Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Waves of long hair draped over her luxurious shoulder ornaments.

Her figure was voluptuous and exquisite.

Below the noble long gown were those jade legs wrapped in black silk.

——She was beautiful.

Even the tone of her speech was very gentle and moist:

"General Chatham, I know you have a tradition of kissing hands, but if you dare touch mine, can you guess the consequences?"

A flicker of anger passed through the man's eyes as he snorted coldly:

"Sister Qiong, I really don't understand why you reject me. In this bunker, I am the most powerful man. If only you would join forces with me——"

"Aren't we already working together?" Sister Qiong interrupted him.

"Sister Qiong, why can't we be closer? Just let me have you..."

The man was about to make a move but was deftly avoided by Sister Qiong.

She pulled out a folding fan and gently fanned herself, a cold and merciless intent to kill emanating from her eyes.

"Last chance, General Chatham. Is this how you want to die?"

Ice Frost began to form on the fan.

Finally, General Chatham calmed down, a trace of reluctance in his eyes, he said in a low voice:

"Sister Qiong, you'll regret missing this opportunity."

"Oh? Will I?" Sister Qiong said with a cold laugh.

"You should know, every woman here wants to climb into my bed, and you have missed the chance to survive——of course, if you want to change your mind, there won't be such a chance in the future."

General Chatham took a few steps back and slowly left the room.

"Our partnership is over. Take care of yourself, Sister Qiong."

The door closed.

——General Chatham had left.

After a moment.

Sister Qiong's body slumped into the chair, gasping for air.

She frowned, lifting a corner of her top.

Blood flowed out again.

"Damn it... Why won't it heal?"

Sister Qiong took out a handkerchief, reached into her clothes, and pressed firmly onto the wound.

To stop the bleeding, she began chanting a spell.

However, the spell could not stop the blood either.

Sister Qiong's complexion turned somewhat pale, but she quickly took out a potion, chewed it, and swallowed.

After a while.

She seemed a bit more spirited.

——This was a potential-stimulating potion from the technological side.

For the average professional, using this potion during combat would yield better results.

But Sister Qiong could no longer care.

She had to maintain her perfect state, not letting anyone detect her injury.

Otherwise——

Those people would swarm over like sharks that had smelled blood.

She took a few breaths, threw the blood-soaked handkerchief into the Storage Bracelet, and took out a new piece of gauze smeared with ointment to start bandaging herself.

In the next instant——

With a nearly electric response, Sister Qiong suddenly stood up, placed the fan at her waist, and shouted:

"Who's there?"

A voice came from outside the door:

"My lord, there is an emergency situation, General Chatham requests your presence in the operations room for a meeting."

"All right, I'll be right there," Sister Qiong said.

Footsteps sounded.

The person outside seemed to have walked away.

But Sister Qiong didn't believe it.

She silently chanted a spell, putting the entire space into a mild state of isolation.

Having done this, she quickly bandaged herself, then straightened her clothes and checked herself in the mirror.

——She looked spirited, ready to kill at any moment!

Done.

Let's go to the operations room and see what the situation is.

Sister Qiong walked briskly out of her room, through the narrow tunnels, zigzagging past unburied bodies, crossed over a rift, and finally reached the operations room.

Hundreds of professionals were already seated there.

Sister Qiong steadied herself and walked forward under everyone's gaze, sitting down at the central long table.

Only four people were seated beside this table.

——Only the most powerful professionals in the underground bunker were entitled to a seat here.

General Chatham sat in the center of the table and cleared his throat:

"Everyone."

"We have been monitoring the surroundings using the magic detection devices of this underground fortress, combined with the radar technology on our side."

"Now there is an urgent crisis."

"Both the Magic Net and radar have detected an unknown monster."

"It can fly through the sky unimpeded by the sandstorm."

There was a stir among the crowd.

Even demons had to hide in the Hell Rift to avoid the sandstorm.

