The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Lin Huilian looked utterly miserable at that moment. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to speak, but no sound came out. Bright red blood flowed continuously from her mouth, like a stream, running down her fair chin and dripping onto her leather armor, forming shocking bloodstains. Each drop of blood represented the draining of her vitality, as if her soul was slowly leaving this world.

Her chest heaved violently like a drum, each breath labored and strained, as if she would suffocate at any moment. She struggled, gasping for air but unable to relieve the intense suffocation. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, their once bright pupils becoming dim and lifeless, revealing endless exhaustion and despair. The light in them gradually faded, leaving only emptiness and confusion.

Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color, as if drained of all life force. Her skin took on an unhealthy grayish-white hue, a deeply distressing sight. Even her once rosy lips had become dry, cracked, and pale, devoid of life, their former rosy glow and luster gone. Her body slumped to the ground, as if she had lost all strength, unable to support her own weight. Her limbs stretched out limply, as if she had lost control of her body. Her head drooped slightly, her hair tangled on either side of her face, making her look even more haggard.

Lin Huilian's body collapsed to the cold ground, as if every bone had been drained from it, as if she had lost all strength, no longer able to support her insignificant weight. Her eyes, once bright and lively, were now wide open, almost as if their pupils were about to burst from their sockets, a chilling sight. Her brows furrowed tightly together, forming deep furrows, and her face was filled with unspeakable pain. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to utter a final cry, a plea for help or an expression of her inner fear and despair. But alas, she had no strength left, and could only let the breath of life slowly slip from her.

Her breathing became shallower and slower, like a candle about to go out, ready to disappear completely at any moment. Every labored gasp was heartbreaking, as if one could hear the longing and struggle for life deep within her heart.

Her chest heaved violently, trying to inhale more oxygen, but her already damaged lungs were no longer able to bear such a heavy burden. Every breath seemed so precious, and every exhale made people worry whether it would be her last sigh.

Her fingers were clenched into fists, veins bulging beneath her pale skin, revealing her inner tension and unwillingness. Her nails dug deep into her palms, even scratching her skin and oozing blood, but she seemed to feel no pain, desperately trying to grasp at that glimmer of hope.

Her eyes gradually lost their luster, and their once bright eyes became dull and filled with despair and helplessness. But even so, she still tried to keep her eyes open, refusing to give up the last glimmer of hope for life.

The surroundings grew unusually quiet, with only Lin Huilian's faint breathing echoing in the air. Her body began to grow cold, a faint layer of frost covering her once pale skin. Her hair fell in disarray, obscuring her once beautiful features.

At this moment, Lin Huilian's life seemed to have come to an end. Her tragic end could not help but make people feel pity and sadness for her fate. However, all this seemed to be an inevitable ending for her. She struggled hard in the whirlpool of fate, but was eventually swallowed up mercilessly.

Lin Huilian's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. A look of disbelief etched within them, like two razor-sharp swords, piercing through everything before her, searching for a rational explanation in this chaotic world. Her brow furrowed tightly, her lips trembling slightly like a candle flickering in the wind, as she struggled to contain the emotions threatening to burst forth.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide the shock and disappointment in her heart. She couldn't understand why this had happened, why she had given so much, only to receive such a heartbreaking result. Questions kept echoing in her mind, trying to find a reason to accept this outcome. But reality was always cruel, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't change what had already happened. At this moment, Lin Huilian could only endure it all silently, savoring the pain and helplessness in her heart.

Her prowess once captivated everyone. Although she only achieved third place in the martial arts examination, her true strength far surpassed that. Just like Li Wanjun's incident, Qiu Kui's lack of strength caused her sword to fall, leading to her defeat by the top scorer, Su Qi. During this period, physical discomfort can affect a woman's ability to perform well, and she was only able to exert one-tenth of her potential. However, this didn't conceal her true strength; her actual martial arts skills far surpassed those of Su Qi and others.

On the martial arts competition stage, she was agile and graceful, like a flying swallow, each step imbued with boundless power. Her swordsmanship was like a swift and violent storm, with flashing sword shadows that dazzled the eyes.

The sword in her hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a fierce momentum and instantly stabbing at the opponent. Her sword skills were unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as gentle as flowing water, making it impossible to defend against it.

Her skills were immense, and every swing of her sword was accompanied by a powerful internal force, the wind whistling, and the air around her seemed to be torn apart. Her swordsmanship was not only as fast as lightning, but also extremely precise, and every strike could accurately hit the target.

In battle, her eyes are focused and determined, as if she can see through everything. Her swordsmanship is as beautiful as art, and every movement is full of power and beauty.

Her martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle of perfection, with strength, speed, and technique all considered top-notch. Her swordsmanship is truly breathtaking and unparalleled. In her hands, the sword seems to come alive, becoming one with her, becoming her most powerful weapon.

At that moment, her eyes seemed to burn with a flame of resentment and regret. It was the resentment at her unfulfilled ambitions, as fiery as a volcanic eruption; it was the helplessness at the injustice of fate, as still as a deep pool of stagnant water. Her fingers trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind, as if she wanted to grasp something, but they drooped helplessly, as if crushed by a heavy burden.