Chapter 1119: NO.24: For kings, all are waymarks

NO. 24: For kings, all are waymarks.

Rank: 6, Name: Chao Cang Lu, false start time: 0.01S.

Rank: 7, Name: unregistered, false start time: 2S.

Generally speaking, even a horse girl who is new to racing cannot achieve such exaggerated numbers.

Because the gate is always firm, a false start only leads to self‑regret.

Even if the delay comes from nervousness, it never exceeds one second.

It is undeniable that Ultraman indeed possesses senses beyond ordinary people, and also has a reaction field capable of reproducing bullet‑time, but Jie De this time truly made a false start.

The first time he transformed openly before humans, and even had to join their race… Xiao Lu, who had never even taken part in a school sports meet, felt nervous from the moment of transformation yet never imagined fleeing.

He cannot deny that he harbors a certain expectation, especially participating openly in this activity that is not for Ultraman kin but for humans (whether horse girls are registered as humans or not).

For Jie De, who had always concealed his identity while fighting before people, this brings a novel sense of liberation and excitement.

In short, it's like finally being able to wear this suit and show off in front of people after lurking in brocade clothes at night for so long!!

While Aomo over there was still doubting his youthful mindset, Jie De here truly embodied youth in age.

He felt a mix of tension and excitement in his heart.

Even as the electronic gate was still counting down, he was already coiled and eager to launch.

Even before the gate opened, he couldn't help stepping forward—if it were a real gate he'd likely bump the edge, but this is just an illusion, which he passes through while simultaneously recording the time that could refresh the training ground's gate‑exit record.

Meanwhile, beside him, Sai Luo waited at gate number seven.

He was even more eager to leap, more directly wanting to spring, yet the result was that, holding that expectation, he lagged behind everyone by several beats.

Sai Luo, false start!

A 2‑second deficit at the start would likely draw boos on a real track.

But there are no spectators here, and he is not a true competitor.

He isn't even a horse girl.

In his astonishment, watching the nine figures dash out with clear yet slightly lingering steps, he immediately stepped forward with the reflexes he usually has on the battlefield.

Boom!

One kick could tear the grass reinforced for senior horse girls, and the tougher synthetic soil beneath would fly up together with the torn turf.

Just as the plasma spark tower grants those lives an ascended posture, the red‑silver dual‑colored light streams pursue the black shadow ahead with astonishing burst.

Manchester Chazuo.

Among the ten‑person line, the black‑haired horse girl who is second‑to‑last cannot compare her stats to the senior teammates Bourbon and Aizhi under Aomo's command, but when measured against Suzi she tends to stay behind.

Driven by the steadily approaching pressure, she veers slightly from the friends' warning cries to avoid the storm entwined with the bamboo‑breaking light.

"Yo, I'll go ahead!"

In an instant of crossing, the frivolous words ripple amid the pounding sounds.

That strange sound comes from the double‑layered weakening barrier formed by double wind‑resistance magic and immovable blessing; to the horse girl with overly keen hearing, it's like the unpleasant noise of car parts when a vehicle is pushed to its limit, making one's heart tighten involuntarily.

Even as calm as Chazuo, the pale gold eyes cannot help but well up with an intuitive solemnity.

Next to be overtaken was Ailisuzhi, clad in the experimental white lab coat.

"Wearing like this would still hinder running, wouldn't it?"

In the frown‑filled gaze of the other, Sai Luo Ultraman still appears relaxed and at ease, pressing forward.

His front is Mi Yu; ahead of Mi Yu lies a curve disadvantageous for burst acceleration, yet a battle‑hardened warrior knows how to manage turns at high speed.

Thus……

"Yi… yi!"

Even in the howling wind, the petite girl with a stubborn blue rose hat pinned to her hair feels a ghost‑like fright upon seeing Sai Luo rush past her without a word.

Or perhaps it's the shock of being asked while driving whether to buy a plug.

Curve, straight, then curve.

This track, chosen specially to narrow the numerical gap, at first glance seems to have earnestly balanced everyone's basic training volume, but in fact, more than a year after Dazhenhan's retirement, Shirota Hato is still in his rehab period.

