Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

"Although the competition appears fierce, with everyone desperately chasing after poetry and wine, but..."

Hosoe's voice trembled slightly with shock.

"The speed of passing through the first 500 meters... is much slower than expected!"

"If we don't speed things up, this will turn into a war of attrition at an extremely slow pace!"

On the field.

Poetry and wine crossed the 500-meter line.

She even had the energy to glance at the big screen out of the corner of her eye.

Everything is going according to plan.

The girl in black continued to maintain this seemingly rapid pace.

Unless you experience it firsthand, it's hard to imagine that such a bizarre and chaotic scene could occur in the G1 stadium where 100,000 people are cheering.

On the track, the herd of horses, which should have formed a long line, now resembled a crumpled lump of dough, tightly huddled together.

P.S.: I'm completely exhausted. Writing these divine quotes from the new universe has left me utterly drained.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 197 Flash

The leading racehorses had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their breathing became rapid and irregular.

"Too slow... my body wants to rush out!"

"But judging from her movements... she was clearly running very hard!"

In their view, the leading figures of poetry and wine are extremely deceptive.

The hem of the black trench coat swung wildly in the wind, and the leg movements were graceful and powerful, each step like a sprint with all one's might.

The visual "speed" of the black-clad girls deceived their perception of their own speed.

Thus, on the gentle, straight road opposite the Zhongshan Racecourse, a tragic scene unfolded that made even experts shake their heads.

Many racehorse girls have to forcibly suppress their cadence in order to match the non-existent high speed.

Their footsteps became light and disorderly; some almost stepped on the heels of others because they couldn't stop in time, while others lost their balance when they tried to change lanes.

This is a hell where the rhythm is controlled by the fugitives.

Many female horse riders are burning through their energy in this pointless abrupt stop and internal struggle.

And the very thing that caused this traffic jam—poetry and wine—is located in the calmest center of this storm.

She listened to the chaotic footsteps and heavy breathing behind her, without even lifting her eyelids.

"This...this is an unbelievable development!"

Commentator Akasaka watched the footage on the track, his voice trembling slightly with surprise.

"I originally thought it would be a fierce battle for the lead, but now everyone is huddled together!"

"Apart from the leading Poetry and Wine maintaining absolute dominance, the herd of horses behind them was like a crowded tram during rush hour!"

"Yes, this is the advanced psychological warfare of the escaped horse girl."

Mr. Hosoe gripped his pen tightly and analyzed the situation in a serious tone.

"The Poetry and Wine contestant used that exaggerated long stride to create a visual illusion of 'I'm fleeing at full speed.'"

"She's like a bullfighter with a red cape, outmaneuvering all her opponents. If no one breaks this deadlock before the third turn, the consequences will be dire."

900 meters outside the track.

While everyone was mired in the quagmire of the inner path, pushing and shoving each other and wasting their energy.

At the edge of the track, a golden star is running alone.

The new universe has passed the first bend and arrived at the straightaway on the other side.

She chose the most disadvantageous outer lane, where even the grass under her feet was worn out, but none of that mattered.

Because this is the only vacuum corridor.

There was no crowded physical contact or dust kicked up by the people in front, and no hurried breathing.

"Orbit correction complete."

The new universe narrowed its eyes slightly, its long golden hair swaying steadily in the wind.

In her vision, the horse girls in the inner lane were emitting an excessively hot red glow, their stamina being wasted pointlessly.

Only two people were blue.

One is the poetry and wine at the very front that create the black hole.

One is the self that is currently detached from the system.

"Gravitational wave interference...invalidated."

Shin Universe looked at the black figure in front of him and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You are deceiving everyone."

"But Uni saw... your true coordinates."

A dignified gait

She maintained a steady and efficient running pace, like a patient satellite, silently accumulating the energy to change orbit on the edge of darkness.

The location of the 1000-meter marker

The boots of poetry and wine have crossed the white line in midfield.

The timer on the big screen ticked and then stopped at a number that caused an uproar in the audience.

[1000m: 1:01.7]

61 seconds 7.

"OMG!! 61.7 seconds!!"

The commentator let out a scream that cracked in his voice.

"Is this G1? Is this the Satsuki Sho?! This time is ridiculously slow! It's almost like my usual jogging pace during training!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Are you kidding me! Are we all taking a walk?!"

