Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

This time, Fu Siling didn't have the languid energy he had before, with a solemn expression on his brows that had always been jealous, clenching his fists with both hands, and speeding up again.

In the last three laps, the speed of the two became gummy.

Just a few seconds after Fu Siling passed An Xia, he was immediately overtaken by An Xia. The two of them just overtaken you and I overtake you. They ran out of the illusion of competing with Death in the last three laps.

The people who watched also shouted wonderfully.

Zuo Yan asked Lei Hongtao, "You said, is it possible for Anxia to win?"

"The chances of the two being able to win are split in half." At this moment, Lei Hongtao didn't dare to say who would definitely win.

The two sides give each other a maximum of three seconds to exceed themselves, and within three seconds, they will definitely overtake.

There are two more laps!

Qiao Ji swallowed all his throat and said dryly: "Fortunately, I didn't compare with her, otherwise, she was rubbed on the ground by her."

Fortunately, there is no comparison.

Fortunately, Lingshen was replaced.

Otherwise, the clown is himself!

Never thought of one of the series!

A fighter who has only finished his three-month recruiting period may outperform an intermediate special fighter!

No one will believe it.

Jiang Wenbin swallowed his throat and said dryly, "It's terrifying, I'm already under pressure now. I have not beaten Lingshen for a 30-kilometer run."

"It's not you, it's that none of the junior special fighters have beaten Lingshen."

An Xia, who came to participate in the selection of reserve special fighters, might outperform Lingshen.

It's incredible.

"You said, in the next three items, is Fu Siling sure to win Anxia?" Jiang Xiaohong asked, "According to Anxia's current momentum, how do I feel that Lingshen wants to win, it's a bit difficult."

...

Not too dare to say.

If this is the case, Lingshen will be hit.

These junior special fighters were also hit hard!

Creeping five laps, rolling five laps in the wheels of the big car, and then the 200-meter sniper, can these Anxia really win Lingshen?

I thought it was impossible before.

Now they are a little afraid to make a conclusion.

In case, it is possible to win!

Only the last lap of thirty laps!

Fu Siling quickly glanced at the figure running side by side with him, and was pierced by sweat into his flushed eyes, bursting with scorching brilliance.

She is the same as him, frivolous originated from confidence!

The speed is so fast that he admires it.

"You are here for the Intermediate Special Combatants." After breathing heavily, Fu Siling took the time to ask An Xia.

An Xia, who was sweating profusely, would naturally take the time to answer.

"Otherwise, why would you choose an intermediate fighter?" She was still so mad, but it was no longer literally "mad". Under the madness, she was confident enough to complete.

Therefore, it cannot be called "crazy".

It can be understood as: goal.

Becoming an intermediate special fighter is Anxia's immediate goal.

The junior special fighters were skipped directly by her and ignored.

There are still 1,500 meters in the last three thousand meters. The two are no longer distracted, no longer have any communication, and start the final 1,500 meters sprint!

Lei Hongtao straightened his eyes.

Zuo Yan's breath tightened slightly.

Bo Lirong stared at the playground, blinking less frequently.

Qiao Jiquan and the others watched intently, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

There are five hundred meters!

There are three hundred meters!

An Xia surpassed Fu Siling!

There are two hundred meters!

Fu Siling surpassed An Xia!

One hundred meters!

An Xia caught up with Fu Siling again!

The last fifty meters!

No one can surpass anyone!

As fast as you are, as fast as I am!