Meeting at the Crossroads (2)

"F*ck!"

"Good!"

The black screen had risen once again so the two teams could only see the platform floating in mid-air. Just two minutes after the duel began, two vastly different exclamations erupted from the teams — under the cheers from the White Team and the curses from the Red Team — the outcome of the duel in mid-air has been decided!

Lara fell off the slate platform with a pallid face. Propping herself, she coughed a few time violently but was unable to stand up even after some time.

"Isn’t that a little too fast? No matter how weak Miss Lara is, it’s impossible that she can’t last for more than two minutes…." Chen Fan’s eyes widened as he stared at Hai Tianqing who was totally uninjured, he was utterly shocked. Hai Tianqing walked back to the grid behind the screen, looking unperturbed.