Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 250 Charge! Xiao Bei—!

With a sudden burst of strength, his muscles tensed instantly, and Golden Ship felt like a fully drawn bowstring, his whole body accumulating boundless power.

She began her final sprint.

Her long, silver-gray hair danced wildly in the wind, fluttering like a flag.

A fierce flame burned in her pale pink eyes—a burning desire for victory.

Her breathing became more rapid, but the rhythm was just right.

Each inhale feels like drawing out the surrounding air and bringing it into the body, transforming it into the driving force for forward movement.

Her steps became swifter and more powerful, and each time the horseshoes of her ceremonial uniform touched the ground, they left a deep crater.

She gradually approached the northern Black Horse.

At that moment, the commentator's voice, sharp and piercing with extreme excitement, shattered the tense, frozen atmosphere of the arena:
"The final straight! The final 310 meters! The final and most glorious sprint of the year..."

"The final showdown!"

His voice, scorched by fire, was hoarse yet brimming with exhilarating passion; every word he uttered struck the hearts of the audience with a powerful impact.

"The golden ship has come aboard! It has lived up to expectations! The giant ship, braving the wind and waves, is about to reach the harbor!"

"but……

"She's not the only one on the final stage!"

The narrator suddenly raised his voice, as if trying to vent all his emotions:

"Northern Black Steed is still in the lead! Northern Black Steed remains number one!"

"Victory Stone has finally charged forward! After a whole day of hard work, she has finally broken through the front line and charged forward!"

"Golden performers, a symphony of sounds, a bright and clear sky! They stand side by side with the golden ship!"

"This is the final chapter of the chaotic battle! They are fighting to the death! They are fighting to the death, not giving up an inch of ground!"

"Two hundred meters to go! It's still a death match!"

The commentator's speech quickened, becoming like a machine gun, precisely conveying every exciting moment of the match to the audience:

"Huang, the Golden Ship seems to be struggling a bit, the Golden Ship... has fallen behind! But she's still in the top five, she still has a chance!"
"The Golden Actress rushed forward, she overtook Shengzhishi and rushed forward!"
"A cacophony of sounds followed closely behind! She cut out! She chased after the Northern Black Steed!"

"Langri Qingtian has been overtaken. Langri Qingtian is blocked by Shengzhishi and the Golden Ship. Langri Qingtian is in great danger!"

"The Northern Steed is still in the lead! But..."

"Golden performers, a cacophony of sounds... they're charging in!!"

The commentator practically roared out those words.

At this moment, the audience had fallen into an almost bizarre frenzy.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed on the track, countless people stood up straight and shouted at the top of their lungs. Some people's throats were already hoarse, some were already incoherent, and some were so nervous that they completely forgot to breathe.

The lady had completely lost her previous languid and carefree demeanor; her hands were now gripping the railing tightly.

The railing, made entirely of metal, twisted and deformed under her almost insane force.

Her eyes widened, staring intently at the golden boat on the track, and she roared at the top of her lungs:
"What are you doing?! Charge at him! Where's the way you hit me back then?! Charge at him!"

The goldsmith, not to be outdone, roared at the top of his lungs:

"A-Chuan! Charge! What are you thinking?! Charge!"

Her face was full of anxiety and anticipation, veins bulged on her forehead, and her voice seemed to penetrate the entire arena and directly into the ears of the Golden Ship.

Clinging tightly to the railing, leaning forward, he looked as if he wanted to run himself or push the golden boat to the finish line. Da Zhenhan, still somewhat rational, didn't shout, but stared intently at the race, muttering incoherently:

"Don't rush, this kind of situation is very common, don't rush... We still have advantages, we still have opportunities... If it were me, I could handle it, and Xiao Bei can definitely handle it too... Don't rush... Don't rush..."

She murmured to herself or others as she tried to comfort herself, while closely watching the game. Fine beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead, and her hands clenched unconsciously.

The Emperor of the East Sea had long since lost the demeanor and authority of a chairman.

Like a child skipping school, she had already jumped over the hurdle with amazing jumping ability and stood on the edge of the field.

At that moment, completely disregarding her image, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"A-Chuan! Xiao-Bei! Go for it! Go for it! Xiao-Bei and A-Chuan!"

Her voice was full of passion and encouragement, her eyes fixed on the track, as if she wanted to inject endless energy into the two racehorse girls with her shouts.

As for Yasui Makoto, he once again fell into the same confusion and panic he felt during the chrysanthemum viewing.

He was completely unaware that the paint on the surface of the binoculars, which he was gripping tightly, had chipped off due to the trembling.

His lips trembled, and his throat felt like it was choked by something, preventing him from making any sound.

However, when he stared wide-eyed at the black-haired girl on the track, he noticed two figures rushing up from behind her, almost side by side.

He could no longer contain himself and let out a roar of utter panic:

"Charge! Charge! Xiao Bei!!"

Just over 100 meters from the finish line, the track resembled a powder keg that had been ignited, erupting into the most intense and frenzied battle.

Golden Ship's face was covered in sweat, and her tense facial muscles showed her strain, but she was still like a wounded but unyielding beast, exuding a dangerous aura.

Although the flame in her pale pink eyes had dimmed slightly, it still burned stubbornly.

She clenched her teeth, exerted force again, her muscles tensed like steel, and poured all her strength into each push off the ground.

The horseshoes beneath their feet kicked up a trail of grass clippings and mud, which flew like sparks, seemingly igniting the final stretch of distance.

With the sun shining brightly beside her, her gaze darted frantically between the Victory Stone in front of her and the golden ship beside her, her eyes filled with struggle and resentment, yet her steps never faltered.

Ahead, Shengzhishi fell behind again, but his pursuit was more vigorous than ever before.

Her face and eyes were full of determination, and her posture was already leaning forward as if she might fall at any moment.

She swung her arms with all her might, her eyes filled with the hopeful light of searching for a breakthrough.

In the light of hope, the golden actor is like a nimble thread, and the chorus of sounds is like a whistling wind.

The golden dancer swiftly slashed from the inside to the outside, her movements light and fluid, each leg swing drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Her gaze was firm and sharp, fixed on the Northern Black Horse that was right in front of her.

Not to be outdone by the cacophony of sounds, her steps were bold and powerful.

With each step she took, her legs, arms, and body created gusts of wind, the interplay of which seemed to conjure a mid-range symphony from nowhere.

At the forefront, the Northern Black Horse is feeling unprecedented pressure.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two figures, one light and agile, the other swift and powerful, like two sharp blades piercing straight towards my back.

Further on, the strenuous but still manageable sprint felt like a scorching flame burning down on my back.

Her breathing became increasingly heavy, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

But she knew she still had one last chance.

(End of this chapter)