The gentle, sickly beauty is a cold and aloof general.

Stunned by the murderous aura emanating from Jun Ming, Atal's pupils constricted, and he began to take things seriously.

Jun Ming and Atal stood facing each other, their eyes meeting as if sparks were about to fly.

Suddenly, Jun Ming launched the first attack. He took a step forward and threw a straight punch. The wind from the punch whistled as it went straight for Atar's face.

Atal reacted quickly, dodging the attack by sidestepping, and at the same time raised his elbow to strike Junming in the abdomen.

Seeing this, Jun Ming withdrew his fist and blocked the attack with his arm.

They went back and forth, neither giving an inch.

The moves became faster and more powerful.

Junming and Atal's bodies collided repeatedly, producing dull thuds.

The surrounding air seemed to be stirred up by their fierce fight, forming invisible currents of air.

Atal's eyes gradually became more intense, his movements became more ruthless, and his attacks became faster.

Jun Ming kicked Atal, who jumped back to dodge.

However, Junming immediately followed up with a whip kick, catching Atar off guard and striking him in the waist.

Atal grunted, but did not back down.

He steadied himself and charged at Jun Ming with all his might, preparing to retaliate.

Jun Ming's lips curled up slightly as he dodged Atal's impact, grabbed his arm, and held Atal behind his back, trapping him firmly in his arms.

He turned and kissed Atal's earlobe, whispering something in Atal's ear:

"We were too slow. Underestimating the enemy is a major taboo on the battlefield."

With a forceful push, Atar was shoved away by Jun Ming.

Atar staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, a blush creeping onto his face, clearly a little shy.

After this ordeal, Atal took it very seriously.

"Again."

This time, it was Atal who couldn't hold back first.

Jun Ming chuckled softly. What could he do if his wife wanted to continue hitting him? He could only spoil her.

Atal adjusted his stance and charged at Junming once more. He was faster and stronger than before.

A hint of admiration flashed in Jun Ming's eyes, but he did not back down. He stood firmly in place, waiting for Atar's attack.

As Atar approached, Junming suddenly made his move.

He sidestepped Atar's attack, grabbed Atar's shoulder, and swung him away with force, using the momentum to send Atar flying half a meter.

Atal did a somersault in the air, landed, and immediately rushed back. This time he used a more agile move.

The fight was fierce and evenly matched.

Jun Ming and Atal were both very agile, and every move they made was full of power and skill.

In one confrontation, Junming seized the opportunity and kicked Atar's right foot.

Atar lost his balance and was about to fall to the ground, but Junming caught him by the waist and pulled him up.

"very nice."

"Atar managed to fight me to a draw even without spreading his wings."

"If you spread your wings, then I really won't be able to handle you."

Helping Atal to his feet, Jun Ming tapped Atal's nose with his index finger and said affectionately.

Atal opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was stopped by Jun Ming.

"I know what you want to ask, but this is the military headquarters. Let's talk about it when we get home."

Atal nodded in understanding.

Junming and Atal both exited the connection chamber.

Although only mental energy entered the simulated battlefield, the physical sensations were still transmitted in a very real way.

Jun Ming exited the connecting chamber, stretched his limbs which had been fully warmed up, and felt satisfied.

Finally, I don't feel like my joints are rusted anymore. After fighting with Atal, I feel like my body is all loosened up.

Very comfortable.

This is the perfect time to take a hot bath.

After stretching his arms and legs, Jun Ming turned to look at Atal, only to find that Atal was still in the same position as when he came out of the connection pod, staring intently at him.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and admiration.

Atal hadn't fought like this in a long time, without using wings or mental power as weapons, but fighting with his bare hands.

It was exhilarating and incredibly satisfying.

But Atal still felt it was somewhat magical.

The one who fought him and still had the upper hand was his powerful lord.

Although Junming said that they were evenly matched and fought to a draw, Atar could sense that Junming was still holding back a large part of his strength and had not fully revealed it.

Atal was certain that Jun Ming's skills far surpassed his own.

Seeing Atal's expression, Jun Ming smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"What, too shocked to speak? I never imagined your lord had such a formidable side?"

Atal then came to his senses, his face turning red. "I really didn't expect that."

"Okay."

Jun Ming reached out and pinched Atar's cheek, then leaned down and kissed him.

"If you want to know anything, just go home and ask."

"As for Atar's question, I will answer it to the best of my knowledge and leave nothing unsaid."

Atar looked up at Jun Ming, his eyes sparkling.

"The lord said that once we get home, no matter what I ask, he will tell me the truth."

Jun Ming looked at Atal and nodded firmly, "What I said always stands."

Atal carefully cleared the usage records of Junming in the simulated battlefield this time. After confirming that there were no errors, he left the training room with Junming.

A male insect fighting a general of the legion to a standstill—whether true or not—would cause a huge uproar if discovered by other insects.

It's better to be cautious.

Back in Atal's office, Atal continued his work, while Jun Ming sat quietly to the side, browsing his personal terminal, looking at posts, and watching some of the drama unfold.

He was so bored that he just stared blankly at Atal, who was working diligently.

Atal, who was working diligently, would look up whenever he took a break and see Jun Ming staring intently at him.

Their eyes met, and Jun Ming smiled gently at him. Atal would always shyly look away first.

However, this did not prevent Atar from looking at Junming again.

The afternoon passed by so quickly.

At the last second, Atal put away the documents and looked up at Jun Ming with some excitement.

"My lord, it's time to leave work. Let's go."

The female soldier on duty at the gate was bored and wondered which female soldier would be the first to leave the military headquarters that day. She found that the first one to leave work on time was General Atal, whom she had admired for a long time and regarded as her idol.

Oh, and there's his male lord leading him by the hand.

The male insect, who was personally led to General Atar's office by the female soldier on duty near noon, left the military headquarters with his female insect at the end of the workday, without any haste or impatience.

[Truly worthy of being my idol; even his powerful ruler is so unique.]