It was hard to imagine what kind of monster could be so powerful.

"Silence!" shouted General Chatham.

The crowd fell quiet.

General Chatham continued:

"According to the analysis of this monster's movement trajectory, it is flying straight toward us at high speed."

"Clearly, it has discovered us."

"We must immediately arrange combat responses!"

"In eleven minutes, it will land right at the entrance of our underground bunker, likely destroying the several layers of wind barriers we use to protect us from the sandstorm."

"Qiong, can you take people to defend the first defense line? Any problems?"

All eyes turned to Qiong.

Before Qiong spoke, General Chatham spoke again:

"Since you were wounded battling the ghostly creatures two rotations ago, you've had your rest. Now it's your turn to fight."

"—How's your injury?"

Qiong replied calmly, "I can fight."

Some people can see through lies, so it was best not to continue on the topic of "injuries."

Besides.

She really had to fight anyway.

There were too many who doubted her competencies; their malicious gazes and hidden desires, she was well aware of them.

She had to fight!

Only hoping that this time's event would not be too severe.

At least…

Let her live until the day she could meet him again.

"Third combat squad, follow me."

Qiong stood up and commanded.

She looked full of fighting spirit, overflowing with a murderous aura, her condition nearly at its peak.

Suddenly, more than a dozen professionals stood up and followed her outside.

Everyone watched silently at this scene.

A flicker of confusion passed through General Chatham's eyes, then he said:

"Good, now we'll set up the second defense line… And I will personally lead the team, guarding the third defense line."

Time was pressing.

Everyone sprang into action!

Outside the underground bunker.

Qiong stood at the entrance of the tunnel, directing her subordinates to set up defenses and traps.

"Boss, the monsters will arrive in fifty seconds."

One of her subordinates, holding a notebook and looking at the radar imaging on the screen, said.

"Can you tell what it is?" Qiong asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be something terrifying. The sandstorm in the sky is about a force ten or higher, but it can't move it or harm it," the subordinate reported quietly, avoiding others.

Qiong felt a bit dizzy, and her mind started to blur.

No, this was not the time to rest!

She bit her tongue to force herself to stay alert.

Damn.

Her condition truly wasn't going to last long.

Suddenly, she realized that everyone was watching her expression.

Qiong immediately smiled and said:

"Perhaps it's some powerful professional who's discovered us and wants to join our cause."

Everyone laughed.

The atmosphere slightly relaxed.

—But what professional could ignore the disaster of the winds and fly through the sky?

"It's here!"

Her subordinate said swiftly.

Qiong strode to the front of the bunker and gestured for everyone to prepare battle formations.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"Sister Qiong, you—"

Qiong looked down and saw her clothes soaked with blood.

Things had gone bad.

Her injury had worsened and could no longer be concealed.

Her heart slowly sank.

—This scene must have been witnessed by everyone else; General Chatham and the others would also see it clearly through the monitors.

The next moment.

A sound unlike the wind and sand came from the sky.

It was a whistling akin to a missile's.

Moreover, as it flew, it was pelted by the countless grains of sand, producing a high-pitched metallic clang.

What on earth was it?

Qiong covered her wound with her hand, squinting as she looked outside the bunker.

If it came to it, she would rather die alongside the monsters.

—That would be better than being treated like a plaything by General Chatham and the others.

With this resolution, she looked up to the sky.

She saw a blur of movement swiftly plummeting toward them, seeming about to crash into the several layers of the bunker outside.

But the next second.

The object slowed down suddenly, landing safely on the ground.

There was no explosion, no Magic or roaring.

It merely stood out among the sand and wind.

—But it was a tightly sealed metal box over two meters tall.

Qiong was momentarily taken aback.

This thing bore obvious signs of welding…

It was man-made…

She quickly gestured for everyone to be combat-ready while saying loudly:

"Who goes there?"

After a moment's pause.

A familiar voice came from within the large iron box:

"Guess."