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

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In the vision of poetry and wine, there is only the future.

Although she stumbled slightly at the start, she managed to take the lead thanks to her excellent start and acceleration.

This was not easy, because the feel underfoot was terrible.

Each landing requires more physical exertion than usual to resist the mud's pull; the process of pulling one's legs is accompanied by the "sizzling" sound of mud being absorbed.

Behind her, the rapid sound of a Mercedes approached like a leech.

"Don't even think about escaping alone!"

A red and white figure forced its way in from the right.

Avoid danger

It is the King of Kings number 7.

Other female riders skilled in escape tactics clearly understood what failing to take the lead meant on this track. Relying on her superior physique compared to Poetry and Wine, she actually attempted to force her way in at the first bend.

Their shoulders briefly touched as they ran at high speed.

Poetry and wine felt as if they had bumped into a wall, their breathing rhythm disrupted for a moment.

At this moment, if she had only stepped back half a body length, the mud kicked up by the guy in front of her would have splattered directly onto her face.

'What right do you have to...'

A violent, cold glint flashed in the dark eyes of Poetry and Wine.

Instead of backing down, she lowered her center of gravity and used the geographical advantage of the inner lane to stay firmly on the inner edge of the railing like a nail, refusing to move outward even a step.

In the audience

"That was a foul, wasn't it? That number 7 guy crashed into us."

Twin Turbo was so angry that he leaned half his body over the railing and shouted loudly.

"Squeeze back! Juniors! Don't lose to someone whose name you've never even heard of!"

"Turbo, be quiet. That's fair physical contact."

Although Ikuno Didos said that, her fingers were trembling slightly as she pushed up her glasses.

She stared at the muddy track, her gray eyes filled with worry.

"The battle before the first bend was fierce. On such a challenging track, any waste of energy is fatal. Poetry and Wine had to expend even more energy in the opening stages to hold their positions..."

"Keep it up, Xiao Jiu!"

I no longer dare to watch the poetry drama.

She covered her eyes, peering through her fingers at the somewhat frail black figure surrounded by the other runaway horse girls.

"Please don't get hurt..."

Nanban, on the far right, remained silent.

He simply stared intently at the footsteps of poetry and wine.

'The slippage at the start... was it because they didn't react in time? Or was it simply a problem with the track?'

In the middle of the herd of horses.

Compared to the fierce battle for position at the front, the middle of the herd was more chaotic and dangerous.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 237 The Arena

The eighteen female horses huddled together, and the splashing mud fell like a torrential rain.

The new universe is in a relatively safe inner position.

A few specks of mud were already stained on her white victory uniform, but her expression remained as indifferent as that of an outsider.

'That's too fast...'

The alien horse girl's blue eyes pierced through the chaotic crowd and locked onto a black dot at the very front.

"To dare to drive like this in these road conditions... is this your operating logic?"

She tilted her head and murmured something in Italian:

"Non durerà..." (This won't last long)

"When your heart gets too hot, that's when I'll correct this mistake."

And the outside path not far from her.

The desert heroes are fighting a tough battle.

Because she was a fraction of a second slower at the start, she was pushed to the outside of the herd. Huge clods of mud kicked up by the horses in front of her grazed her cheeks, leaving several stinging marks.

My glasses were fogged up, making my vision blurry.

'It wasn't as romantic as described in the book after all.'

But the desert heroes did not back down.

She lowered her body, feeling the strong wind on the track.

'Only by crossing this muddy path…'

The very front row of the audience seats.

Narita's palms were sweaty.

The blonde girl watched the changing situation on the field with extreme tension.

Why work so hard... when the road conditions are so bad...?

First bend entrance.

After a fierce struggle that lasted for hundreds of meters, the situation at the front finally became clear.

With its obsessive drive, Poetry and Wine fought their way through the pincer attack of the King of Kings and the Marble Chief just before entering the bend.

She got the innermost lane.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

There was no mud, no obstruction, only a white railing extending to the left.

"Huh...huh..."

Poetry and wine gasped for breath.

My lungs are burning with pain. Just the starting sprint has already drained me of the energy I would normally expend in the middle of a race.

