9: Chapter 9 is all about being able to take a beating!

The shower gel in Wang Dachui's hand fell to the floor with a splat. It was over; he was about to suffer a social death in front of the entire army.

Twenty minutes later, the door to the premium suite was opened.

Su Qianqian rushed in with a group of experts wearing full biohazard suits and carrying detectors, looking like a crew of astronauts who had just landed on the moon.

When they saw Wang Dachui wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the sofa eating an apple with an awkward expression, everyone froze.

“Where's the source of the poison? Where's the gas bomb?” Su Qianqian's voice came through the gas mask, sounding somewhat muffled.

Wang Dachui scratched his head and gave a smile that looked worse than crying. “That... Dr. Su, if I said that was just... a normal phenomenon of the human body detoxifying, would you believe me?”

Su Qianqian suspiciously raised the vital signs monitor in her hand and scanned Wang Dachui.

“Beep—” Although the device didn't explode, the data on the screen jumped wildly like an EKG.

“Oh my god...” Su Qianqian ripped off her gas mask, ignoring the faint lingering odor in the room, and rushed straight to Wang Dachui, grabbing his wrist to check the data on his bracelet.

“This cell activity... what's going on?”

“Last night, your cell division rate actually reached 500 times that of a normal person?!”

“And your hematopoietic function... Wang Dachui, your blood right now is practically a highly concentrated nutrient solution! A single drop of this could probably revive a withered cactus!”

Su Qianqian's eyes were fanatical—a look that made Wang Dachui's skin crawl, feeling as if she might pull out a scalpel and slice him up at any second.

“Wait! Dr. Su! Don't get excited!” Wang Dachui quickly covered his chest. “I may have become stronger, but I'm still human! I'm not Tang Sanzang's flesh!”

“What about my strength? Can I punch a bull to death now?”

Su Qianqian glanced at the strength test data and shook her head with regret. “Unfortunately, while your muscle fibers are incredibly resilient and won't break no matter how much they're stretched, your explosive power hasn't significantly increased.”

“To put it simply, your body is now like a tire made of aerospace-grade rubber. It's extremely wear-resistant and tough; it won't leak no matter how much you stab it, but if you expect it to output power like an engine? You're dreaming.”

Wang Dachui: “...”

Even though he had known for a while, being sentenced by a scientist's own mouth still stung a bit.

“However!” Su Qianqian's tone shifted, her eyes lighting up. “This is a wonderful thing for the country!”

“Do you know what this means? It means you're incredibly hard to kill! It means we don't have to lock you in a safe anymore! Your survivability has surpassed that of a cockroach... oh no, it's surpassed a water bear!”

“Dr. Su, you have a very unique way of complimenting people.” Wang Dachui rolled his eyes.

Just then, the door opened again.

General Leng Feng, having finished her physical exam, walked in. She had changed into casual clothes today; the loose gray tracksuit obscured her sharp lines, but her heroic and spirited aura remained unmistakable.

However, although her complexion was much rosier, there was an unprecedented... sense of hunger in her eyes.

“Grumble...” A thunderous sound broke the harmony, and everyone's eyes turned toward the source—General Leng Feng's stomach.

This once cold and aloof Goddess of War, who could kill without blinking, suddenly turned red all the way to her ears.

She covered her stomach awkwardly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. “Um... is there anything left to eat? I was already hungry during the exam; I feel like I could eat a whole cow.”

Su Qianqian slapped her thigh. “Hungry is right! This means the embryo is developing frantically and absorbing energy from the mother! Quick! Notify the cafeteria!”

“Bring up the High-energy Exotic Beast Meat prepared for top-tier casualties! Bring up as much as you have!”

“Also, prepare a portion for Comrade Wang Dachui! He just went through Marrow Cleansing and detoxification; he's a bottomless pit right now too!”

The following scene turned into a literal 'mukbang' site.

The dining table was piled high with plates the size of washbasins. General Leng Feng had a roasted whole lamb leg in her left hand and a cup of high-energy nutrient solution in her right, eating like a whirlwind yet somehow remaining elegant.

