Chapter 1159

NO. 64: Silent Understanding

Innate Skill:

ShadowBreak/Shadow Break.

Sublimation Reversal——

Grey Critical Point/Grey Critical Point

Advanced Skill:

Thirsty Monster/Thirsty Monster

One Sword, Two Halves/One Sword, Two Halves

Hungry Wolf Fang/Hungry Wolf Fang

BLAZINGWOLF/Flame Wolf

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Innate Skill:

Lyric, At the Journey's End / Lyric Poem at the Journey's End

Advanced Skills:

Straight Line One Breath/Straight Line One Breath

Breaking the Mold / Breaking Convention/Breaking the Mold / Breaking Convention

Soaring Steps / Soaring Pace/Soaring Steps / Soaring Pace

Bouncing Earth / Trembling Earth/Bouncing Earth / Trembling Earth

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In the final stretch, the final leg talent showcase stage.

It is also the segment where the source-energy technique of the Three Goddesses system shines and bursts forth.

In the classic Triple Crown in the usual sense, it's hard to see such a swift and complete radiant fivefold burst.

Saying 'free release and control' is simple, but actually it's a rather difficult realm to reach.

The young ladies of the classic year mostly find mastering the source-energy technique rough; learning it all is one thing, being able to release it all is another.

This is like a dungeon battle in an MMORPG; it's not just about throwing out all your skills and being done.

To chase the highest output in limited time, you must optimize your technique, even sync with others' skill cycles.

And before that——you must also conform to the dungeon mechanism, so your burst doesn't get stuck when the boss changes phases.

The same goes for Uma Musume's running.

This running, based on track structure and timing of other players' debuff skill releases to judge your own skill release nodes, is also a most direct combat game.

It relies entirely on accumulated experience, hard to master by talent alone.

This is also why, on such a fiercely competitive track of the classic Triple Crown, it's still hard to see this scene now.

A newcomer lacks rich experience; even if they are a genius talent, an innate holy body of a certain track, or some scheming genius, just having free control of skills is still a problem.

You should know, many young ladies have no problems in daily practice, but once in a race they can't bring anything out.

That's why we say Uma Musume's race condition is very important.

Of course, aside from condition, mastery of the Three Goddesses system's techniques is also a main issue.

For the vast majority of Uma Musume, they can learn many skills over their racing career.

But seven-tenths of those are used for speed, positioning, and stamina adjustments in the early and middle stages.

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And what can burst in the final leg, aside from the naturally expected innate skill, usually only allows bursting two advanced acceleration skills.

For the classic year's youngsters, aside from the innate skill, being able to burst two acceleration skills counts as a perfect performance; more often, just bursting one counts as victory.

There may also be cases where two acceleration skills burst while the innate skill fails to activate, a whole mess.

Of course, such divine beings are still rare on G1 tracks, appearing more often in G3 and G2 races.

And only after the ancient horse year can such a situation appear in races:

Aside from the innate skill, the acceleration skills unleash a fourfold burst to the max, causing the system projection above the track to flash successive intertwined dual-color skill names successfully recognized by the track.

In an instant, the track is distorted by the sudden burst of extreme speed from both, filled with tangible air currents that hinder visual observation, and the grass track, after being fiercely devastated, mixes with its debris.

Spectators can only each display their abilities: those with ability feel it, those without rely on the track's own technology—look at the clear image projected above to witness that it has far exceeded expectations, truly a miraculous double-king showdown's side-by-side result.

One horse length.

A distance that was neither far nor near appeared between the king who kept losing yet kept fighting and the king who had suffered a setback and never recovered.

At the outset, the Qianming representative was the least expected, placed completely at the tail of popularity in the race; in the final stretch, he successfully overtook Chengtian Bai Ren by one horse length, winning a victory that left the vast majority of spectators astonished.

Before the race, the crowd favored Chengtian Bai Ren; during the race, they immediately noticed his abnormal condition, causing the crowd to turn their attention to the Qianming representative.

But obviously, after undergoing some changes insignificant to others, Chengtian Bai Ren had already recovered his condition in the middle stage, and then once again pulled ahead of the Qianming representative, doing so ever faster, causing the crowd's expectations to return to what they were at the beginning—

The Qianming representative once again broke through the common sense in their eyes.

The senior remains a senior.

That was still a seamless final kick that made the earth bounce, surpassing the obstacle of the gray matter herd beasts and also the hungry wolves surrounded by purple‑black flames; with a single sprint to the finish line, and moreover with a record far surpassing that left by many university department peers here, it solemnly approached the limit of the record from two times ago, condensing the result.

But unfortunately, it was only the record from two times ago.

After all, the previous record left by some mischievous child of light was truly too heaven‑defying.

In the face of this record, which is heaven‑defying in every sense, the horse girls of Central Teleisen mostly still have to endure a long period of "humiliation".

But now, besides those two involved parties, no one even bothers about that pressing record.

Countless people gazed at the rankings, distances, and times projected above the Saichang, sitting or standing, momentarily lost for words.

The silence was just like when the spectators back then saw Gechengwangpai blast out two Triple Crown winners and win the Jidong Cup championship.

Someone was questioning that time, truly feeling that Chengtian Bai Ren was not only in rehabilitation, but even rehabilitating very successfully.

Others stared in disbelief at the name of the Qianming representative, counting on their fingers the other's years of retirement, realizing this might also be a new piece of common sense the other had broken through.

Some people's thoughts leapt forward, from the data of the two Triple Crown Kings not losing to this year's ancient horse race, they associated it with the Dream Cup, and immediately the excitement in their eyes could not be contained.

Some people's thoughts diverged; upon seeing that silhouette and then thinking of the news that the Ludaofu Xiangzheng symbol would soon return, they felt a deeper, more stirring excitement well up.

Some acted faster than thought, already rushing toward the lower field, unsure whether to console or to question.

In Central Tiresen, there are many such people.

Young girls often, once excited, don't think much further.

Moreover, whether the Qianming representative or Chengtian Bai Ren, both have always been idol-level figures at the academy.

The former, moreover, maintains good relations with many junior schoolmates without restraint; this good relationship will become the route whereby countless girls swarm in at this moment, planning to trap her in a cage of many voices—if no one helps.

"What are you all doing? Why aren't you going back to class?"

"Yi!"

"Everyone, it's time to return to the classroom."

"Uh…"

Naturally blending into the crowd, the smiling green‑clad secretary, together with the mysteriously appearing poker‑faced empress who conspicuously stepped forward, and the disciplinary committee led by Yinghua Jinwang actively encircling.

Whether students or trainers, all were diverted by those few people, submitting to the intimidation mainly from the first two and the power behind them, their attention momentarily seized, so much so that they failed to notice the two athletes swaying on the verge of collapse before the finish line, about to collapse onto the grass to catch their breath, being suddenly pulled in by a hand and claw that abruptly emerged from a spreading mist.

Whether it was the mist, the soft hand and ferocious claw, or even the two athletes themselves.

They all vanished directly on the spot.