After all, Tesla was just a scientist. She did not possess the powerful strength the others had.
To prevent any problems, she would naturally receive some extra care.
But judging by the sweat on Tesla's forehead, it probably only made things a little easier.
It was still hot when it needed to be hot.
She just would not suffer heatstroke.
She could not exactly collapse halfway through the race, could she?
"Phew... phew... I really... can't take this anymore..." Tesla wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Durandal, in her Golden Durandal state, resisted the intense heat and ran without saying a word.
Bella?
Bella was not afraid of heat at this level at all, so her speed had not slowed in the slightest.
"Dr. Tesla, are your shoes going to be a problem?" Durandal suddenly asked.
Tesla turned back curiously. "Why do you ask?"
"Because they're smoking."
"Eek! Aahhh! Oh no! They overheated!" Tesla looked down and found that her shoes really were smoking.
She hurriedly slowed down in fright.
Otherwise, if those shoes exploded later, she would be sent flying!
Who knew whether she might even get launched into the sky?
How should she put it?
Tesla only knew the race had something to do with stamina. Who would have thought high temperatures were involved too?
Thus—
Tesla began to slow down, successfully stopped on the ground, and shut off the machine.
From here on, she really could only rely on her physical strength to move.
Helplessly—
Tesla sighed, spread her legs, and continued forward.
Meanwhile, Durandal and Bella had already pulled far ahead of Tesla.
But there was nothing she could do now except slowly catch up.
She should have installed an ultra-powerful cooling system back then.
Now, she could only find a way to endure this track