92: Chapter 92 Zhang Man VS Natasha

"Hahahaha!"

Natasha suddenly burst into a hearty, even somewhat bold and rough, peal of laughter.

She stuck out her firm, fair tongue to lick the remaining strong liquor off her lips, then spoke loudly to Su Chen in Russian-accented Chinese with a heavy trill:

"Hey! Chinese man!"

"This hover train of yours is really cool! It's a hundred times cooler than all the pieces of junk I've ever seen combined!"

Natasha did not hold back her praise, but immediately changed the subject, a wild, extremely combative smile appearing on her exquisite face.

"But on this wasteland of ours, in these ruins where only gods can tread, having a fast vehicle isn't enough."

"If you run into those machine guards as thick as city walls, can your little frame withstand one of their punches?"

"I, Natasha, hate nothing more in this life than soft-bellied cowards who only know how to hide in metal shells. I only respect true powerhouses who can smash a monster's head into its stomach with their own fists!"

These words, full of provocation and heavy pheromones, echoed clearly across the empty plaza.

Hearing this, Zhang Man was like a tiger cub whose tail had been stepped on, flames of anger instantly erupting in her large eyes.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting, you big-chested, brainless violent woman!"

Zhang Man pointed unceremoniously at Natasha's nose and cursed, "A single finger from my Train Master could poke right through your ice-breaking train! Who do you think you are, daring to question our supreme King here?!"

Facing Zhang Man's angry rebuke, Natasha didn't get angry; instead, she looked with interest at the silver-grade Valkyrie Exoskeleton Armor on Zhang Man.

"Oh? Quite the temper, like a little cat in heat."

Natasha's proud, prominent chest trembled slightly. She arched her beautiful golden eyebrows, her aggressive eyes locking onto Su Chen's calm, unruffled face once more.

"Since your women have so much confidence in you, as the boss, do you dare to accept my test, Natasha?"

As she spoke, Natasha casually set the half-bottle of top-grade century-old vodka down on a nearby stone pillar with a "bang."

"Come on! Chinese man!"

"Compete with my people in a contest of pure physical strength!"

"If you win, this top-grade vodka that I've treasured for a long time, which can instantly ignite the blood in your whole body, will be yours as a greeting gift from me, Natasha, to a powerhouse!"

"But if you lose..."

A curve appeared at the corner of Natasha's mouth.

Facing Natasha's unbridled and wild provocation, the air in the white jade plaza seemed to freeze at that moment.

Those fully armed, burly men of the Winter Legion all stared fixedly at Su Chen with the fierce eyes of predators looking at prey.

In the rough logic of these Siberians, the only things that matter on the wasteland are fists and vodka.

Whoever has harder muscles has the right to speak in this divine realm ten thousand meters in the sky.

However.

As the center of this standoff storm, Su Chen's handsome, cold face did not ripple in the slightest.

His deep, abyssal eyes quietly watched the Russian beauty before him, who stood one meter eighty tall and radiated explosive strength and ultimate sexiness.

A sense of helpless amusement suddenly welled up in Su Chen's heart.

"Does this big-chested, brainless foreign woman really think that her pitiful brute strength qualifies her to make me, the Train Master, personally get into a brawl with her?"

Su Chen sneered inwardly.

He was the peerless overlord of the majestic train no. 0099, the pioneer who had just been announced by the Heavenly Dao System in a golden server-wide broadcast for forcibly pulling the entire wasteland's technology tree into the Cruise Era!

If every Tom, Dick, and Harry who jumped out to provoke him required him, the boss, to personally roll up his sleeves and fight...

Then were the peerless, monstrously powerful Valkyries harem he kept behind him only meant for warming his bed in the master bedroom at night?

A true superior never needs to use their noble fists to prove anything to the ants at the bottom.

Su Chen shook his head slightly, a lazy and absolutely calm smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't even take his hands out of the pockets of his black tactical trench coat.

He just turned his head very casually, casting a gaze filled with unquestionable, overbearing majesty toward Zhang Man, who was standing beside him, her bones already clicking from anger.

"Zhang Man."

Su Chen's magnetic, cello-like deep and pleasant voice rang out slowly across the silent plaza.

"Since this Russian guest from afar is in such high spirits and wants to play the most primitive game on the wasteland."

"Then you take my place, go down there, and keep her company for a warm-up."

At this point, Su Chen's eyes suddenly became as sharp as blades.

"Remember, don't lose face for our train no. 0099."

