The entire venue fell silent as Xiao Qiao coolly blew a kiss to the audience. She was wearing an earth-toned tank top and red shorts, her long hair tied up. Her hair was perfectly normal, yet her fashion sense was always so distinctive. Her honey-toned skin glistened with sweat, as if coated with a layer of honeyed wax. Her flamboyant smile was like the noonday sun, so fierce that others couldn't keep their eyes open—she truly was the Invincible War God with her own halo.
Wesley listened to the cheers echoing around him, his face expressionless.
He had to admit, it was an outstanding match. Xiao Qiao fought brilliantly, and even though she was initially knocked down, her comeback was remarkable—a rare feat.
Xiao Qiao earned 50,000 US Dollars from this match, but today she won 300,000 US Dollars. Looking at the check, Xiao Qiao envisioned a sniper rifle—albeit not a very impressive one.
