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

Poetry and Wine's gaze shifted to the front of the procession.

Ji Zhao ran in third place.

She didn't rush to take the lead, but instead followed at a leisurely pace at the front of the group.

Her steps were as light as if she were taking a stroll, and her breathing was as steady as if she were doing morning exercises in the park.

Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful face remained expressionless.

She wasn't running at full speed; she was just using the pre-race strategy to find her position first.

You can tell from poetry and wine.

Steps, rhythm, even breathing.

Everything is auspicious, with about 50-60% of the effort going towards it.

Ji Zhao is conserving her strength; she is waiting for the right opportunity.

Even so, her presence still overshadowed everyone else.

That feeling was strange.

She wasn't running in the lead, and she seemed very relaxed.

But those who appreciate poetry and wine are inevitably drawn to her.

It wasn't just her.

The surrounding audience, the commentator's tone, and even the body language of other players.

Everything is silently proclaiming one fact:

From the very beginning, there was only one main character in this match.

Just like the sun.

Whether you want to see it or not, it's there, radiating an undeniable light.

The first bend.

The teams began to spread out.

The inexplicably slower one, a few steps behind Ji Zhao, was followed closely by several other contestants.

Ji Zhao remained unhurried and followed in third place, his steps steady and powerful.

Diamond Treasure is in seventh place, which is quite far behind the others, but still within a manageable range.

Poetry and Wine saw her trying to speed up, attempting to close the gap.

Its silver-gray ponytail swung wildly behind it, and its silver-gray pony ears tilted slightly backward.

She ran very seriously, putting all her effort into every step.

The second bend.

The ranks spread out further.

Diamond Treasure rose in the rankings, from seventh to sixth.

Her breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Shifting perspective to auspicious signs—

She remained in third place, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 90 The Dark Emperor (Third Update)

"The race has entered its final 600 meters—"

The commentator's voice came through the loudspeaker, filled with barely suppressed tension.

"The competitors behind are starting to accelerate! In this race of the last three waves, who will ultimately emerge victorious?"

Poetry and Wine unconsciously leaned forward, hands on knees, eyes fixed on the track.

The team is going through the third bend.

The leading runners began to accelerate, and the pursuers behind them also stepped up their efforts.

Along the entire track, the thirteen female horses simultaneously quickened their pace, and the sound of their horseshoes pounding on the turf became more frequent and urgent.

The competition has reached its most crucial stage.

Everyone held their breath.

"The auspicious signs are accelerating!"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose a notch.

Poetry and wine's pupils contracted slightly.

She saw it; she saw the black figure move.

It cannot be described by a simple word like "acceleration".

An outburst, an overwhelming outburst.

The moment the auspicious first step was taken, Poetry and Wine sensed that something had changed.

The rhythm has changed.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium changed.

Without any warning, without any unnecessary movements.

Her posture remained almost unchanged, and her expression remained indifferent.

She just started running, she really started running.

Auspicious signs take a step forward with understated ease.

Then--

He shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

No, it's not an arrow.

Arrows also require the bowstring to generate power and the bow to be fully drawn for a period of time.

However, Ji Zhao's acceleration has no power-building process.

One second she was running at seven-tenths of her strength, and the next second she had already rushed to the front.

The intermediate process takes a very short time.

She surpassed the third place.

It surpassed the second place.

It surpassed the first place.

Then--

Continue to widen the distance.

Seeing the auspicious sign accelerate for no apparent reason, the horse behind gritted its teeth and charged out of the herd.

[Level 1: Knowing the enemy's moves at night, one is invincible in every battle]

"Hahaha, I'm just baffled!"

"To unify the world, I am willing to use any means necessary!"

The inexplicable voice was arrogant and domineering, and the chestnut hair danced in the wind.

Her speed suddenly increased to a whole new level, and she broke straight out of the group.

It's inexplicably accelerating.

Good omens are also accelerating.

Both of them were running for their lives.

But the distance between them did not shrink.

On the contrary, the gap is widening.

I inexplicably used up all my strength.

Her expression changed from arrogant to ferocious, her jaw clenched and veins bulging.

But I still couldn't touch that black figure.

Poetry and Wine watched this scene, speechless for a moment.

"Ji Zhao has surged into first place! Her acceleration is simply incredible—!"

The commentator's voice was almost screaming.

Poetry and wine no longer seek auspicious omens.

She looked at the others.

His expression inexplicably shifted from arrogance to resentment.

The third and fourth place horses gritted their teeth, their steps becoming unsteady.

Look at those figures who are still running, but have already lost their fighting spirit.

They didn't give up, but their eyes were already dead.

That look in my eyes, I've seen it before, through poetry and wine.

It is—despair.

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

"good omen--!"

"good omen--!!"

The sound of shouting came in waves.

Poetry and Wine's gaze was fixed on a silver-gray figure.

Diamond Treasures has also begun its sprint.

The silver-gray figure mustered all its strength and broke through from the middle of the group.

Her strides became longer and faster, her silver-gray ponytail swirling wildly behind her.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and was scattered into the air by the wind.

Its silver-gray ears were pressed tightly against its head, and its light green eyes were fixed intently ahead.

She outpaced several other female horse riders.

But she didn't even glance at the black figure at the very front.

Because even if you look at the Diamond Treasure, it won't make a difference.

That distance was beyond her reach.

As Poetry and Wine watched Diamond Treasure frantically waving his arms and striding forward, a strange emotion welled up inside him.

The last 100 meters.

Fifty meters.

Auspicious sign crosses the finish line.

Then it was all inexplicable.

Following closely behind the third, fourth, and fifth place winners—

"Sixth place, Diamond Treasure!"

When Diamond Baby crossed the finish line, Ji Zhao was already receiving congratulations from the staff.

Diamond Treasure bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily.

His silver-gray hair was soaked with sweat and clung messily to his face, while his horse ears drooped low.

All around were the sighs and conversations of other contestants.