This event has no participants in full condition.

Even the three men in good shape are complete outsiders, their understanding of speed coming solely from battlefield experience.

Thus the curve meant to equalize everyone's acceleration is essentially a reward for those skilled in technique.

——This is actually a reward segment for retired veterans and constant battlefield fighters.

Although the active‑duty Bourbon and Aizhi here count as advantages, the greater edge clearly lies with the two Triple Crown champions, the Jidong ace, and the three warriors who show no intention of holding back.

Thus, upon entering the mid‑phase,

The red‑silver light flow, the red‑black‑silver spiral.

And the pattern belonging to the Haipa Ailei King flashes as a source‑energy technique light effect, letting the silver‑black wings surpass the black flame's momentum.

The deadlocked three bring scorching heat and storm resistance to those behind, highlighting a stark incongruity.

Sai Luo charges ahead, while Jie De strains to maintain his front edge, and Aomo in the middle inches forward.

Rather than pulling away from Sai Luo, he seems to be steadily nudging Jie De to speed up, bit by bit.

At the same time, his four wings, acting as jet nozzles, unintentionally block Sai Luo's breakthrough path.

Just as some horse girls on an 18‑ or 19‑person field use crowd congestion to cut off rear breakout routes, the sole player on this field playing mind games—or rather, employing tactics—is undoubtedly this demon.

Competition itself requires planning, a war of wits, yet sadly most on this field care only about their own pace.

One of the two who actually strategize, finding it hard to contend with the preceding monsters, does so only before Chazuo, and is further provoked to glare by Sai Luo's taunting words.

Indeed, newcomers like Ailisuzhi at this level are destined to fall behind in the parallel run; their focus is simply to rationally analyze the course and learn as much as they can.

But being mocked in the face by Sai Luo…… Aomo can't help sighing, feeling likely to have to call her back for a review directly.

Sai Luo's flighty, frivolous nature, as a teammate, is actually a point that can torment the opposition, but as an enemy……

Aomo glanced sideways slightly, catching a glimpse of the other's figure gradually catching up from the outside.

That face, which originally showed no expression, now firmly stared at him, showing a dissatisfaction ordinary people could hardly feel; paradoxically, it made him feel somewhat reassured for having helped Suzi regain a point.

So what comes next...

He looked ahead at the young man whose steps were no longer stable, seemingly forced by him to lose his rhythm; then he looked ahead of that young man, where Dazhenhan kept a stable distance, maintaining a visual distance of two horse lengths; ahead of Dazhenhan was Gechengwangpai; and ahead of that was Chengtian Bai Ren.

Compared to Jie De, whose rhythm was obviously crushed by him, he was more concerned about how long Bai Ren could still hold on.

Under Dazhenhan's habit of chasing from behind while still staying firmly in third, a running style that seemed to put pressure on the two seniors, Gechengwangpai and Chengtian Bai Ren should have fallen into the same predicament as Jie De.

The original running rhythm, due to the incessant pressure from behind speeding up, caused his stamina and steps to begin to falter; in the sway while resisting the wind, he felt his body becoming increasingly heavy and redundant.

At this moment, the gentle and mild-tempered girl was no different from the fierce-looking demon behind her.

And both would make the same decision as they entered the final stretch.

Accelerate

The shocking blazing sun, towering over all things, was displaying her final step standing above the clouds, quickly closing the distance with Gechengwangpai, directly approaching that hungry wolf which seemed to be venting, seemed to be indulging, and also seemed to be burning itself out.

Two horse lengths.

But it had already tied with the ace.

One horse length.

Her demeanor was so relaxed and carefree.

Clearly retired for over a year, yet she still bore the posture of an active-level athlete, as if similarly awaiting this present day, and this very moment.

In this moment, she pursued that path which perhaps had already been pursued several years ago, yet she had not yet reached it before seeing her own dimly fading figure.

As if she could also recall that faint hint of bitterness.

That was regret.

Normally not surging, it would suddenly darken in her heart.