For decades, she has been more than a fighter. She is an icon of power wrapped in grace, the blueprint of the badass gaming heroine who could kick your teeth in yet still make your heart race. Her timeless design needs no revision, no reinvention — because perfection never fades.

Those thighs. Divine pillars sculpted by the gods of Capcom, capable of breaking bones and souls alike. Her kicks are poetry in motion, and her backside? A masterpiece worshipped across generations of gallery art. She is elegance and temptation in one devastating package.

To kneel before Chun-Li is to admit the truth: we are but humble supplicants to her legs. A smile, a kick, a flash of those legendary thighs — and we’re undone. I’d gladly take the Spinning Bird Kick of doom, or better yet, a merciful KO by asphyxiation between her immortal legs. Because what better way to go than in the embrace of the first, the eternal, the undefeatable waifu goddess of thighs?