"I want you to use the most intuitive way to tell this group of drunkards just how ridiculous their proud muscles are in front of the Dragon of Huaxia."

Hearing this order from the Train Master, which felt like a divine oracle,

a bloodthirsty smile of extreme fanaticism instantly bloomed on Zhang Man's small, wild, and beautiful face!

"As you command! My supreme master!"

Zhang Man roared excitedly, her voice filled with the extreme agitation of finally being able to break free from her chains and slaughter in all directions.

This humanoid female tyrannosaurus had long since lost patience with this big-chested blonde who dared to talk nonsense in front of the Train Master!

In Zhang Man's simple and brutal thought process, the Train Master Su Chen was the only god on this wasteland!

Anyone who dared to disrespect the god had to be crushed, bone by bone, using the most brutal physical methods!

Zhang Man didn't hesitate to stride out from behind Su Chen with her firm, long legs.

As she walked, she reached out and grabbed the zipper of her grey-black tactical windbreaker.

"Riiip—!"

With a crisp tearing sound, Zhang Man violently ripped off the coat and tossed it onto the white jade floor beside her.

Under the unobstructed, blinding sunlight at ten thousand meters in the sky,

Zhang Man's upper body, clad only in a pure black, tight-fitting racerback sports tank top, was revealed without reservation to the eyes of all the Winter Legion soldiers.

Unlike Natasha's exaggerated, almost explosive voluptuousness,

Zhang Man's figure presented a perfect, athletic physique, full of streamlined and ultimate explosive power, like a leopard.

Her bronze skin, tempered by years of brutal combat, faintly shimmered with the hard, metallic luster unique to the B-grade talent [Steel Body].

Her two arms, which looked not thick but even carried a touch of feminine softness, were now bulging with perfect, clearly visible muscle lines like steel cables as she walked.

Not only that.

If one looked closely, they would discover

that along the edges of Zhang Man's tight tank top, a few silver-white metal contours were faintly visible.

That was the micro-powered skeleton of the latest [Valkyrie Exoskeleton Armor - modified], custom-made by the top-tier Mechanic Ye Qingyu to perfectly fit Zhang Man's close-quarters combat style and hidden beneath her clothing!

This skeleton not only wouldn't affect any of Zhang Man's flexibility but could instead provide her muscles with doubled, terrifying mechanical kinetic energy the moment she exerted force!

Zhang Man twisted her neck, emitting a bone-popping sound that made one's scalp tingle.

She walked straight to a massive piece of old-era aircraft carrier mechanical wreckage at the edge of the plaza.

This wreckage was cast from the highest-strength aircraft carrier deck steel; its surface was flat, making it the perfect table for a test of strength.

"Bang!"

Zhang Man unceremoniously slammed her metallic-shimmering right elbow heavily onto the hard mechanical wreckage.

She leaned forward slightly, her vicious eyes, like those of a female leopard, staring fixedly at Natasha not far away.

"Come on, Russian girl who likes playing with big guns."

Zhang Man grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and hooked her finger provocatively.

"Didn't you want to compete in pure physical strength?"

"The most primitive arm wrestling, dare to accept?"

Seeing that Su Chen actually didn't step into the arena himself, but instead sent one of his female subordinates to accept the challenge,

a flash of undisguised disappointment and intense anger instantly crossed Natasha's exquisite, sculpted face.

In her eyes, this was the most serious slight against her, the overlord of the second-ranked global region!

"Hmph! Arrogant Chinese man!"

Natasha snorted coldly to herself.

"Do you think you can test the bottom line of this Siberian giant bear of mine by just sending out a little kitten?"

"Since you are so arrogant, I will break the arm of this woman who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth right in front of you!"

"I want you to know that the price of slighting the Winter Legion is one you simply cannot afford!"

After making up her mind, Natasha walked forward without hesitation.

Her tall, wild figure, standing at a full one meter eighty, stood before Zhang Man, who was just over one meter seventy, bringing a strong sense of condescending visual oppression.

"Little sister, your muscle lines are indeed very beautiful, like a model who often goes to the gym."

As she spoke, Natasha pulled over a heavy ammunition box to use as a stool and sat down on the other side of the mechanical wreckage in a bold, unconstrained manner.

"But in the face of true life-or-death combat, this kind of muscle, meant only for looks, is as fragile and vulnerable as glass."

Cruel light flickered in Natasha's ice-blue eyes.

"If you can't stand the pain later, remember to cry out loud; I might consider leaving you one intact bone."