"Bang!"
An armored vehicle, like a piece of rotten wood struck by a rhinoceros, crashed to the ground with a sickening sound.
James withdrew his black hand, still carrying wisps of wind-attribute battle aura. Although this attack wasn't as powerful as condensing air and violently compressing it to create plasma, it was still a well-prepared and deliberate strike that would inflict significant damage on Tang Lanyan.
However, James wasn't worried at all that Tang Lanyan would die from this attack. Putting aside how pointless it was, just based on the title "Battle Queen," he refused to believe that Tang Lanyan would die so easily.
What he wanted was a "Battle Queen" who was surrounded, deprived of food and water for a long time, weakened to the extreme, and then severely injured by his full-force attack, powerless to resist, and completely at his mercy, to be toyed with like a cat playing with a mouse.
Before becoming a superhuman, his hobby was robbery and brawls, a daily occurrence in the Black community. His easiest targets were Chinese-owned restaurants; a strong, fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Black man could storm in with an aura almost comparable to a chimpanzee.
To save his livelihood, the restaurant owner, remarkably thin compared to the Black man, had no choice but to intervene.
But James shoved him aside like a cat toying with a mouse, using his immense strength to deliver a swift punch, shattering half of the restaurant owner's teeth with ease, as if he were a punching bag. The owner slumped against the wall, watching with terrified, trembling, and helpless eyes as the young Black man emptied the cash register.
For James, however, he felt no shame whatsoever. It was the law of the jungle; the thrill of bullying the weak was comparable to the pleasure of smoking marijuana…
And now, he couldn't wait to enjoy that thrill. The thought of his target being the powerful War Queen filled him with a frenzied excitement; his savagery burned like a smoldering fire, eager to be unleashed.
Watching James, grinning maliciously amidst the thin dust, rubbing his fists, he was about to rush in and drag out the War Queen, who should be dazed, weak, and covered in wounds…
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind tore through the dust, and a leg shadow, like a pillar of jade stained with dust, swept in. Its speed was so great that the remaining dust was swept away as if by a shockwave, instantly dissipating into the air and sweeping across the surroundings.
Just moments before, James had been harboring mocking thoughts, but a small, dusty, pale foot struck him squarely in the cheek. The black man's bloodshot eyes bulged, his face flushed like rippling water, and several teeth, dripping with blood, shot out.
His body, strong enough to rival that of a gorilla, scrambled into the jungle like a rag doll, sending dust and trees crashing down with a sound no less devastating than a runaway train.
As the dust settled, a tall, slender, and graceful body, as beautiful as a Valkyrie, slowly emerged. Her exposed skin was as white and smooth as snow, her figure exquisitely curvaceous, long and slender, possessing both full breasts and rounded hips, exuding feminine beauty, and taut and strong, smooth and almost devoid of excess fat.
Those powerful, shapely, and long jade-like legs were indescribably long. Together with her rounded, pear-like buttocks, they accentuated her slender waist, making her appear as thin as a water snake. Her rounded thighs seemed to be composed of taut muscles, or perhaps thin steel plates twisted together. She moved like a female leopard, and at rest, resembled a plump, heavy mass that could hardly be held in two hands.
Below her snow-white skin, almost all of it was taut muscle, yet still possessed smooth, flowing lines. Her calves were strong and arched, with rounded, upturned calves, making her ankles and shins appear incredibly slender.
Her small feet, like snow-white diamonds, miraculously showed no muscle bulges. They seemed to be delicately crafted from solidified white jade. Her small, delicate toes, like peeled scallions, remained closed even with her posture, the tips tinged with a pale orange-pink, her natural toenails like translucent agate crystal.
It could almost be said that these feet were the most incongruous feature with the title "War Queen." Even a pampered young lady who rarely walked more than three minutes wouldn't possess such smooth, delicate feet.
But if Zhao Zhiran were here now, bending down to remove her shoes, her exposed feet would likely resemble these feet—exquisite, small, and delicately plump.
This was perhaps one of the most similar aspects of these two sisters with completely different personalities.
Between her rounded hips, Tang Lanyan's V-shaped abdominal line, the division between her thighs and lower abdomen, was far more pronounced than others due to the firmness and fullness of her thighs, almost reaching the iliac crests on either side of her waist, making her lower abdomen appear even fuller and more rounded. Between her thighs, a snow-white mound of flesh opened with a thin, youthful slit, smooth and pink.
Only at the very top of the tender mounds, where the "Y" shape meets, grows a sparse patch of pale, yellowish pubescence, extremely tender and soft, not black, like the newly sprouted hairs of a young girl just beginning her period. Against the backdrop of her mature, shapely legs and full buttocks, it is incredibly eye-catching and alluring.
But even more striking are her pair of full, firm breasts, round and plump like melons, hanging like crescent moons. Thanks to the thin, resilient muscles of her armpits, these breasts, even larger than her sister's, are remarkably round and perky.
They are not teardrop-shaped like plump teardrops, but perfectly round with almost identical upper and lower curves.
The pale pink areolas are smooth as satin, gleaming with a delicate, oily sheen. Although the nipples are soft and not yet engorged with blood, they still resemble two round, slightly swollen cardamom buds, making the breasts appear even more prominent and pointed.