Zhao Erhu said excitedly, "Great! Great! Whatever the big brother says, that's exactly what we'll do!" But one of the brothers voiced a disagreement, "Big brother! I'm as strong as a bull! I've been exercising every day—let's just skip the special physical training!" Gao Liang looked over and saw a sturdy young man, strong and solid like a young calf. He immediately pointed to him and said, "Come here! Let me test your strength!" The young man was Zeng Erniu, a man from a pig-killing background, naturally strong as a bull. He stepped forward and stood in front of Gao Liang. Gao Liang extended one finger and brought it close to Zeng Erniu's face, saying, "Erniu! If you can bend my finger, then you'll be exempt from your daily special physical training!" Zeng Erniu smiled inside—how simple! Bending a finger wasn't going to be hard at all. He said to Gao Liang, "Deal? No backing out!" Gao Liang smiled gently and said, "Then come on! You young guys!" Zeng Erniu did a few warm-up stretches, then extended his large hand, wrapping his bright little finger tightly, and applied force—yet found that the bright little finger was as rigid as a steel pillar, refusing to bend. Zeng Erniu was stunned. He’d long been known throughout Handan as the "Heavenly Power of the Bull," even surpassing Zhao Erhu, the former leader. Now, he had stumbled on the very fingertip of the new leader. No matter—some raw strength would have to be brought to bear. With a thunderous roar that made his brothers clutch their ears, Zeng Erniu’s muscles bulged with power. To everyone’s amazement, he lifted the large stone mill that Zhao Erhu had just knocked over, slowly and deliberately, right over his head. The brothers gasped in astonishment. Even the ordinary citizens of Handan clapped their hands in approval, raising their thumbs in admiration: "Heavenly Power of the Bull! Divine strength! A true bull! A true bull! Zeng Erniu!" "We've got your back!" Zeng Erniu set down the large stone mill, clapped his hands, finished his warm-up, and then began to twist the slender little finger of Gao Liang with all his strength. Zhang Yупing was deeply worried—what if she broke Gao Liang's finger? How could her husband be so reckless? This game was simply too risky. She decided to just let it go. So she pulled at Gao Liang's sleeve, saying, "Master, please! Don't do this anymore! What if one of your fingers is lost? Then what will I do?" But Gao Liang gave her a firm look, saying, "There's no room for you to speak here! Once I make a decision, no one can change it—not even I. My word is final. What I say goes—like water spilled on the ground, it's set in stone. It's settled now! Come on, boys!" He signaled Zeng Erniu to twist the finger. At that moment, Zhao Erhu spoke up, "Boss, I think we should just call it off!" After all, Ceng Erniu was the strongest in the entire Handan city! What if the leader got hurt...? Zhao Erhu hadn't finished speaking when Gao Liang interrupted: "Great! I'd like to see just how strong Ceng Erniu really is! Haha!" Then he turned to Ceng Erniu and said, "Use all your strength! Remember—make sure you really do! I'll assess your physical endurance. If you meet the standard, I'll make an exception and cancel the special physical training. How does that sound?" Ceng Erniu had been waiting for exactly this from the leader, so he immediately said to Gao Liang, "Leader! Let's go! If the leader can't take it, just let me know right away—I'll still have time to pull back!" Though Ceng Erniu looked as clumsy as a cow, his words were quite endearing. Gao Liang smiled to himself. It seemed these teammates would be a solid group. This time, with the old team leader Zhang Yiping, they were making a smooth journey through the Qin Dynasty, supported by a strong group of loyal companions—surely a grand and impressive journey. However, to win the hearts and minds of these brothers and have them truly follow him, one must demonstrate real prowess at crucial moments—otherwise, they may appear obedient on the surface while remaining unconvinced at heart, which is precisely what Gao Liang dislikes. The old experience has already become divine! Handling these ordinary subordinates is now nothing short of effortless. Gao Liang's face radiated confidence—Zeng Erniu's strength this time was three times greater than it had been the first time, clearly proving that his strength was no exaggeration. Though Gao Liang employed the Shaolin's Golden Finger technique on his little finger, it only enhanced the firmness of that finger and could not withstand the sheer power of a powerhouse like Zeng Erniu. It simply wasn't enough. Relying solely on martial prowess would not suffice—since martial arts, no matter how refined, eventually reach a limit. This time, divine abilities were required—indeed, something even more extraordinary than mere divine abilities, a truly celestial power. Yet, at this very moment, Zhao Erhu inadvertently undermined the effort. As Huang Liang was just activating his top-tier abilities, Zhao Erhu immediately reached from behind and grasped his hand, saying, "Boss! Let me lend a hand! I've long admired Ceng Erniu's strength. I think I should step in and support you—pull you up!" At that moment, Huang Liang was concentrating deeply to maintain his energy flow, and being pulled by someone would definitely disrupt it, causing energy leakage. Meanwhile, Ceng Erniu was exerting all his might—Huang Liang's little finger noticeably trembled, and a wave of pain traveled through his god-level cells to reach his brain. Huang Liang furrowed his brows, clearly struggling. Zhang Yупing, a thoughtful woman, sensed that her husband was truly beginning to reach his limit. She immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Yet, things were going poorly—because Zhao Erhu still believed he was helping the boss, he didn't loosen his grip even when Huang Liang gave him a sharp glare. Zhang Yuping is meticulous and decisive—when it matters most, she steps in to save her own husband. Her foot presses against Zhao Erhu's back, and immediately Zhao Erhu cries out in pain, releasing his grip on Gao Liang. Gao Liang now feels a great relief, lighter and more at ease; his little finger has stabilized, no longer trembling. Yet, Zeng Erniu's strength continues to intensify. Not good enough! If it weren't for Zhao Erhu's clumsy misstep, wasting his own energy, Gao Liang would have been completely in control. But now—what a mess! Even with the spirit force gathering his remaining strength, he can't guarantee his little finger won't move at all. "Ah!" Gao Liang's pain intensifies. Though he remains calm and composed before his brothers Zeng Erniu, Zhao Erhu, and the others, his heart is tightly entwined with this outstanding man. Not this time! Husband! Ping'er was ready to step forward at the crucial moment. Though Ping'er had no martial arts skills, no special abilities, and no divine-level powers, she supported her beloved man with her heartfelt devotion. At the most pivotal moment, Zhang Yu Ping took a bold action—she lifted her feet on her toes, wrapped her delicate hands around Gao Liang's neck, brought her graceful lips close to his, pressed firmly against his thick lips, and passionately kissed him.