Action [6]

Ling Qingyu leaned on the wall, breathing in and out deeply. Her hurried pace showed exhaustion. Putting her visor up, she swatted away the sweat dripping on her brows and eyelids.

She swore the calories spent today were definitely more than her daily high-intensity exercise. Her figure not collapsing already proved she had enhanced her physique.

Ling Qingyu sat on the ground, not even worried about being eliminated. Life was too invincible. Perhaps her luck had twirled the bullets away from her. 

If the opposing team heard her peerless inner monologue, they would retch out their intestine in disgust. When did their accurate shots become so useless?

Of course, Ling Qingyu was having a fun mindset. She now realized how those peerless martial artists felt standing on the top of the mountain though hers was pretending for a moment.