Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Still thinking that it would give him a surprise, but in the end, it didn't.

"Able to stick to 27 laps without falling behind, physical fitness is pretty good." Zuo Yan was not disappointed, and accepted calmly, "Fu Siling is a mid-level fighter after all, 30 laps, he is still lightly dressed, a trivial matter for him. ."

"Junior combatants are playing, that is, Anxia's current level."

Having said that, Lei Hongtao thought of An Xia's personal information, which mentioned that her strength was close to that of an intermediate special fighter, and his expectations were inevitably high.

Zuo Yan understood why Lei Hongtao was a little disappointed at this moment, and chuckled, "Look at the open point, you don't know, personal information is somewhat exaggerated."

"It's not that Bo Tuan said that Xia Hou Zhan will always disdain to cheat, and instantly raised my expectations. Sure enough, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment." Lei Hongtao sighed.

It's better to be pragmatic and don't have unrealistic dreams!

Not far away, Bo Lirong, who had answered the phone, asked his side who had been staring at the paperwork on the court, "How many laps have you made?"

"On the twenty-seventh lap, Fu Siling started to sprint." The clerks stared at the court, and his heart became tense.

Fu Siling sprinted, but An Xia hadn't, and she didn't know if she still had the energy to catch up. ,

Bo Lirong, whose eyes were tight, approached the onlookers directly, halfway through, and asked the document by the way, "Look, can An Xia make it?"

"If An Xia's personal information is 100% true, it is expected to be tied with Fu Siling, even on the same level." The document also replied very pertinently, "Her grades have reached the level of an intermediate fighter."

Bo Lirong nodded slightly, agreeing to what the document said.

I hope it will be a tie, otherwise, her life here will not be easy.

Qiao Jiquan and the three of them are also discussing whether An Xia can win.

"The probability of winning is not very high. Lingshen has already sprinted, and An Xia hasn't yet." Jiang Wenbin said: "However, she has been able to persist until now, it is already very good."

On the 27th lap, An Xia has not fallen behind, which has surprised them a lot.

Because Fu Siling did not show mercy, and always ran at his speed.

An Xia was able to keep up, it was powerful enough.

The final sprint is really not ashamed to lose.

Qiao Jinian and Jiang Xiaohong also thought so. It is no longer something ordinary fighters can do to be able to hold on to the 27th lap without falling behind Fu Siling.

Changing a few of them can barely keep up.

"It's a glorious defeat!" Qiao Jinian had just finished speaking, and his pupils shrank sharply.

What did he see?

He saw An Xia... unexpectedly... speed up!

"Fuck! She still has the strength to speed up?" Jiang Wenbin accurately expressed what the other two said in their hearts.

It's not!

An Xia still has the strength to speed up!

Lei Hongtao and Zuo Yan were also shocked.

"Lao Lei, this time Fu Siling is afraid that he will have some trouble." Zuo Yan kept his eyes fixed, and his voice was somewhat straightened, "She is obviously faster than him."

No!

Lei Hongtao clenched his fists, his heart raised his throat, "Her speed is quite mysterious."

After running twenty-seven laps, he can run out of the afterimage soon, so mysterious! It's so mysterious!

I don't want to run twenty laps at all, it's more like just starting.

Sprinting, Fu Siling heard the clenching footsteps behind him, his eyes sank, so fast footsteps, so fast!

In a flash, An Xia, who was originally behind him, rushed up.

In the scorching wind, she heard her cool voice, "The end is waiting for you."

It was exactly the same as what I said to her just now.

She was returned again.