Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 248 Senior...it's you

Leafalu's heart couldn't help but surge with emotion, and she couldn't help but compare and sigh.

While he was struggling with tension and panic, Northern Xuanju displayed the demeanor of a calm general.

As a horse girl from the classic year, Northern Black Colt... has she become so powerful?

Feeling the extraordinary calmness of her peer and rival, Leafa was both amazed and shocked, and unconsciously felt admiration.

She realized that no matter what others said, no matter how she analyzed it before the game, no matter what she originally thought.

In fact, there is indeed a big gap between him and the Northern Xuanju.

However, it was this moment of realization that caused a hint of fighting spirit to appear in her originally nervous eyes.

As expected...it can't compare to the north.

But this Arima Memorial...is not over yet!
I must keep up with her. I...it's not time to admit defeat yet!
The changes in the situation on the field naturally cannot escape everyone's eyes.

In the audience, the already boiling atmosphere became even more frenzied due to this sudden change.

Everyone stood up, their eyes wide open, staring at the track, afraid of missing any exciting moment.

The commentator's voice had become hoarse from excitement, but he still announced at the top of his lungs:

"Dear audience! The golden ship is coming!
"Like a flash of golden lightning, the golden ship is sprinting madly!

“Wherever she went, the contestants were shocked and the situation became chaotic!
"She's already rushed to the center of the team...approaching the vanguard!

"but!"

The commentator suddenly changed the subject:
"Northern Xuanju is still in the lead!
“Although tied with Leafa, Northern Black Horse is still ahead!
"Very calm. Facing the attack from behind, Northern Xuanju performed very calmly!

"With this determination, she is paying tribute to her predecessors and all her opponents!

“She is running forward with determination!

"The situation in the Arima Kinen is so unpredictable. It's unclear who will win until the very last moment..."

"It's still unknown!"

At the front of the stands, a hint of surprise flashed through the eyes of the lady.

Her eyes kept wandering over the Golden Ship and the Northern Black Horse on the track. She nodded repeatedly and murmured softly:

“Achuan, this guy, in his retirement battle… he really fought hard.

“That little guy… is so rare, so calm… is he really a kid from the classic years?

"This game...is becoming more and more interesting..."

Beside her, Golden Master and Great Shock were also staring at the field with serious expressions, as if they were analyzing the direction of the situation.

On the other side, the Emperor of the East China Sea and An Jingzhen also noticed all this.

With his hands tightly gripping the railing, his knuckles turned white from the effort, the Emperor of the East China Sea's gaze remained fixed on the golden ship for a long time, and then moved to the Northern Black Horse.

Ah Chuan, at the very end, you... can do it.

Xiaobei...you have to stay calm too. Don't be nervous. You have to stay calm...

Yasui Shinzo held the telescope, his fingers trembling slightly, and he completely forgot to raise it to his eyes.

He stared at Northern Xuanju, his lips trembling slightly as he muttered something he was completely unaware of:

"Correct... very... correct...

"This response... is absolutely correct. Stay calm, don't be nervous. Stay calm, don't be nervous..." "Xiaobei... you can do it!"

And on the track.

Behind it was a golden storm and red waves, and the Northern Black Horse stood still like a steady black monument.

Her back always maintained a perfect curvature, and her legs alternated in footsteps with a pace precise to the centimeter, each landing creating a firm drumbeat on the track.

The sunlight streamed on her black and gold winning suit, cutting her figure into sharp silhouettes, as if even the wind had to give way to this unquestionable momentum.

However, only she herself knows what kind of storms and waves are going on inside this body.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible giant hand; the beating sound like a drum made my eardrums ache, and the roar of blood rushing through my veins almost drowned out the noise of the stadium.

The throat felt dry and twitching, which was a physiological tremor caused by exertion and excessive tension.

Breathing has become a precise process that requires careful control.

Breathe in for two seconds, hold your breath for one second, and exhale for three seconds.

Originally, this "two, one, three" rhythm is like a beautiful piece of music, providing the body with endless strength.

But this rhythm that has been practiced countless times is now like a chain wrapped in thorns. If you relax even a little, it will hurt you and suffocate you.

Fine snowflakes appeared at the edge of his vision, a sign of excessive adrenaline secretion.

She could clearly feel the muscles in her back twitching slightly, and sweat slid down her spine into her suit, leaving winding trails.

But all her senses seemed to be tempered to the extreme at this moment, and she could feel more.

She could feel the contraction and stretch of every muscle:
The quadriceps brachii compressed and rebounded like a steel spring, the gastrocnemius muscles burst out with tearing force at the ends of the tendons, and the intercostal muscles pumped like bellows in sync with the rhythm of breathing...

When these muscles contract and stretch, the vibration caused by the left foot landing is transmitted to the cranial cavity through the bones, forming a wonderful resonance with the reaction force of the right foot pushing off the ground.

This resonance is a body rhythm that only a runaway horse can master, and she maintains it perfectly with the precision honed day after day.

The measurement of remaining physical strength runs in my mind like a precise balance.

She knew clearly that she was extremely lucky to have only one outburst in the early stages of this game, and that only after experiencing three more such outbursts of acceleration would the glycogen reserves in her body be reduced to a critical point.

The same measurement also includes the accumulation of lactic acid with every step and arm swing. The soreness that has become impossible to ignore reminds her that she must complete the tactical transition within the next 300 meters.

The silver-white marker at the third turn is the predetermined speed change point derived from sandbox simulation.

In the ears, the captured voiceprints are reconstructing the entire stadium:
Leafaru's disordered breathing rhythm was like a tuneless string when she was side by side. She couldn't make it to the final straight line, and the final opponent was not her;
The Golden Orchestra's horseshoes rubbed against the ground as it tried to cut inside, creating a discordant shriek. She had to avoid Leafa, who was sure to lose speed.

Wan Lai Zhengming adjusted her cadence behind her, a rhythmic three-beat rhythm characteristic of her accelerating through a corner. She wasn't necessarily going one-on-one with herself; she was prepared to go one-on-one with whoever came in first.

There are more voices and more reconstructed scenes of the stadium.

What needs the most attention is the voice chasing from the back.

Senior...it's you after all.

An indescribable emotion instantly filled Beifang Xuanju's chest.

There is excitement, joy, tension, melancholy, sadness, and reluctance...

But there is absolutely no time to savor what these emotions are.

In the center of the field of vision, the marker for the third bend is only 100 meters away.

On the silver-white surface of the pole, there was a bright red color, rapidly expanding visibly to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)