"What are poetry and wine really doing? And what are the people who come after them doing?!"

"This is what you call 'Black Impact'? We can't hold back anymore. What else can we say? It's invincible."

However, for the female racehorses on the track, the moment this number appeared was like a bucket of ice water being poured over their heads.

When they saw that number, all their illusions shattered instantly.

Instead, there was deep self-doubt and the ensuing... extreme panic.

'What?! Only 61.7 seconds?!'

'Damn it, I was still trying my best to keep my speed under control, but she was actually... slowing down?!'

'I'm doomed! My stamina's been completely used up! And this distance... if she starts accelerating now...'

The second-placed racehorse suddenly raised its head and looked ahead in horror.

The black figure, who had maintained an elegant, long stride, changed its posture the moment it crossed the 1000-meter line.

Poetry and Wine leaned slightly forward, his originally long strides instantly turning into rapid, quick steps, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, instantly tense.

She turned her head slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over her opponents, who were in complete disarray behind her.

The atmosphere surrounding poetry and wine, which were in the lead, suddenly changed.

'Right here, I'll shake you off.'

Poetry and wine showed no turning back; the energy she had accumulated over half the journey found an outlet at this moment. Like a missile released from its launch pad, she unleashed a devastating force, instantly creating distance!

[Swiftly] [Desperately]

"Accelerating!! Poetry and Wine suddenly accelerate at the entrance to the third bend!!"

The commentator Akasaka's roar even drowned out the sound waves in the stadium.

"What terrifying speed of switching! Is she going to completely muddy this mess?!"

In the stands.

"Whoa! Charge! Is that turbo engine at full power?!"

Twin Turbine stood excitedly on the chair, waving the deformed support fan in his hand.

"That's it! Get them all out of sight!!"

"No...no, it's too early!"

With excellent composure, he stared intently at the field, his brow furrowed, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.

"Accelerate twice on the third bend? There's a steep slope at the end of Zhongshan! What will we do for the last 200 meters if we burn out our stamina now?"

"Trust the trainer's tactics."

Ikuno Didos pushed up her reflective glasses. Although her tone was calm, her fingers, gripping the pen, turned white from the force.

"This is a 'high-stakes gamble' to disrupt the rhythm of the herd behind us."

On the racetrack.

As the pace of poetry and wine suddenly accelerated, the leading group that had been closely following her instantly erupted into chaos.

The horse girls behind them frantically urged their legs forward, trying to make up for the lost pace.

However, disaster struck—because everyone had been crowding together in the inner lane and hindering each other, now that everyone wanted to speed up, they found there was no way forward.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 198 The Runner

"You damn bastard, get out of my way!!"

"Watch me break through the encirclement!!"

Before the horse in front could accelerate, the horse behind had already crashed into it; the one on the left tried to cut out, but was blocked by the horse on the outside.

The curves at Zhongshan Racecourse are already sharp, and the inner lane has now turned into a chaotic bumper car scene.

In the VIP section.

"Hahaha! Brilliant, that's so wicked."

Katsuragi Ace slapped his thigh and laughed.

"First, they trick people into crowding together, and then they slip away alone before anyone can react. Rudolf, this kid's personality is a bit like that guy Qingyun Tiankong's style."

"All warfare is based on deception."

Rudolf was deep in thought, but his gaze never wavered.

"But it's not over yet. Chaos is a double-edged sword. If someone can tear through this chaos, she will gain the most terrifying explosive power."

It was as if to confirm the emperor's words.

Just as the chaotic quagmire was about to engulf all the pursuers, a pink and white figure forcefully tore open a gap.

"Don't underestimate people!!"

A sharp shout rang out amidst the chaos of the army.

President Sakura, who was in a good position at the forefront, managed to squeeze a path through the attack from both sides with her strong strength and keen decision-making.

Unlike the other horse girls who panicked, she clung tightly to the lingering image of poetry and wine.

'Do you think you can get ahead with such petty tricks?'

The president of the Sakura Club had a fierce fighting spirit burning in her eyes, and her pink victory uniform was like a cherry blossom in full bloom.

'I am a horse girl burdened with glory! Neither a black meteor nor anything else can shake me off!'

"She's out! It's Sakura Student Council President!!"