Wang Dachui was not to be outdone. Although he didn't have the combat power of the Ancient Sacred Body, the appetite of this Sacred Body was the real deal.

“Burp—” Half an hour later, the two of them put down their chopsticks simultaneously and slumped in their chairs.

Wang Dachui looked at General Leng Feng across from him, whose complexion had clearly improved and whose skin was even glowing; he felt quite proud of himself.

This was his masterpiece! Even if his own combat power was trash, he could still 'support'!

“Wife.” Wang Dachui leaned over and asked mischievously, “How do you feel? Do you feel like you're back in top form?”

General Leng Feng felt the surging warm current within her body slowly repairing her Meridians. She nodded, her gaze softening.

“It is indeed miraculous. Although my abilities haven't recovered yet, I feel the foundation of my body is much more solid than before. This child... is very unusual.”

Speaking of which, she glanced at Wang Dachui, her gaze lingering for a moment on his much more toned arms. “You've changed too. When I walked in just now, I felt your aura... it was very heavy. Like a rock.”

“Like a rock?” Wang Dachui was displeased. “Wife, that's called being steady! It's called being firm as a rock!”

“Don't believe me? Let's spar? I feel like I have endless energy right now!”

Wang Dachui was actually itching to try. The System said his defense was invincible, and Su Qianqian said he was tough; he was desperate to know exactly how much he could take.

Looking for a fight with others would be seeking death, but sparring with his own wife was called romantic playfulness!

General Leng Feng arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Even though I can't use my abilities right now, handling a normal person like you...”

“Hey, hey, don't look down on people!” Wang Dachui stood up and struck Bruce Lee's classic pose. “I'm an Ancient Sacred Body now! Come on, hit me! Hit me hard!”

General Leng Feng looked at his punch-able face, a playful smile curling at the corner of her mouth. “You asked for it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, General Leng Feng moved.

Even without her abilities, the combat instincts of an S-grade God of War were etched into her bones. Her figure flickered, moving as fast as an afterimage.

Wang Dachui only felt a blur before his eyes and instinctively tried to raise his arms to block, but while his brain reacted, his body couldn't keep up.

Boom! General Leng Feng executed a beautiful shoulder throw, slamming Wang Dachui hard onto the thick carpet. The movement was fluid and clean.

“Ouch!” Wang Dachui fell to the ground and let out a miserable cry.

General Leng Feng was startled and quickly knelt down. “How are you? Did I throw you too hard? I forgot to hold back...” She felt a bit annoyed with herself; why was she taking a normal person seriously?

However, the next second, Wang Dachui bounced up like nothing had happened, performing a perfect nip-up.

He touched his back with a look of wonder. “Huh? It doesn't hurt?”

If that throw had happened yesterday, he probably would have had to lie in bed for half a day.

But now, aside from a slight jarring sensation upon landing, there was no pain at all! His bones didn't hurt, his muscles weren't sore, and there wasn't even a bruise!

“Holy crap! It really doesn't hurt!” Wang Dachui got excited. “Wife! Again! Kick me! Use your feet to kick me!”

General Leng Feng looked at him like he was an idiot. “Do you have a masochistic streak?”

“No! I want to test my defensive limits!” Wang Dachui patted his chest muscles. “Come on, kick right here! Don't hold back!”

General Leng Feng was a straightforward person. Seeing that he was truly fine, she didn't stand on ceremony anymore.

“Fine, then stand steady.” Boom! A kick landed right in the center of his chest. Wang Dachui took three steps back, unharmed.

“Again!” Boom! A side kick landed on his thigh.

Wang Dachui wobbled, unharmed.

“Harder!” General Leng Feng's eyes narrowed as she used about twenty percent of her strength—enough force to snap a wooden post.

Boom! Wang Dachui was kicked straight onto the sofa, leaving a dent in the leather.

“Dachui!” General Leng Feng ran over nervously.

Wang Dachui crawled out of the dent in the sofa, rubbed his chest, and chuckled. “A bit numb, like being bitten by a mosquito. Wife, haven't you eaten yet?”