With her neck gripped and her back pressed against the warship's wall, Jiang Si smiled and lowered her eyelids, indicating to Agares, "You're the one who lost, Your Highness Agares!"

Agares's gaze followed her downwards, and he saw the red willow stick in her hand, its point sharpened and aimed at his heart.

Because Yanliu didn't touch Agares, he didn't feel it.

but!

If she so desired, at her speed, the stick in her hand could plunge into his heart before Agareth could snap her neck.

The 1,501 people present, including Lian Moer, watched the head coach and his wife locked in a stalemate, trembling with fear. They huddled in a corner, dumbfounded, and cursed: "Damn it! If anyone tells me that the wife is a good-for-nothing, I'll slap them so hard that even their own mother wouldn't recognize them!"

"This is trash, this is trash, this is trash! I'm the real trash! I couldn't even last a minute against the head coach, and she managed to tie him. So, this legendary trash can take me down like it's nothing."

"Hmph, even a man like the commander who beats his wife can find a wife, a wife who is so strong, fierce, beautiful and petite. Why can't I, a good man who doesn't beat his wife, find a wife? Why do so many of my blind dates not like me?"

"I admit I'm not as handsome as the head coach, not as tall, not as powerful, not as influential, not as rich, and not as owning as many properties, but... I don't beat my wife. If I had a wife, I would cherish her dearly, hold her close to my heart, and never touch, hit, or scold her!"

"Single dogs, get out of here! I want to be slapped by Madam right now. I want to be slapped by Madam. The slap Madam just gave me raised my mental strength by one level."

"Yes, yes, yes!" someone exclaimed excitedly. "My mental strength has also reached the half-level, and although my body hurts from the blow the lady gave me, my mental strength is no longer agitated."

“Lieutenant Moore, I finally understand you. I understand why you temporarily betrayed the commander and joined our team to take him down. It turns out you were the one with the most foresight.”

"So... here's the question, Lieutenant Moore, how can we get the Madam to give us another beating, or rather, two, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine, or even ten beatings? We wouldn't mind."

Moore rolled his eyes: "You're all dreaming. I've been with the commander for so long and I've only been beaten twice by the madam. You want seven, eight, nine, or even ten times? You're like a toad trying to eat a swan. You're dreaming."

Everyone: "..."

Do you have to be so blunt?

What if the lady gets into a good mood after beating the marshal and then gives them another beating?

One should have ideals.

What's the difference between someone without ideals and a salted fish?

Agares, unable to ignore the willow branch pointing towards his heart, released his grip on his wife's neck, and slowly retreated, his military boots clicking on the floor…

Jiang Si smiled and snorted softly. She straightened up and walked forward. After taking two steps, she glanced at the warship wall that she had dented. Tsk, the quality is terrible.

Agares retreated to the center of the training room.

Jiang Si followed to the center of the training room, wearing her combat uniform, her hair in a ponytail, holding a fiery red cigarette butt and pointing it at Agares, exuding arrogance and coolness: "Again!"

Agares shrugged: "The Princess Consort has priority."

Jiang Si said with a smile, "I was the one who took the initiative to beat you up just now, and now it's your turn to take the initiative, Your Highness Agares."

"Alright!" Agares responded, unleashing a thunderous and powerful attack, his fist cutting through the wind and striking Jiang Si's head.

Jiang Si stood still, when suddenly a wall of fire rose in front of her. The fire was so intense that it detonated the fire alarm system on the warship, and the fire-extinguishing water in the training room poured down like a torrential rain.

The crowd, who had been huddled in the corner shivering and watching the spectacle with adoration for their wives, were instantly drenched and looked utterly incredulous...

this…

this…

this…

Are these two a married couple?

Is this the original wife?

No way?

Some people would believe it if they were said to have fought fiercely over a small amount of family property during their second and third marriages.

Agares's fist pierced through the wall of fire, but his wife was nowhere to be seen behind it. His dark, sharp eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned around...

Jiang Si, who had already silently slipped behind him, raised her long leg and kicked Agares squarely in the chest with her booted foot.

The force was so great, like a mountain being uprooted, that it sent Agares staggering backward, his combat uniform soaked by the rushing water from the fire extinguishers.

After Jiang Si kicked the fire extinguisher, her foot landed with a crisp sound. The fire extinguisher water that fell landed on her head and then dodged away. She wasn't wet at all, except for the soles of her boots.

Agares stomped his foot, splashing water as he steadied himself. His cold, hard face was covered in water droplets, and his combat uniform clung tightly to his body.

Jiang Si walked towards him, stepping through the water on the ground.

The falling water seemed to be in slow motion, turning into tiny water droplets that floated quietly in the air.

The ginger slices passed through the water droplets, which then splashed to the ground behind her. She opened her mouth and sweetly chuckled, "Honey, didn't you say you'd give me your all? Is this all?"

The group, soaked to the bone and shivering, were speechless.

Holy crap!

Is the fierce and ruthless wife even more ruthless in a fight than the commander-in-chief?

What kind of monstrous creature is this?

The head coach is already abnormal enough.

Is she even more freakish than the head coach?

fine…

fine…

Fortunately, she didn't dedicate herself to the great cause of the People's Liberation Army. Otherwise, given her formidable strength, instead of the instructors training her, she would have helped the instructors train others, and then rise through the ranks with lightning speed, overthrowing the commander-in-chief and becoming the commander-in-chief herself.

Agares flicked the water off his hands and stared at his arrogant, gleaming little wife: "Your Highness is impressive. Is there a reward for admitting defeat?"

Jiang Si was taken aback, then her eyes widened: "Be serious, I'm really into this game, are you just going to give up and mess with me?"

Agares nodded slightly: "Alright, let's continue."

After he finished speaking, he flicked the water from his hand, which condensed into a huge fireball, and smashed it towards Jiang Si.

Jiang Si flicked her finger, and the huge ice ball met the fireball he hurled at her.

The collision of fire and ice produced a loud bang.

Flames and ice shards scattered everywhere...

Agares turned around amidst the firelight and ice shards, just as Jiang Si had ambushed him from behind. He moved behind her, his military boots slamming into her calf with lightning speed.

Jiang Si felt a sharp pain in her leg and knelt down on one knee with a thud. She leaned on the ground, turned her head sharply, and stared at Agares with excited eyes.

Agares attempted to attack again, but the cascading water transformed into ice blades that struck him directly. Forced to materialize his spiritual energy into blades, he cleaved the ice blades hurtling towards him.

Jiang Si remained kneeling on one knee without getting up. With a backhand slash, the 1.5-meter-tall Yan Liu transformed into a long stick, striking Agares's calf with it.

Agares staggered, regaining his balance, when the ice blade seized the opportunity to tear through his combat suit and pierce his skin, causing him to bleed.

Jiang Si stood up, kicked the leg that had been kicked by him, and gasped in pain. She then launched another swift and precise attack on Agares.

Hearing his wife gasp in pain, Agares' sharp, eagle-like eyes flashed with regret. He didn't dodge the willow branch she attacked, letting it strike him. He grabbed it with his other hand, pulled and yanked it, dragging his wife, who was holding the end of the willow branch, towards him.

He then twisted his hand, grabbed his wife's hand, twisted it behind her back, and pressed it down, slamming her face into the water-soaked ground: "Do you admit defeat, Princess Consort?"