After failing the imperial examination, he began to wield immense power after entering the palace!

on the starting line.

Eight riders lined up in a row.

Qin Lang, riding a Ferghana horse, held a commanding lead.

Li Fan, riding Red Hare, was assigned to the fifth lane.

There were three seats between the two.

"On your marks..."

The referee raised his flag.

The audience was silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the eight riders on the starting line.

Princess Anle stood at the sidelines, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.

Her peach blossom eyes were fixed on Li Fan's back, her heart pounding like crazy.

"We absolutely have to win..."

She murmured to herself.

"Bang!"

The referee's flag suddenly fell.

Eight horses galloped off the starting line at the same time.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Eight horses galloped across the racetrack like arrows released from a bow.

Qin Lang is indeed a master among masters.

His body blended perfectly with the Ferghana horse, and every movement was just right.

As he rounded the bend, his body tilted slightly, and the Ferghana horse's speed barely decreased.

When they reached the straight section, he suddenly spurred his horse, and the Ferghana horse's speed increased dramatically in an instant.

In just half a lap, he pulled away from the second-place rider by a full two horse lengths.

After one lap, he was already four horse lengths ahead of everyone else.

"Good! Qin Lang is mighty!"

"Truly worthy of being the top equestrian in Wannian County!"

"We've got this in the bag!"

The audience cheered loudly, their applause deafening.

In contrast, Li Fan rode Red Hare, running in the middle to the rear.

Not too fast, not too slow, neither forward nor backward.

Approximately fifth place.

The surrounding audience, witnessing this scene, began to analyze it.

"This eunuch is indeed incompetent."

"He has only just tamed Red Hare, and the bond between him and the horse is still very weak."

"Simply riding a horse at full gallop is fine, but equestrian competitions require precise control, and each event requires a high degree of understanding between the rider and the horse."

"How long has he known Red Hare? Not even an incense stick's time."

"With this level of teamwork, it's impossible to achieve good results."

"In my opinion, he won't even be able to finish one lap before Red Hare stops obeying him."

"If Red Hare goes berserk and throws him off, that would be incredibly embarrassing..."

As Princess Anle listened to those words, the anxiety in her peach blossom eyes grew stronger.

She could also see that Li Fan and Red Hare's teamwork was indeed not yet smooth enough.

When the road bends, Red Hare's speed noticeably decreased.

When they reached the straightaway, Red Hare hesitated, unsure whether it should accelerate.

If I had known, I shouldn't have let Li Fan tame that Red Hare.

Let him ride a docile horse; at least nothing will go wrong.

But it's too late to regret it now.

On the field.

Li Fan rode Red Hare, feeling every movement of the spirited horse beneath him.

He definitely hasn't gotten enough chemistry with Red Hare yet.

After all, they had only known each other for less than half an hour.

But it's not a big problem.

Li Fan's martial arts talent is not only reflected in his martial arts skills, but also in his perception and control of all "power".

Every muscle contraction, every breath, every step of Red Hare's hooves—

He could clearly sense it all, and then adjust his rhythm to adapt to it.

It was still a bit awkward at first.

Red Hare lost control at the bend and almost went off the track.

However, Li Fan used the "Swift Steps" movement technique to keep his center of gravity firmly on the horse's back and was not thrown off.

After that, we got along better.

Red Hare also began to understand Li Fan's intentions.

He wanted the horse to lean to the left, and with a gentle pull on the reins, Red Hare would instinctively tilt its body.

He wanted the horse to speed up, so he squeezed his legs together, and Red Hare suddenly accelerated.

The integration between the people and the horses happened faster than anyone expected.

Because Li Fan is not only "controlling" Red Hare, but also "sensing" Red Hare.

Feel its emotions, feel its rhythm, feel its power.

Then, integrate your own rhythm with it.

Later on...

Red Hare's speed has clearly increased.

No more hesitation on curves, no more slowing down on straightaways.

The teamwork between the man and the horse went from awkward to smooth, and from smooth to tacit understanding.

At this moment, Qin Lang was already eight horse lengths ahead of everyone else.

He glanced back at the eunuch behind him, who was very, very far away.

So far away that it was almost invisible.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Qin Lang's mouth.

"That's it? I thought it would be something more impressive."

"Waste is waste."

"A eunuch dares to challenge me in horsemanship?"

He withdrew his gaze and focused all his attention on the track ahead.

He wanted to leave everyone more than ten horse lengths behind in the last two laps.

Let everyone see what equestrianism is all about.

What does it mean to be invincible?

He cracked his whip, and the Ferghana horse neighed, increasing its speed once again.

"drive!""

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed, and yellow sand flew everywhere.

Qin Lang's figure was like a black lightning bolt, speeding across the track.

Everyone thought the outcome of the match was already decided.

Qin Lang is destined to win.

That eunuch was just there to make up the numbers.

What they didn't know was that the real contest had only just begun.

Fourth lap.

Li Fan rode Red Hare, feeling the horse's fighting spirit growing stronger and stronger.

Red Hare is burning.

It was born for racehorses, and the blood of a thoroughbred flows in its veins.

The reason why previous riders couldn't handle it wasn't because it wasn't fast enough.

Rather, it's because no one can achieve a tacit understanding with it.

But now, Li Fan has done it.

The initial awkwardness between him and Red Hare had transformed into perfect harmony.

Man is horse, and horse is man.

He could feel every rhythm of Red Hare's four hooves landing, and every acceleration of its heartbeat.

"A fine horse."

"Let me see just how fast you really are."

He suddenly squeezed his legs together.

"drive!"

Red Hare let out a long neigh, not the furious neigh it had given before.

It was not a cry of excitement, but a cry of high morale and fighting spirit.

It's as if it's saying, "Finally, I've found someone who can control me."

All four hooves suddenly accelerated!

"Tap tap tap tap!"

Horse hooves pounded on the yellow sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Speed, skyrocketing!

Fifth place.

Fourth place.

Third place.

Red Hare galloped across the track like a burning flame.

They overtook the riders in front of them one after another.

Those who were overtaken didn't even have time to react; they only felt a gust of hot air brush past them.

That fiery red figure had already disappeared ahead.

"What?!"

"He caught up?!"

"How did Red Hare suddenly become so fast?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Those viewers who were just laughing at Li Fan stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Princess Anle's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her nervousness turning into excitement.

"Hurry...hurry up and catch up..."

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling.

"Keep it up..."

Princess Chaoyang stood beside the high platform, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.

The corners of her mouth no longer held the same confidence as before.

What exactly happened?