Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 611 "Merely" Arima Commemoration

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, the golden ship burst into a hearty, carefree laugh.

Breaking the tense atmosphere and drawing surprised glances from those around her, she vigorously rubbed her almond-shaped eyes and her round, autumn-colored hair, and giggled:
"Don't worry, don't worry! You guys, don't underestimate Xiao Bei!"
"And Suzuka, didn't you just say that Kita isn't your average racehorse girl?!"

"Besides, this isn't the 3200-meter Amahatsu or the 3000-meter Kikukasho, it's just the 2500-meter Arima Kinen!"

To use the term "merely" to describe a top-tier G1 team like Arima Kinen is something only someone like Gold Ship would say.

Of course, given her record of winning the Tenharu, Kikukasho, and Arima Kinen tournaments, she does have the right to make such "boastful" statements.

Her words immediately drew strange looks from those around her, but her "antics" quickly eased the tension that had been building.

At this moment, the golden ship's smile faded, and a rare serious expression appeared as it looked towards the runway:
"What I meant to say is that Xiao Bei's stamina... is monstrous."

"And if I'm not mistaken..."

A playful smile curled at the corner of her lips:

"Now... she's really about to accelerate!"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the stands was stunned and quickly focused their attention on the track.

As if to prove the words of the Golden Ship, a sudden change occurred on the field.

Just as the team was approaching the penultimate corner, and all the spectators thought that Northern Black Horse would maintain its current position and enter the corner...

The black and gold figure underwent a visible change in posture.

Her forward lean became more pronounced, her arm swings increased dramatically, and the power and frequency of her strides rose to a new level.

That wasn't the slow, imperceptible acceleration we'd seen before.

It is a clear, unambiguous, and determined sprint!
“…! It moved!” Suzuka whispered silently.

"They actually made their move even before the first mover...?" Yamato Akaki's pupils contracted slightly.

As the two girls gasped softly, the commentator's voice instantly ripped through the air, filled with unbelievable excitement and fervor:

"Ooo ...
"It's sped up!"

"At this position, the Northern Black Steed has accelerated again!"

"She rushed into the final bend, she was the first to rush into the final bend of Arima Kinen!"

"Is she going to extend her lead? Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

"This is simply... monstrous physical strength and willpower!"

The audience's emotions were instantly ignited, and the cheers were deafening, like a tsunami.

Meanwhile, on the racetrack, the female racehorses, including Tian Di Song and Huang Jin Ling Ren, who were striving to catch up, were experiencing a surge of emotions.

Just behind the Northern Black Steed, and closest to that black and gold figure, the Heavenly Emperor's calm mask shattered instantly, his face filled with horror.

She originally thought that the Northern Black Horse was at its last gasp and that she was steadily closing the gap, but she did not expect to be met with an even more violent outburst from the opponent.

"Does this guy...never get tired?" she couldn't help but exclaim in bewilderment.

Not far from her, the Golden Actress gritted her teeth and suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness.

The initial burst of speed, the acceleration on the first bend and uphill, the subsequent acceleration on the bend and straight, and now, the Northern Black Horse... can even accelerate again before the bend?!

This was completely beyond her comprehension!

And it wasn't just the Heavenly Emperor's Song and the Golden Performer; further back, many racehorse girls stared in horror at the Northern Black Steed at the very front.

That black figure, in their eyes at this moment, seemed to have transformed into a tireless, unstoppable black monster! However, just as the Northern Black Steed, with its kingly presence, charged into the penultimate bend, about to head towards the final battle stage…

The commentator, as if discovering a new continent, raised his voice again, filled with dramatic exclamations:

"They're here! They're here! Look over there! The Great Outer Path!"

"It's a symphony of sounds! A noble and elegant steed! And... a thunderous roar!"
They chose the outermost path!

"Amazing...absolutely amazing!"
"Amazing last kick!"

"They... caught up with us from the Great Outer Path!"
"But at this moment, they are still more than ten horse lengths behind the Northern Black Steed!"

They wanted to be at this distance...

"Arrest Northern Xuanju?!"

On the outermost edge of the track, three figures, like raptors breaking free of their last restraints, suddenly tore through the air at the bend.

The outermost track moved with the ferocity of a scorching meteor, each hoof striking the ground almost sending up invisible sparks. It ruthlessly used the centrifugal force of the curve to accelerate in an almost savage manner, causing the air to tremble and hum wherever it passed.

The one slightly inside is like a sharp sword that has been forged through countless trials. When it is drawn from its sheath, it flashes with a cold light. The movements are precise and ruthless. Every step contains explosive power. Her acceleration does not rely on brute force, but on a kind of exquisite coordination and burst, cutting into the apex of the bend with a resolute sharpness.

The third figure's running style was even more peculiar, seemingly free from the constraints of common sense, carrying an elusive sense of rhythm. It appeared casual yet was astonishingly fast, like a phantom speeding along the ground, sweeping past the perimeter with an elusive yet extremely efficient trajectory, relentlessly pursuing the pursuer.

The sudden surge of speed and resolute momentum from these three torrents of pursuit from the outer path caused the experienced Dream Journey in the stands to shrink his pupils slightly, while the Golden Master beside him let out a soft snort, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, clearly sensing this formidable threat.

"...A brilliant timing and choice," Dream Journey murmured in approval.

"Hmph... That's interesting." The Gold Master nodded slightly.

Almost the instant their comments fell silent, a calm yet weighty voice rang out from the stands.

It was a shock that was almost imperceptible; she slightly raised her chin and turned her gaze to the inside of the track:

"Not only that. There's also... the inner path."

Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously followed her gaze.

Almost simultaneously, on the other side of the track, right next to the inner edge of the track, a bright green figure moved.

Her attack came without warning, like a hunter lurking in the grass, delivering a fatal blow.

It was like a bolt of emerald lightning that shot out close to the ground, precisely cutting into the narrow gap in the inner passage that was hardly considered a passage.

She kept her posture extremely low, her body almost blending into the grass, reducing every bit of unnecessary wind resistance.

It lacked the frightening outburst of the outsider groups, but instead possessed a cold, calculated efficiency and composure.

Every movement was simplified to the extreme.

The goal was simply to pierce through the slightly disorganized formation ahead more quickly and directly.

In the blink of an eye, she overtook several opponents who hadn't even fully reacted, with such ghostly speed and precision.

Like a poisoned green arrow, silent yet terrifyingly fast.

It pierced the heart of the leading group.

After a brief delay, the commentator accurately captured this crucial moment, shouting with excitement that almost cracked his voice:
"Satomi Hikaru!"
"It's Hikaru Satomi!"

"Satomi Hikaru burst out from the inner passage!"
"The final straight line... is right in front of us!"
"all!
"All the players who were lying in ambush, chasing, and persevering have started to exert their strength!"

"Can the Northern Black Steed withstand this final, strongest attack from all directions?"
"The glorious achievement of the three autumn championships, the final battle's glory—who will it ultimately belong to?!"

(End of this chapter)