry such a thing with me all the time?"

Qin Chuan felt a little regretful upon hearing this. Without cultivation techniques and secret manuals, how could one learn martial arts?

Seeing that his expression was off, Liu Ding quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not like I can't teach you even if you don't have the manual. That martial arts master stayed at my house for more than two years back then, and I remember everything he taught me clearly. Every move, every breathing technique, it's all in here."

He pointed to his head and patted his chest. "No need for any secret techniques. I'll teach you by word of mouth and demonstration. You can just follow along and learn."

Upon hearing this, the light in Qin Chuan's eyes brightened again.

Just as he was about to speak,

Suddenly, Liu Ding stood up, walked around to him, looked him up and down, and then reached out and pinched his arm without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Qin Chuan instinctively shrank back.

"Don't move, I'm feeling your bones." Liu Ding said with a serious expression, his hand moving from Qin Chuan's shoulder to his wrist, then pressing his shoulder blades and spine, and finally patting his thigh bone before stopping, his brow furrowed as if he were savoring something.

Qin Chuan was bewildered by his bone-reading, but a glimmer of anticipation rose within him, and he couldn't help but ask, "How is it? How's my bone structure...?"

Liu Ding was silent for two seconds, then simply shook his head: "I don't know."

Qin Chuan was taken aback by his words, then almost laughed in exasperation: "You don't know? What are you touching?"

Liu Ding scratched his head and innocently explained, "When that martial arts master came to my house to teach me martial arts, this was the process. He didn't say a word, just reached out and touched me. After touching me, he shook his head and said, 'Your aptitude is average. It's hard to achieve anything, but it's fine for strengthening your body!' I just followed his instructions. Whether I understand it or not is another matter, but I still had to go through the process. He touched me first."

Looking at his serious and self-righteous demeanor, Qin Chuan wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and in the end he could only sigh.

Seeing this, Liu Ding quickly added, "Don't look at me like that! Although I can't feel a person's aptitude, that martial arts master not only could feel it, but he could also see it. He stayed at my house for more than two years, and when he taught me, he also talked about a lot of ways to judge a person's aptitude and talent from their appearance. I absorbed some of it from his teaching."

As he spoke, he circled Qin Chuan, muttering to himself, "Strong shoulders and thick waist, ape arms and wasp waist, tiger back and bear waist..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's expression instantly changed from disdain to delight. His eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "You mean I have all these powerful innate qualities?"

"Huh?" Liu Ding stopped, blinked, and looked at him blankly. "What kind of amazing talent do you have?"

Qin Chuan's smile froze on his face.

Liu Ding scratched his head, looked Qin Chuan up and down, and then explained, "Oh, no, what I mean is you don't have any of those physical attributes—broad shoulders and a thick waist? No. Ape arms and a wasp waist? No. Broad shoulders and a bear waist? No. Anyway, your little body doesn't fit any of those descriptions."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Seeing his face turn pale and then red, Liu Ding quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Just because you don't have these things doesn't mean you can't practice them. Back then, when that martial arts master touched me, he also said that I had 'ordinary aptitude.' Look at me, haven't I developed strength? This is perfect. I'll teach you the same way that martial arts master taught me."

Qin Chuan looked at Liu Ding, took another deep breath, and then slowly exhaled before saying, "To be honest, I suddenly don't want to learn martial arts from you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ding became anxious.

To be honest, he was actually a little reluctant when Qin Chuan urged him to teach him.

He's a lazy person by nature, and teaching apprentices is a time-consuming and laborious task for him.

The reason he agreed was simply because he had been eating and drinking for free every day, and Qin Chuan had indeed saved his life before, so he felt he had to repay the favor. He thought he could just teach him a few moves to get by.

But now, things have turned out differently. He's offered to teach, but Qin Chuan says he doesn't want to learn anymore.

What does this mean? Does it mean you think his kung fu is bad? Does it mean you look down on him?

Liu Ding's expression changed instantly.

His previous carefree and nonchalant demeanor vanished instantly, and his entire aura suddenly turned cold and stern.

His gaze darkened, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, no longer carrying any playful intent.

He looked at Qin Chuan, and the moment their eyes met, Qin Chuan was somewhat taken aback.

Liu Ding didn't speak. He turned around, walked to the pile of junk in the corner of the yard, bent down, and pulled out a piece of wood.

That was a piece of wood left over from when Aunt Liu chopped firewood; it was as thick as a thigh.

"Watch closely." Liu Ding stabilized the log, took a half step back, and said, "This log is as thick as a thigh. When I strike it, this is the first time I'll hit it."

Qin Chuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he subconsciously took two steps back, his gaze fixed on the piece of wood.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ding gathered his energy in his dantian and exhaled with a shout: "Ha!"

"Snapped!"

He slammed his palm down on the wood.

Qin Chuan subconsciously took a step back, waiting for the scene of the thick log shattering into pieces and sawdust flying everywhere.

however.

A breath has passed.

Two breaths passed.

Three breaths have passed.

The wood remained perfectly still, standing there quietly without even a crack.

Qin Chuan looked at Mu Tou, then at Liu Ding, his expression shifting from expectation to doubt, then to a subtle "Are you kidding me?" look.

Liu Ding's complexion turned from white to red, and then from red to dark, at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had been holding his breath and had nowhere to vent it.

He slowly withdrew his hand, subtly placing it behind his back.

then,

He secretly touched his buttocks, trying to alleviate the excruciating pain in his palm with this rather unseemly gesture.

Qin Chuan, with his sharp eyes, saw it clearly, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Ahem." Liu Ding cleared his throat, his complexion returning to normal, and explained with feigned composure, "This... was a mistake, purely a mistake. There's nothing I can do; I was being chased by the Iron Hand Gang and suffered severe internal injuries, so I can't use my strength."

Qin Chuan didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a "keep making this up" look.

Liu Ding felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so he turned around and rummaged through the pile of junk for a while, found a piece of wood about the thickness of an arm, picked it up and weighed it in his hand, and confidently turned back.

"Don't let my internal injuries fool you; I can't use my full strength, and I'm only a tenth of what I used to be. I can still easily handle this thick piece of wood." Liu Ding put the piece of wood down and flexed his wrists. "Watch closely, this time it's for real."

Qin Chuan stood by with his arms crossed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Liu Ding took a deep breath, resumed his fighting stance, focused his energy in his dantian, and let out another low shout: "Ha!"

"Snapped!"

The palm fell again.

Qin Chuan waited for three breaths.

The wood remained completely still.

Not even a shake.

The scene was eerily quiet. A gust of wind blew through the yard, swirling up a few fallen leaves, and the atmosphere was so awkward it was almost palpable.

Qin Chuan slowly shifted his gaze from the wooden figure to Liu Ding's face, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with confusion.

What are you doing?