He had been captivated by Tang Lanyan the moment he first saw her, and later completely won over by her character. He had never encountered a woman like her—so powerful and perfect, seemingly indifferent to gender distinctions, like a beautiful Valkyrie hunting with confident elegance in the Amazon.
A wave of regret washed over him: how could he have betrayed the captain? Then again... while she treated everyone equally and maintained a consistent demeanor, there was one exception...
That person was Li Dong—a rookie member.
Tang Lanyan reserved her tenderness and the warmth of her embrace solely for him; the others could, at best, feel the smooth, tingling warmth of the soles of her feet.
In reality, Li Dong's true identity was being kept under wraps by Zhao Zhiran and Tang Lanyan; to everyone else, he appeared to be just an ordinary team member.
No one had the slightest idea that he was, in fact, the renowned "Martial God." Even so, the team members' jealousy was not without reason; from the very beginning, Tang Lanyan had treated him differently—even a woman like her, who stood aloof and independent, possessing great strength and autonomy, and who never even thought of herself in terms of traditional femininity.
Yet, in her interactions with Chizi, she found herself drawn to his pure, guileless heart; the purer one's own nature, the more easily one is captivated by such unadulterated sincerity.
Perhaps it was precisely this envy of the purity, the perfect rapport, and the unspoken affection between the two that planted the seeds of jealousy in the team members' hearts.
He cried out "Captain," his heart filled with regret, reaching out as if to salvage something, only to be overwhelmed by a surging tide of pleasure as Tang Lanyan rose and fell in a rhythmic, straddling motion.
Her powerful vaginal muscles clamped tightly around his cock, rippling and squeezing; the sensation was so intense it made the shaft tingle and ache, while the pressure was so strong it nearly lifted his waist and hips off the ground.
Yet, even as his cock was buried deep within the Captain's most intimate depths—engaged in the ultimate act of physical intimacy between a man and a woman, something even Li Dong had never experienced—he knew the truth.
To Captain Tang Lanyan, he was an "enemy." That vigorous, squeezing undulation and the bone-melting pleasure were simply the "weapons" she was using against him.
Tang Lanyan rose and fell upon his cock, her long legs and firm, rounded buttocks moving in rhythm; every thrust drove him in to the hilt. Her lush, succulent folds were stretched wide, her inner lips and tender flesh blooming around his massive cock, leaving behind streaks of white fluid that stretched into long, glistening ribbons.
*Smack!*
With every heavy downward thrust, a thick, white fluid—resembling viscous yogurt—was squeezed out and splattered in all directions; this was the most primal, unadorned, and intense form of physical combat between a man and a woman.
Even in this kind of battle, she remained the undisputed Queen of Combat!
The man beneath her shuddered violently, gasping with a guttural rattle; his lower abdomen quivered uncontrollably—he had clearly suffered total defeat, ejaculating his final load of semen.
Tang Lanyan lifted her legs, and with a soft *pop*, her lush, full labia released the glans of his penis. Left exposed to the air, the rigid member continued to twitch and spurt jets of thick semen.
The pungent, musky scent of semen—reminiscent of hawthorn blossoms—permeated the clearing in the woods.
The Southeast Asian man, having recovered, attempted a sneak attack from behind. Tang Lanyan dodged aside as if she had foreseen the move; simultaneously, she swung her leg high, delivering a heavy blow to the back of the attacker's neck as he lunged into empty air.
*Thwack!*
Tang Lanyan had realized that the foreign object deep within her lower abdomen only generated heat when she activated her supernatural abilities; it was likely a safeguard planted by Luo Shaowen to suppress her powers.
However, as the Queen of Combat, Tang Lanyan had gradually figured out how to circumvent this. She possessed not only supernatural strength but also martial arts skills honed through study and practice alongside Xiao Dong.
She had even attained the realm of "Internal Mastery" (*Hua Jin*), and she vaguely sensed that this internal energy was not subject to the strange suppressive forces of this space.
Moreover, channeling internal energy didn't seem to trigger the foreign object. Besides, Tang Lanyan knew that the device had inevitably passed through Zhiran's hands; she trusted Zhiran to have made some sort of provision for this. However, she could not rely entirely on Zhiran's arrangements; the most crucial thing was to fully restore her physical strength. Her internal energy relied heavily on stamina, so to break through her limitations and regain her freedom, she had to replenish the energy she had expended.
Seeing the former teammates regaining their vigor and closing in on her, Tang Lanyan did not rush straight into combat; doing so would inevitably force her to use her abilities, trapping her in a cycle of ever-increasing physical exhaustion.
Yet, the key to breaking the deadlock lay right there with the former teammate who had collapsed unconscious on the ground.
Moreover, in this barren jungle, the only way to restore her energy and replenish her stamina was to rely on...
As a pure warrior—and one who had previously had a chip implanted in her body (which, while unable to control her, had made her keenly aware of the "weapon" possessed by the enemy)—she viewed the situation differently now.
To her, the method of defeating an enemy was no longer limited to physical blows; the concept of victory in a different kind of "hand-to-hand combat"—specifically, a battle of flesh—had taken root in her mind.
Tang Lanyan crouched over the Southeast Asian man. Amidst his look of astonishment, she reached out to lift his cock. The man swallowed hard; before his eyes, the "Warrior Queen's" massive breasts rose high, their rosy, erect nipples swaying gently with her breathing, causing his cock to stir and throb with anticipation.
She glanced at the man, then lowered her head and extended her pointed, pink tongue. The man had a long foreskin that partially covered the glans when not fully erect.