Chapter 577: A Wonderful Moment

This time, Fu Siling was no longer as lazy as before. He clenched his fists with his usual unruly brows and picked up his speed again.

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

Just a few seconds after Fu Siling surpassed An Xia, An Xia immediately overtook him. The two of them just passed each other, and they ran the last three laps out of the illusion of competing with the god of death.

People who watched it also called it wonderful.

Zuo Yan then asked Lei Hongtao, "Tell me, is it possible for An Xia to win?"

"Both of them have equal chances of winning." At this moment, Lei Hongtao didn't dare to say who would definitely win. This is a good run!

The two sides give each other a maximum of three seconds to surpass themselves, and within three seconds, they must overtake.

Two laps to go!

Qiao Jiquan swallowed her throat, and said dryly: "Fortunately, I didn't compete with her, otherwise, I was pushed to the ground by her and rubbed."

Fortunately, there is no comparison.

Fortunately, Lingshen was replaced.

Otherwise, the clown would be himself!

Never expected one of the series!

A soldier who has just completed the three-month recruiting period may outperform an intermediate special soldier!

No one will believe it.

Jiang Wenbin also swallowed his throat, and said dryly, "It's too scary, I'm already under pressure. I ran 30 kilometers lightly, and I haven't run better than Lingshen yet."

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

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

It's just unbelievable.

"Tell me, is Fu Siling sure to win An Xia in the next three events?" Jiang Xiaohong asked, "According to An Xia's current momentum, why do I feel that it is a bit difficult for Ling Shen to win?"

...

I dare not say it.

If this is really the case, Ling Shen will be hit.

These junior special fighters were also hit hard!

Crawling five laps, rolling five laps in the wheels of a big car, followed by a 200-meter flying target, can An Xia really beat Lingshen?

It was previously thought impossible.

Now they are a little bit hesitant to draw conclusions.

In case, it is possible to win!

Thirty laps and only one lap left!

Fu Siling quickly glanced at the figure who was running side by side with him again, his red eyes were pierced by sweat, and a scorching brilliance burst out.

Like him, her frivolity stems from confidence!

The speed is so fast that he admires it.

"You are here for the middle-level special forces." Panting heavily, Fu Siling still found time to ask An Xia.

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

"Otherwise, how could I pick mid-level fighters?" She was still so crazy, but it was no longer literally "crazy". Under the crazy, she had the confidence to complete it.

Therefore, it cannot be called "crazy".

Can be understood as: the goal.

An Xia's immediate goal was to become an intermediate special operator.

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

There are still 1,500 meters left in the last 3,000 meters, the two of them are no longer distracted, no longer have any communication, and start the last 1,500 meters sprint!

Lei Hongtao straightened his eyes.

Zuo Yan held his breath slightly.

Bo Lirong stared at the playground, even reducing the frequency of blinking.

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

There are still five hundred meters!

There are still three hundred meters!

An Xia surpassed Fu Siling!

There are still two hundred meters!

Fu Siling surpassed An Xia!

There are still 100 meters!

An Xia caught up with Fu Siling again!

The last fifty meters!

No one can surpass anyone!

I am as fast as you are!