In the dense primeval forest, the thick, undulating undergrowth, piled high with humus, provided a habitat for countless poisonous insects and wild animals, just as it had for tens of thousands of years.
But now, this silence was shattered by a deafening roar. A jet of black sapling, tens of meters high, mixed with tree roots and fallen leaves, suddenly erupted from a spot in the forest. The shockwave caused trees within a radius of hundreds of meters to abruptly tilt, its power no less than that of a heavy bomb.
Immediately afterward, about tens of meters from the blast point, a woman with neatly tied black ponytail landed on the ground. She wore a very tight-fitting black top of unknown material, and camouflage pants commonly seen in wilderness survival gear. Her ankles, bound at the cuffs, were long and lithe, and she wore black combat boots.
This ordinary outfit, however, made her appear exceptionally slender and vibrant, subtly exuding a leopard-like sensuality and strength. Especially striking were her long, lithe legs, exceeding two-thirds of her body length, her curvaceous, firm buttocks that seemed almost weightless from the side, her slender waist like twisted steel, her perfectly muscular armpits and back, and her large, firm, peach-like breasts.
Every feature revealed the most lethal, simple, and alluring feminine beauty!
This was the Golden Triangle, and she was Tang Lanyan, here on a mission.
At this moment, her slightly thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, her clear, bright eyes fixed intently on a spot still shrouded in smoke. In an instant, a strong, muscular man with dark skin burst forth from the thick fog.
This was a Black man, his muscles bulging like an inflated balloon being tightened, revealing bulging, muscular bulges on the verge of bursting. The explosion seemed to have had no effect on him whatsoever; compared to Tang Lanyan, whose clothes were somewhat stained with dust, the Black man appeared completely unharmed.
"You are the War Queen, Tang Lanyan?"
The War Queen was a nickname given to Tang Lanyan by hostile superhumans, a nickname no one in the organization would use. Coupled with the sudden sneak attack, it was clear the attacker was an enemy, not a friend.
Tang Lanyan naturally recognized this Black man. Even though they hadn't fought before, judging from the characteristics of his sneak attack and his facial features, he was likely an American military-level superhuman named James.
His strengths lay in his battle aura and enhancement abilities, both at Lv4, making his threat level close to Lv5.
Such a powerful superhuman appearing in this primeval jungle near the border without her receiving any prior warning was highly unusual in itself, but even more unusual was James's completely unexpected ambush.
It was as if he knew she was going to pass through—and since entering the Golden Triangle, Tang Lanyan had consistently failed to complete her missions smoothly. Either she would expend considerable effort only to discover she had chosen the wrong target, or she would be inexplicably attacked by the enemy. As a result, even the steely Tang Lanyan had felt a slight fatigue these past few days.
And at her most exhausted moment, danger struck in an instant. James's premeditated and powerful attack leveled hundreds of meters of jungle; had it not been for her needle-like, keen sense of danger, she would likely have been directly struck by this attack, with unimaginable consequences.
"Aren't you going to talk?"
James, the Black man, cracked his knuckles, tilted his head, and made a series of snapping sounds. His gaze burned as he looked at Tang Lanyan's slender, graceful body, his purplish-red tongue involuntarily licking his full, upturned lips.
It had to be said that this woman was the most beautiful, agile, and powerful woman he had ever seen. There were women whose looks and figures could rival Tang Lanyan's, but they all seemed meticulously sculpted to please men; every embellishment was designed to attract attention, not to reveal genuine, natural beauty.
But Tang Lanyan's face showed absolutely no trace of artifice. Her jet-black hair, though not thin from perming, dyeing, or stretching, shimmered with an obsidian-like sheen. Her eyebrows weren't elaborate, but they possessed a natural, striking beauty, complementing her large, sharp, starry eyes, her straight nose, and her full, pointed lips.
Beneath her long, slender, and powerful neck, her collarbones were like a bow, her shoulders broad and rounded, revealing expanses of snow-white skin that resembled solidified cream. Below, the contours of her skin were defined by soft yet taut muscle lines. A pair of full, rounded breasts were encased in a special fabric that combined elasticity and support, creating a peach-shaped, upturned silhouette. The heavy, rounded mounds nestled between her slender, firm chest and ribs, extending almost to her armpits.
Moreover, Tang Lanyan wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, like bamboo shoots, clearly and distinctly arched like two small beans—compared to her abundant breasts, her nipples were surprisingly small.
Such an alluring woman, James couldn't wait to pin her down...
Even if he accidentally killed her in the battle, her lithe and voluptuous body, like a female leopard inlaid with thin steel plates, would likely not easily freeze or cool. The powerful life force contained within the flowing muscles of her beautiful legs and slender waist was visible to the naked eye!
Seeing James begin to press closer, Tang Lanyan raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of pride rising in her delicate brow. Faced with challenges, Tang Lanyan never backed down, even if her companions had betrayed her, even if she was actually in a desperate situation fighting alone.
Tang Lanyan's muscles were strong; her rounded, long legs bounced off the ground, her sturdy soles carving a large crater. Amidst the flying fallen leaves, a figure as agile as a female leopard dashed out like the wind, her ponytail whipping back into a cascade of straight, black hair. The unparalleled power she exuded was astonishing.
James crossed his arms, his iron-like muscles bulging even more. In an instant, a resounding clang, like metal clashing, rang out. James felt a numbness in his arms and was sent flying several steps back. He expected Tang Lanyan to be knocked back as well, but instead, she seemed to spin in place, her black hair swirling, a fragrance like hibiscus or orchids wafting by—not perfume, but a natural, unadulterated scent emanating from her skin and hair.
James was momentarily stunned. A woman so beautiful and so fierce—even searching the entire world, there wouldn't be another like her. No wonder she was called the "Battle Queen."