The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 Conditioning the Body

She initially wanted to tell him it was unnecessary, but seeing his fierce, protective rage, she accepted the video files.

“Alright, thank you.”

Her eyes curved into gentle crescents.

Watching her smile, a bright, satisfied grin spread across Noah’s face as well.

Damian and his entourage departed with faces dark with festering resentment.

Meanwhile, Isabella and the boys hung around the paddock for quite some time.

Jasper and the others pestered Isabella relentlessly to teach them riding techniques.

After some thought, Isabella showed them a few practical handling tips while withholding the rest.

Most of her maneuvers were suicidal combat reflexes that ordinary riders could never replicate.

Furthermore, civilian circuits lacked the live–fire hazards required to ignite that level of hyper- adrenaline focus.

Her skills had been forged hunting monstrous beasts across apocalyptic battlefields rather than refined in sterile academies.

However, since her former squadmates had included trained superbike specialists, she streamlined those classical drills for Jasper’s group.

The boys were left staring in complete speechlessness.

Tristan and the others had rolled up their sleeves with eager excitement, itching to master pro- level maneuvers.

Only to discover her driving philosophy was wildly unorthodox, with every trick deadlier than the last.

Every single movement flirted openly with death.

One by one, the boys waved their hands in polite refusal.

It wasn’t that they lacked spine–they simply didn’t possess her terrifying, suicidal nerve!

Moreover, her driving style was ridiculously aggressive!

Every single stunt required her monstrous physical strength to execute.

Jasper stood there scratching his head in utter disbelief.

Scurrying over to squeeze Isabella’s arm, Jasper grumbled, “Weird… There isn’t even a trace of bulky muscle!

“It’s so soft and slender–where does that crazy horsepower come from?”

Puzzlement was written all over his face.

If they pushed past their physical limits and crippled their joints, it would create unnecessary grief.

Declan and Tristan snapped their heads toward Isabella with eager anticipation.

Silas adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses, asking in a measured whisper, “Bella, are there any adverse side effects in this regimen for ordinary people?”

He emphasized the point, worried Isabella might overlook the medical implications.

Observing her earlier feats, he deduced Isabella was naturally gifted with anomalous biological strength.

What if her specialized routine was suitable only for unique constitutions like her own?

Good intentions can sometimes lead to disastrous outcomes.

Silas never doubted Isabella’s goodwill, but feared her inexperience might cause unintended harm.

Hearing Silas’s caution, Jasper and the boys regained their composure.

Raised in military households, they knew tactical conditioning protocols targeted specific physiological baselines–otherwise, special forces screening wouldn’t exist.

Certain physical paths demanded raw genetic affinity.

Hearing his concern, Isabella smiled reassuringly, “That won’t be an issue.”

After a brief pause, she added, “I can compound customized herbal bath extracts tailored to each person’s baseline, dialing in an individualized conditioning routin