Uma Musume Girl, I'll tell you about my Santa Hat special move too?

"It will bring despair to all runners."

Maruzensky's eyes were fixed on the nobleman, his longing seemingly able to pierce through the glass and rain, directly striking the runner.

"Most importantly, her terrifying yet consistent running style can also raise the running pace of other French athletes."

On the track, the runners, who were already a size taller than the others, gradually began to rush forward.

Although they too were affected by the demonic influence of the noble clan, their already superior physical abilities, coupled with their prior experience running under this demonic influence, allowed these runners to stand out from the rest of the group.

"She alone completely disrupted the rhythm of all the runners..."

"This is a true tyrant! A runner who dominates the entire race and draws everyone's attention to himself!"

It was precisely because he himself had once been such a being that the emperor was able to make such a declaration.

It's not just about securing victory; the Noble Clan's running style is practically born to seize glory.

As long as she remains on the field like this, no matter how brilliant the previous contestants' performances may be, they will eventually become her prey.

He launched a powerful counterattack in the second half, using his demonic power to completely destroy his opponents' bodies and minds, and taking control of the game's rhythm entirely by himself...

"That's really exciting—I wish I could meet her at the Dream Cup."

Maruzensky's voice reawakened Rudolf from his contemplation.

She was quite helpless and explained again, "Didn't I say? Even if the prestigious family participates in the Dream Cup, it's impossible for her to meet you. She will definitely go back to France."

"Huh? I wasn't talking about a noble family." Maruzensky's voice was filled with excitement as she pointed towards the track, guiding Rudolf's gaze forward. "That runner in second place... Miura Bourbon, right!"

"Bourbon?"

The emperor looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

Before anyone knew it, that noble family had already begun to clash with the Meipu Bourbon!

Chapter Ninety-One: In the name of the "hat," I order you to step down!

Slay the famous actor, crush the monster.

The powerful clan, this tyrant, stepped forward once more.

Only two runners remained in front of her: Zofu and Meipu Bourbon.

"Zhuo Fu...?"

Thinking of his previous high regard for Zhuo Fu, even the tyrannical king couldn't help but smile slightly.

In her view, although there is still nearly 1000 meters left in the race, it is undoubtedly nearing its end.

The runners who have been defeated one by one by themselves are no longer able to maintain their good condition to complete the race.

As for the only one left ahead, although she does seem to have better physical abilities than the others, she is ultimately only at this level. Even Zoe was able to defeat her twice.

Therefore, she was already considering how to test Zhuo Fu—her intended disciple.

(I guess I should let her experience what true power really is first.)

Thinking of this, the smile on the noble family's face turned cruel.

(Don't get defeated here all at once, Zofu!!!)

thump.

The heavy stride slammed into the ground, instantly causing the lawn to cave in completely.

The grass was clearly muddy and hard, a track she wasn't used to.

However, the prestigious clan still managed to unleash its maximum speed.

At this moment, even the environment had to yield to this tyrant!

Dark clouds rose again, covering the sky and enveloping everyone on the field.

Only a few waves surged, still able to churn in the darkness.

That malevolent aura surged back, and a howling, cold wind instantly swept across everyone's faces.

At the very front of the arena, even the light-footed Zhuo Fu felt a heaviness for the first time, as if countless shackles were wrapped around her legs, pulling her backward.

Even without turning around, the girl could feel the scorching aura behind her.

Its golden eyes seemed capable of shooting out sharp knives, and its footsteps on the grass produced a violent roar.

There's no need to consider how to move forward, how to surpass others, or how to deal with Zhuo Fu's running style.

The powerful clans only know one thing: the road to victory will fall at their feet.

--no.

On this track that belongs to the kings, an anomaly suddenly appeared.

That was a runner.

A runner with short reddish-brown hair, who was already panting but whose movements remained perfect, possessed a mechanical precision.

Her name is Miura Bourbon.

This runner has now stepped onto the starting line that the noble family is about to take, completely blocking their opponents behind him.

(The running style of the noble family is the most standard running posture of a bad horse, although her demonic nature and fighting spirit are very strong - but according to calculations...)

(The most correct track for a prestigious family lies right beneath my feet.)

Bourbon did not turn around to check on the situation of the noble families behind him.

Her mind was racing, processing the massive amount of information gathered from the competition.

Behind them, the elite group tried to break through from the innermost lane at the third bend, but were completely blocked and forced to slow down...

"—?"

The silence lasted for less than a second between the two.

The golden eyes of the noble family were shrouded in darkness.

"I see."

She said this.

"Is there more than one rebel?"

Although she only used the most conventional running method and chose the most ordinary inside lane, she was still stopped by Bourbon with her body.

But transgression is transgression.

Miura Bourbon... How dare you, a commoner with second-rate talent, block the path of a tyrant?

"Then... I'll destroy you too—"

An enraged voice rang out from behind Bourbon.

The dark aura emanating from her body ignited completely, and the rising steam once again coalesced behind the noble clan into a towering, majestic phantom, which swung its sword down towards the arena.

Under the influence of this aura, Bourbon, though unaware of the obvious anomaly, still responded with a muffled groan.

Suddenly his legs gave way, and he staggered a few steps backward.

An illogical tyrant, showing only a few glimpses of his power, cast Bourbon aside.

At this moment, she transformed into a swift phantom, breaking through all obstacles and chasing after Zhuo Fu ahead!

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"Bourbon!?"

The Stardust Illusion, having been surpassed, watched as its teammates, trying to block the Noble Clan, were completely overwhelmed by the enemy's imposing aura. It lost speed and plummeted from the very front of the formation.

She quickly turned to look in the other direction to check on the other person's condition.

Bourbon, drenched in sweat, was panting heavily, his face pale, even his lips were white.

At that moment, she felt as if her stamina had been completely drained by something, and she couldn't even muster the strength to maintain her running speed.

"fine."

But she still gave the same answer.

"They are very strong, but... they are not entirely without a chance of winning."

"According to calculations, the stamina consumption of the Noble Family and Zhuo Fu has increased by more than 30%. Therefore, the next bend, the fourth bend, will be my only [correct solution] to win."

In the eyes of the Stardust Illusion, Bourbon's condition was still disheveled.

But her words were as calm and unwavering as usual.

[Thump.]

He wouldn't feel annoyed by being defeated by Zhuo Fu twice, nor would he feel frustrated by the fact that he had stopped the noble clan but was still overtaken by their unreasonable breakthrough...

(More important than being surpassed is what to do next...)

[Thump.]

Bourbon ran alongside the Stardust Illusion, his eyes showing no sign of bewilderment.

She gradually adjusted her posture, slipping behind and disappearing into the wake.

(This is what...a runner should be thinking about during a race!)

[Thump.]

What do you mean you can't catch up with Zhuo Fu? What do you mean the destructive power of a powerful clan is like Mount Tai pressing down on you?

Why should I even consider this kind of thing?

What is the sound of the waves that I heard beside me?

Let's ignore them.

The race isn't over yet, and I'm still running. There's only one thing I should be thinking about:

We must win!

We must win!!