The sound of stomping earth behind them was like rolling thunder, and seventeen hungry beasts were charging towards them menacingly.

"Poetry and wine! Let's be the first to enter the first bend!"

"She has secured the lead, a top spot she earned with her do-or-die spirit at the Grand Prix."

"At the Tokyo Racecourse, she declared to everyone that this was her stage!"

Poetry and Wine tilted their heads slightly, their peripheral vision sweeping over the chaotic swamp behind them.

She adjusted her breathing, lowered her body, and plunged headlong into the first bend, covered in mud.

The herd of horses quickly made it through the first bend.

Because their cornering skills weren't as good as others, the few female horse riders behind Poetry and Wine took this opportunity to get closer to them.

Before us stretched a long, straight road.

This is the quietest area of Tokyo Racecourse. The noise from the stands is amplified by the distance, leaving only the whistling of the wind and the thud of seventeen horses' hooves behind you.

The grass underfoot still felt like a sponge soaked with water.

Every step involves not only fighting against gravity but also against the dreaded mud.

Mud splashed onto his boots, and the breathing of poetry and wine began to become heavy. The moisture inhaled into his lungs felt like a wad of thorny cotton, clogging his trachea.

The heart, which had been suppressed by medication, began to protest under the short-term high-load operation.

'hateful.'

Logically, at this distance, in the middle of the 2400-meter stretch, all the racehorses would choose to rest.

That is, slow down the pace slightly, adjust your breathing, and conserve your energy under the cover of the herd of horses, so as to save your last bit of energy for the next bend and the long straight ahead.

The herd of horses behind them did just that; the previously tense racehorses relaxed a little, and they all tacitly slowed down, searching for the most comfortable cruising speed.

But poetry and wine are absent.

Melody the Killer

A flash of rage crossed the dark eyes of Poetry and Wine.

The once steady steps suddenly became chaotic without warning.

The new universe, amidst the herd of horses, keeps a close eye on the poetry and wine ahead.

Logically, the leading Poetry and Wine team has expended too much energy trying to gain position on such a poor field, and will inevitably slow down and recover in the middle game.

However, the black-haired girl in front did not slow down; instead, she sped away even more aggressively.

"what?"

An excited look appeared on New Universe's otherwise expressionless face.

“Illogical…”

"Speed up here?"

The clever alien horse girl subconsciously wanted to speed up as well, but because the rhythm of poetry and wine was disordered, it also disrupted the rhythm of the new universe.

Her previously smooth steps faltered slightly, and the gap beside her was instantly filled by the horse girl rushing up from behind.

Compared to the choice of the new universe, Sakura's reaction was more direct.

She kept her eyes fixed on the back of the poet and the wine, and when the rhythm of the poet and the wine changed, President Sakura was the first to notice.

"Trying to shake me off? Don't be so arrogant!"

Blinded by anger and a desire to win, the chestnut-haired horse girl completely ignored the heavy mud beneath her feet. She disrupted her breathing rhythm and forced herself to accelerate to catch up.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

She was like an enraged lion, frantically expending her precious energy in an attempt to bite the tail of poetry and wine.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room.

"—Hey, you're kidding, right?"

Maruzensky's teacup wobbled slightly, spilling a few drops of amber liquid onto the floor. But Maruzensky didn't bother wiping it up at that moment.

She took off her sunglasses, her sea-blue eyes fixed on the straight road below the floor-to-ceiling window, her pupils slightly contracting in shock.

"Shift gears here? In this swampy, rotten ground?"

Maruzensky's voice trembled slightly.

"It wouldn't be good for her to run down there."

"No...it's not just about acceleration."

Rudolph symbolized that he had already stood up, his hands resting on the railing of the French windows.

Her purple eyes were fixed intently on the changes happening on the field.

"This kind of running... it seems that poetry and wine really like to deceive people."

"A lie?"

Maru Zenki was taken aback.

"You know, usually in the middle game, all the horse girls will tacitly enter the breathing phase."

Rudolf said with a hint of helplessness.

"But poetry and wine... she failed to keep this unspoken agreement."