The sudden buzz made Jiu Ling realize that she was still in a fight. In the cockpit, her elegant body was struck as if by lightning, her pale face devoid of all color!
Sha Meng had already been automatically transported to the center of the arena. Glancing around, she could faintly hear the endless commentary from the spectators, like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
The Saudi players who had previously engaged in an argument with the Federation players were already either gone or fleeing. All that remained was a crowd of exhausted, panting roars! Jiu Ling didn't want to stay a moment longer. Without waiting for the commentator to pronounce the ironically outcome, she quickly removed her combat helmet. Her delicate face seemed burnt by raging fire, stunned and somewhat unable to recover.
The Heavenly Communication suddenly rang, but Jiu Ling did not answer it because it was not a military emergency. At this moment, Jiu Ling just wanted some peace.
