You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The heavy military boots carried immense force.

It left a deadly black afterimage in mid-air.

Leng Yue spends most of her time on peacekeeping front lines amidst gunfire overseas.

This kick was a deadly move she had honed through countless life-or-death battles.

The leg muscle fibers are stretched to their limit, unleashing astonishing kinetic energy.

She could even clearly hear the air hissing as it rubbed against her trouser legs.

If this blow had landed, it would have been enough to break a solid wooden stake as thick as a bowl.

But she still subconsciously left herself some leeway.

After all, this is the man Shen Wanzhou brought back.

Although she looked down on this kind of pretty face who could only type and cook.

But if she really kicked someone into becoming a paraplegic, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Wanzhou.

As long as he gets so scared that his legs go weak and he backs away, or rolls around on the ground in a sorry state.

She achieved her goal.

however.

Right there on the hard sole of the military boot was Chen Yuan's fragile carotid artery.

In that split second, less than two centimeters remained.

Chen Yuan made a move.

He did not fall backward in a panic as Leng Yue had predicted.

He did not raise his arms or make any instinctive defensive stance.

He didn't back down.

Instead, he stepped forward half a step, facing the leg wind that carried the aura of death.

This illogical action made Leng Yue's heart skip a beat.

Next, Chen Yuan's entire upper body.

With an almost eerie smoothness, it shifted slightly to the right and forward by three inches.

It's that seemingly casual three-inch distance.

Yet it was so accurate that it seemed to have been precisely calculated by a supercomputer.

That unstoppable high kick grazed past him, just above his left collarbone.

The sharp wind only stirred a few stray strands of hair that fell across his forehead.

He wasn't hurt in the slightest.

The attack missed its target!

Leng Yue's pupils contracted sharply, and her mind instantly sounded the highest level of red alert.

"not good!"

She was in mid-air, her old strength exhausted and no new strength yet generated.

The entire lower body defense was completely exposed at that moment.

In a life-or-death struggle, this could be a fatal flaw.

Chen Yuan's right hand, which had been casually tucked into the pocket of his black casual pants.

It was finally pulled out.

There were no fancy, preparatory movements.

With fingers slightly spread, his large palm swept across the air.

It was like a venomous snake that had been lurking in a dark abyss for a long time, suddenly baring its fangs.

fast.

It was so fast that even Leng Yue, a top-tier special forces soldier, could only catch a blurry afterimage.

Snapped!

A crisp sound of flesh striking flesh.

Chen Yuan's hand precisely caught Leng Yue's right ankle, which had missed its target.

Warm palms pressed against the fabric of the tight-fitting combat suit.

The five distinct fingers touched her Achilles tendon joint the moment they touched it.

It suddenly contracted.

That's not a hand.

This is clearly a heavy-duty pair of iron pliers reinforced with steel and concrete!

Leng Yue felt as if her ankle bones had been put into a hydraulic press.

An overwhelming force locked her joints tightly.

A creaking sound came from between the bones, unable to bear the weight any longer.

Intense pain shot straight up to the top of the head from the nerve endings.

"you……"

She only managed to squeeze out a broken syllable through her teeth.

Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with a cold, lifeless stillness.

There was no mockery, nor the ecstasy of the victor.

Only absolute control over the battle.

His right arm, gripping Leng Yue's ankle, bulged instantly beneath his white T-shirt.

The powerful lines stretched the fabric of the sleeves taut.

The core strength of the waist and abdomen tightens suddenly.

Using the momentum of Leng Yue's body in mid-air, he smoothly completed a half-turn.

call--!

A dull whistling sound echoed through the underground fighting room.

Leng Yue's 130-pound body, covered with firm muscles.

In Chen Yuan's hands.

It was as light as a weightless rag doll.

He lifted it up with one arm.

It drew a powerful and unparalleled semi-circular arc in mid-air.

Then, with the force of a thunderbolt, it slammed heavily onto the ground.

boom! ! !

A terrifying, earth-shattering bang.

Reverberating within a professional training room that spans the size of three basketball courts.

The enormous impact slammed a deep crater into the thickened blue shock-absorbing judo mat.

Even the high-strength cement flooring underneath.

A deep, unsettling tremor emanated from them.

The protective padding on the wall trembled slightly.

The high-powered shadowless lamps overhead emitted a faint humming sound under the violent shock.

The cold moon was slammed solidly onto the cushion.

The moment when your back makes large-area contact with the mat.

All the oxygen in the lungs was forcibly squeezed out by this savage force.

"Well!"

She opened her mouth wide and made painful gagging sounds.

My chest felt like it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

My vision went black instantly, and countless blinding stars exploded in my eyes.

It felt as if all the internal organs had shifted at that moment.

The intense soreness spread from my spine to my limbs and bones.

Her resilience, honed through years of fighting, was no match for this over-the-shoulder throw.

It appears both ridiculous and fragile, like a windowpane that could be torn at the slightest touch.

A good ten seconds or so passed.

The suffocating feeling of impending death gradually subsided.

Leng Yue managed to regain a semblance of breathing rhythm.

His chest heaved violently as he gulped down the rubbery air.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It slipped into my eyes, causing an unbearable sting.

She felt weak all over, and had no strength left to even lift a finger.

He could only lie on the mat like a lump of mud.

My vision gradually cleared.

That cold, deep, and expressionless male face.

Against the blinding white light of the operating lights, it appeared directly above her field of vision.

Chen Yuan maintained the posture of having one hand in his pocket.

That white cotton T-shirt didn't have a single extra wrinkle.

His breathing was steady and long, without the slightest hint of rapidness.

It felt as relaxed and carefree as picking a tomato casually in the backyard.

Not a single drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is a chasm that leaves one so hopeless that one cannot even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Leng Yue's heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

As an ace who fought his way out of the world's top mercenary training camp.

She knew all too well what that move meant.

That unconventional reaction speed, that flawless prediction.

And the overwhelming power that takes the aesthetics of violence to its extreme.

The man in front of me is not a business tycoon at all.

It's not some top-tier hacker hiding behind a computer.

This is an ancient tyrannosaurus rex, draped in human skin, that crawled out of a battlefield of corpses and blood!

That deep-seated fighting instinct and muscle memory.

It was absolutely bred through countless life-or-death battles.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Leng Yue wanted to speak.

My throat felt so dry, like I'd swallowed a handful of scalding hot glass shards.

All it could produce was a series of violent coughs.

Her presupposition was that "Wanzhou found a gigolo who needed to be protected."

In this very second.

Chen Yuan's careless toss completely crushed it into countless fragments that could not be found on the ground.

Monsters whose individual combat strength reaches the ceiling of humanity still need others to protect them.

Then there would be no safe place in this world.

Chen Yuan ignored the turmoil of shock in her eyes.

His cold, hard gaze swept indifferently over her disheveled appearance lying on the mat.

Chen Yuan, looking down at her, loosened his grip on her ankle and straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt cuffs: "Your lower body is too weak. You need to get it retrained. You can't protect Wanzhou with these skills."